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- Ahem. This is a serious matter, and your indignation is understandable, but please, let's maintain a degree of decorum. Let's not stoop to the level of conducting a discussion like they do in Eastern Sangvinaria," he said, patting the old man on the palm and alternately glancing at the "guests." "Greetings to everyone gathered here. Rhododendron and Caladium Moecchich, along with his wife. Finally, we've met outside of... "business correspondence" and gossip behind people's backs," the last remark was delivered with a barely perceptible pseudo-benevolent smile, but with a cold gaze.
The next glance, now genuinely warm, was directed at Taxonomy:
"First of all, I want to thank you for raising such a wonderful daughter. In these chaotic and difficult times, she is doing an excellent job managing the school, managing to take care of the students and teach, and generally serves as an anchor of spiritual respite and common sense, and this is both her personal merit and yours – that you helped her to unlock her potential and innate character traits. It's easy to see why NAILS was named that way," Futaba bowed her head respectfully to the matriarch for a few seconds, then continued.
"Alright, let's get down to business. His Majesty has gathered you here today at my request, for quite obvious reasons. As far as I can see, some – or perhaps all – of you have formed a certain opinion about me, which may have clouded your rational thinking. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't care – everyone has the right to an opinion; as far as I know, the concept of "thoughtcrime" does not exist in Sakuramor, and I hope it never will. But when thought turns into concrete action, that's a completely different matter. Especially when the action is directed not so much against me personally, but against me, in an attempt to harm what surrounds me. The Academy, the students, the ordinary citizens of Sakuramor, and other innocent parties involved.
Perhaps, in the past, Futaba would have been unable to string two words together from excitement or demonstrative contempt when faced with such imposing figures from the echelons of state power as these two brothers, but the emotional burnout of the past few months, the trips to the villa, and the difficult decisions have dulled those emotions in her. Therefore, what she saw on either side of her now were just two problems – one bald and one gloomy.
"The investigation by the staff assigned to the school has already been partially conducted. Now, in order to compare data, I would like to hear a detailed account of the events from Rhododendron, as the main initiator – for starters," she directed a blank gaze at the bald man.
The next glance, now genuinely warm, was directed at Taxonomy:
"First of all, I want to thank you for raising such a wonderful daughter. In these chaotic and difficult times, she is doing an excellent job managing the school, managing to take care of the students and teach, and generally serves as an anchor of spiritual respite and common sense, and this is both her personal merit and yours – that you helped her to unlock her potential and innate character traits. It's easy to see why NAILS was named that way," Futaba bowed her head respectfully to the matriarch for a few seconds, then continued.
"Alright, let's get down to business. His Majesty has gathered you here today at my request, for quite obvious reasons. As far as I can see, some – or perhaps all – of you have formed a certain opinion about me, which may have clouded your rational thinking. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn't care – everyone has the right to an opinion; as far as I know, the concept of "thoughtcrime" does not exist in Sakuramor, and I hope it never will. But when thought turns into concrete action, that's a completely different matter. Especially when the action is directed not so much against me personally, but against me, in an attempt to harm what surrounds me. The Academy, the students, the ordinary citizens of Sakuramor, and other innocent parties involved.
Perhaps, in the past, Futaba would have been unable to string two words together from excitement or demonstrative contempt when faced with such imposing figures from the echelons of state power as these two brothers, but the emotional burnout of the past few months, the trips to the villa, and the difficult decisions have dulled those emotions in her. Therefore, what she saw on either side of her now were just two problems – one bald and one gloomy.
"The investigation by the staff assigned to the school has already been partially conducted. Now, in order to compare data, I would like to hear a detailed account of the events from Rhododendron, as the main initiator – for starters," she directed a blank gaze at the bald man.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
