Inside the classroom, an eerie silence had taken over. Saamyn stood exactly where he was, head slightly lowered, and in his eyes there was something invisible — but terrifying — a presence you could feel more than see.

  No sound. It felt like time itself had stopped around him. Some students hid under their desks, others stood trembling where they were.

  Rayn and Haarun — despite being A-Rank — stared with wide eyes. Curiosity, fear, and respect all tangled together on their faces. This deadly calmness of Saamyn’s sent a shiver even through their trained bodies.

  Haarun thought to himself:— “What Siddarik and Sarqaan just did… that part Rayn and I can handle. But the real thing is — his entire presence changed in a split second. He flipped the whole atmosphere just with aura alone.”

  Saamyn slowly lifted his head and looked straight at the teacher. The moment the teacher met those eyes, he froze — fear was obvious, though he tried his best to hold his composure.

  He immediately picked up his phone.

  With trembling eyes but a firm voice, he said:— “I need to inform the Council of Crown… about Saamyn Siddarik and Ymraan Sarqaan.”

  The whole class nearly stopped breathing. The teacher himself wanting to report to the Council of Crown? That was no small thing.

  Saamyn, still wrapped in that calm yet deadly presence, slowly turned toward Ymraan and said:— “They’re too scared now… I think I should bring my presence back to its normal state.”

  Ymraan, standing beside him, gave a light grin. Then in a casual but straight, matter-of-fact tone, he said:— “Your aura really has become too dangerous. If you raise it any more, none of them will survive it.”

  The two of them were speaking so quietly that no one except Rayn and Haarun could hear anything.

  Rayn lowered his voice even more, making sure only Haarun could hear. In a calm whisper, he said:— “Haarun… can you feel that cold tension between them?”

  Haarun replied just as quietly:— “Yeah… I can. Their aura turned way too cold and dangerous.”

  The fear inside the classroom hadn’t fully faded yet. Students whispered nervously among themselves. Sir had already left the room.

  Slowly, Saamyn dialed down his pressure. Bit by bit, that kind and calm aura of his returned.

  After all that fear, a different kind of softness settled over the class — gentle, warm, almost comforting. Even the students hiding under the desks came out.

  Rayn and Haarun both kept a fake smile on their faces, but in their minds they thought the exact same thing:— “This isn’t the end… this is the beginning.”

  Saamyn kept his eyes closed for a moment. When he finally opened them, everyone saw it — the softness had returned, a gentle, kind smile back on his face.

  That sweet, calm, charming smile was enough to wash away the leftover fear in the room. Even Lioren seemed to forget what had happened to him just minutes ago.

  Once everything settled down again, Ymraan turned to Haarun and asked in a straightforward tone:— “So… what even is this Council of Crown?”

  Haarun stayed silent for a moment, looking around the room. Then he let out a soft, long sigh before speaking in a cold tone:— “The Council of Crown… It's a different type of school government. So don’t mix it up with a normal Student Council.”

  He paused for a second, then continued in a straightforward voice:— “A Student Council has one President. But the Council of Crown has three Presidents — one from each year. And the 3rd Year President is basically like a Second Principal.”

  Everyone’s eyes shifted to Haarun. Most of their faces made it obvious — they had no idea about this stuff. The whole vibe of the class felt heavy. Only Ymraan was still chilling like nothing happened.

  Haarun kept explaining:— “Whenever there’s a major issue, it’s handled in a Year President’s office. And if someone is found guilty, they get a Black Star on their record. Five Black Stars… and they’re expelled from the school.”

  He suddenly stopped talking — as if he didn’t want to go further. But since everyone was waiting, he continued in that same cold voice:— “Getting expelled from Lumynara International High School means… you won’t get admission or transfer to any school in the next hundred countries around us.”

  The entire class froze for a second — except for Saamyn, Ymraan, and Rayn. It was clear most students didn’t know the actual consequences.

  With a calm look in his eyes, Haarun added in an even colder tone:— “And if someone gets judged guilty directly inside the Council of Crown’s main office… they don’t even need a Black Star. They’re permanently thrown out of the school right on the spot.”

  The classroom went dead silent. Even the corridor outside was quiet. At that same moment, Sir was in the office telling someone the entire incident.

  In that cold, tense atmosphere, Haarun’s explanation continued:— “The Presidents of the Council of Crown can even modify school rules if they want. Especially the 3rd Year President… because when the Principal is not present, their decision becomes the final law. Even the teachers are forced to obey.”

  Right then, Sir returned. In a low, serious voice, he said:— “All of you have been summoned by the Council of Crown. You must report there immediately.”

  And instantly, Ymraan spoke up with his full attitude:— “Hold up, Sir… we haven’t even heard the rest of the story yet.”

