Sakuramoria

Waiting for a break in the outburst of emotions from the panting Vita, who was gesticulating wildly, Futa performs an un-presidential and un-royal gesture – she blows blood from one nostril onto the floor and looks at her opponent with a smirk.
- Imagine that. I expected something extraordinary from you, but your questions are just like those of an ordinary, honest worker. Fine, let's break down what you asked. Otherwise, it feels like some schoolgirl personally offended you.
Pulling on her old gloves and stretching her neck, she pounces on Vitka, whose high-ranking body and displeased, angry face just beg to have all the accumulated anger, despair, and frustration taken out on it.
And despite the fact that the action takes place in the real world, and not on paper or on the internet, somehow she still manages to quote Vita's theses during this exchange of information:

— Who are you? — Who is your family?

- Sekuhara Futaba. Ikimasovo, Taimansky Krai. Have you heard of it? - each remark is accompanied by a punch to the face. - My father is in prison. Want to know why? The rest are dead.

— Who is your patron and why? — What is your status and title?

- The King of Sakurimori took me as his wife. Do the math. Do you think I wanted this? Do you think anyone asked me about it? - blows to the stomach. - Would you like it too? And would you like to know how it was done?

— What's the deal with Karvia, Ignatiy, and Dion? — What happened to the archers and the rapier?

- She killed them. And do you know why? Just for fun! - a knee to the stomach. - To sow terror within the walls of this miserable school! And where were you with your discontent when she killed Hatiora? Huh?! I don't remember seeing you in the first or second row, - the memory of the bloodied class teacher kneeling and dying, and the smirk that remained on the face of the grandmaster of magic even after death, caused a separate emotional surge, expressed in a series of blows to the torso. - Those three also suffered because of her actions. Be glad you weren't among them.

— What is the secret of this educational institution?

- There is no secret, - the president grabbed Vita by the neck and muttered in her ear. - Don't ask questions that you don't know what answer to expect. If there was anything at all, it's gone now.

Releasing Vita and pushing her away, Futaba pauses, leans against the wall, breathes heavily, and wipes the sweat from her forehead before finally answering the final question:

— What are you planning, what will happen in a month, six months, and a year?

- As long as I'm sitting in that office, I'm planning for these questions to be and remain the last ones you might have. Believe it or not, I want to break the arm that dealt us all such a bad hand and let you and everyone else go with your diplomas. If this minimum task is completed, I can go to my grave without regrets.