"Heh, Gayle, you really are the same as always—no mercy at all when disciplining your own students, huh?"
The old King Denken strolled casually into Sirius Academy, his posture relaxed as if he were simply out for a walk.
Seeing him arrive, Old Gayle immediately grabbed the swollen-faced, bruised Francis—who had just taken a solid beating—and tossed him aside like an empty sack.
"Hmph, only a strict teacher can raise outstanding students," he snorted. "If even the instructors are slack, how can the students be expected to turn out any good?"
It was a rather shameless statement, considering that before today's chaos erupted, Old Gayle had been treating most of the Sirius students with complete neglect. He spent his days lounging about, sipping his wine, and living a life of leisure.