  Most students looked a little shocked hearing Ymraan talk back like that.

  Still, after pausing for a moment, Haarun continued explaining:— “For every new 1st-year student, their entire life history gets reviewed in detail — how good their academics are, how they behave, how well they make decisions, how strong they are, how intelligent they are… even how many good reports or bad reports they had in their previous years.”

  After saying that much, Haarun let out a soft breath and added in a calm tone:— “During new admissions, the Principal and the other two Senior Presidents together choose the 1st Year President. The student who’s ahead of everyone in every aspect… becomes the Council President.”

  The moment Haarun finished speaking, the entire classroom fell into an icy silence.

  It felt like every word he spoke spread an invisible cold pressure across the room — as if everyone was holding their breath at the same time.

  Lioren, Tharym, and every student involved in the incident began trembling. Cold sweat dripping, faces pale with fear.

  But looking at Saamyn and Ymraan… it seemed like the Council of Crown wasn’t even a tiny bit important to them.

  When all the explanations were over, Ymraan gave a small smirk. Eyes full of mischief, voice chilled and relaxed:— “Alright then… let’s drop by the Council of Crown. If the vibe is cool, I might even make posters.”

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  Even after all this tension, Ymraan was joking — and that shocked the class even more. Saamyn only responded with a soft smile, like everything was just too easy for him.

  Slowly, the students involved in the incident started heading toward the Council office. Rayn and Haarun quietly slipped out behind Sir’s back.

  The rest of the class sat down, every one of them stuck with the same question spinning in their head:— “What’s actually going to happen inside the Council of Crown…?”

  Sir returned to his seat. The fear on his face was still clearly visible. After a moment, he stood up and said gently:— “So, students… forget everything that happened today.”

  He took a quiet breath and continued:— “I’m your new teacher for today. My name is Kaelen Frost. If you have anything to say, you can tell me.”

  Right then, Yuqeen raised her hand. Sir nodded, giving her permission. In a soft but direct voice, Yuqeen asked:— “Sir… since you’re new, today is your first time in our class. So… how did you already know the names Saamyn Siddarik and Ymraan Sarqaan?”

  Hearing that question, Sir froze in place. He slowly sat down, resting his head in his hands.

  Inside his mind, he muttered:— “She’s right… Today was the first time I saw them. Then how… how did I already know the names of those two boys…?”

  Everyone was dead silent. Nobody could figure out what was happening to Sir. Meanwhile, Rayn and Haarun were pacing back and forth along the long corridor.

  As they walked, Rayn spoke in a straightforward tone:— “Aura shifting in a split second, full mysterious vibe… insanely high power and intelligence… that calm control even in a deadly presence… and they confused A-Ranks like us too — what do you think… could they be S-Rank Bloodfangs?”

  Haarun replied casually:— “How would I know? Lower Ranks don’t get access to S-Rank data. And besides… someone at S-Rank being only fifteen or sixteen years old? That’s rarer than rare.”

  On the other side, Saamyn, Ymraan and the others were standing in front of the Council of Crown’s Head Office.

  The moment the gates opened, an unusual sight hit their eyes. The office was quite large, yet nothing about it was unnecessarily flashy.

  The first thing they saw was a half-circular meeting table — made of black metal, its edges emitting a faint glow.

  The table was positioned so everyone could see each other clearly.

  Around it, rows of modern, comfortable chairs — far better than normal school chairs but without any royal exaggeration.

  On both sides were lined-up doors to separate rooms — and no one had any idea what was behind them.

  Hidden light panels along the ceiling spread soft white illumination across the room, creating a calm but authoritative atmosphere.

  The back wall was entirely made of glass — letting outside light flow in. At the far end stood a massive digital screen, capable of displaying notes, data, even holograms.

  No glittery chandeliers. No overdone decorations. But right in the center of the room, the Council’s crest glowed slowly — as if casting an invisible pressure of authority across the entire space.

  Everyone could see it — right at the center of the table sat the 3rd Year President, Nazar Aev Kurgaan. His gaze was calm… but inside that calmness hid a terrifying depth.

  To his left sat the 1st Year President, Zavian Aev Raif. The seat on the right side was completely empty — yet strangely, a cold, suffocating fear was leaking out of that empty chair,

  as if someone invisible was sitting there. Nazar called them in with a soft tone. No shouting, no harshness — but that calm voice alone pressed down on everyone’s chest like invisible gravity.

  Everyone lined up at the side — fear was written clearly in their eyes.

  Except for two people. Not only were they unbothered, they didn’t even have a hint of hesitation. Instead, an unusual, steady confidence radiated from them.

  The President spoke slowly:— “So, Mister Saamyn Siddarik… step forward.”

  Saamyn walked ahead. Not even the sound of footsteps — just an eerie calm.

