Sakuramoria

Futaba sighed heavily and shrugged.
- A good speech, "teacher," but you'd better sit down. With your gear and at your age, you can't stand in the July heat for long, - she waved her hand at the teachers. - Bring him a chair, get him some water! The man is not well.

In response to Futaba's words, most of the hall burst into cheerful laughter. It seemed that the unexpected change of atmosphere had affected even the usually very serious students.
- Ha-ha, Sir Duncan, you really shouldn't joke like that! I almost thought for a moment that...
Iori's speech is interrupted by an unexpected bullet hitting his thigh, and he continues with a deep groan.
- I'm getting too old, I missed. - Duncan hides the pistol back under his cloak. - This is to show you that this is not a joke. Insurbordination is not welcome in our country, no matter what, - he throws a dark glance at Claudia and other students of foreign origin, causing them to freeze, - whether you are citizens of the kingdom or not. Consider that from today, Futaba is your queen, and you are her subjects. And you better hurry, or poor Iori will bleed to death.