  The President closed his eyes and stayed silent for a moment. Then, in a soft but heavy tone, he asked:— “What your new teacher witnessed today in class… is that true? Did you really throw one of them off the third floor?”

  The moment he finished speaking, the entire hall went dead silent. You could literally hear no one breathing.

  With his eyes still closed, Saamyn answered in a confident tone:— “Yes, it’s true.”

  As soon as those words left his mouth, the President slowly opened his eyes.

  But this time, there was no calmness in them — only a terrifying, cold, ruler-like sharpness. A gaze capable of making anyone’s heart drop in an instant.

  Everyone around felt chills run down their spine when they saw those eyes. But Saamyn stood there like stone — steady, unshaken, absolutely fearless.

  And Ymraan on the other hand… was in full chill mode. Looking around casually, a playful smirk in his eyes. As if the President’s words were nothing more than a joke to him.

  The President spoke in a slightly heavy voice:— “Why did you do something like this?”

  Saamyn replied in a completely steady, calm tone — without a hint of tremor:— “I want to tell you what happened… but only to you.”

  For a moment, the President froze. A strange, cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Then he let out a slow, weighted breath and said:— “…Alright.”

  He stood up and slowly walked toward a door on the left side.

  As he opened it, the dim light and shadow inside blended together, creating a heavy, almost ominous atmosphere.

  The President stepped inside. His voice now calmer than before, yet terrifyingly cold:— “Come… Saamyn Siddarik.”

  The chests of those standing in the hall tightened. It felt like responding to that call meant stepping straight into an unknown danger.

  But Saamyn’s face showed no hesitation. A faint calm smile touched his lips, his eyes filled with absolute confidence.

  He walked forward slowly and entered the room. The moment the door closed, everyone outside stood frozen — as if they were waiting for some terrifying sound to break through the heavy silence.

  Inside, it became clear— This was an entirely different kind of space.

  The room had no windows, and its walls were built so no sound from outside could enter, and no sound from inside could escape — completely soundproof.

  The room wasn’t too large, but not small either. White walls on all sides; no pictures, no décor. So white, in fact, that it almost hurt the eyes and created an unsettling mental pressure.

  In the center of the room stood a single table— plain, straight, without any unnecessary decoration. Two chairs faced each other on either side of it. It was obvious the room was designed solely for private, serious conversations.

  As soon as they entered, the door closed automatically. In an instant, every outside sound vanished, and the room drowned in a suffocating silence. It felt like something invisible was pressing down on the air — breathing itself became difficult.

  The President slowly walked to one side of the table and sat down. His eyes were eerily calm. He said in a steady voice:— “Sit, Saamyn Siddarik.”

  Saamyn walked over and sat in the opposite chair. The silence and the blank white walls together made the atmosphere brutally suffocating.

  President — Nazar Aev Kurgaan — asked in a cold voice:— “Speak. What did you want to say?”

  Saamyn gave a faint smile, closed his eyes, and replied:— “President… I want to ask you something. Is love a crime? And is it right to talk about someone’s personal matters?”

  The President shook his head and answered in that same cold tone:— “No. Love isn’t a crime, and it’s not right to interfere in someone’s personal matters.”

  Saamyn opened his eyes slowly. Peace shimmered in them — along with a very clear affection.

  He spoke in a calm, flawless voice:— “President, I didn’t do anything wrong.

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  Seeing Saamyn’s confidence, a slight smile curved on the President’s lips. In a tone mixed with a hint of excitement, he asked:— “Forget what I’d do…

  if you were the President at that moment — what would you have done?”

  Saamyn answered in a calm voice:— “I’d do exactly what I did. But not as the President. Because if I were the President, I wouldn’t be able to give the real punishment at that moment.”

  The President grew slightly serious and asked:— “Why do you think a President can’t make the right decision?”

  Saamyn replied softly, gently, but with a weight that cut straight through the air:— “If being President truly meant making the right decisions, then no one in this school would dare rag anyone. There wouldn’t be labels like Royal, Noble, and Commoner. And no student would ever walk into this school feeling scared.”

  The President closed his eyes. A faint, fake smile formed on his lips — but inside, he thought:— “I don’t understand… Why does hearing him say this make me feel ashamed? Why do I feel like… the fault really is inside me?”

  Meanwhile, outside — Ymraan was standing around, bored out of his mind. Suddenly, he looked at a group of 3rd-year students and flashed a huge, terrifying, almost demonic badass grin.

  The moment they saw that smile, every single one of them shivered in fear. The 1st-Year President stared at him, stunned, and asked in a deep voice:— “What do you think you’re doing?”

  Ymraan slowly lifted his head and looked straight at him — eyes full of pure attitude. Then, in a voice even deeper and deadlier than before, he replied:— “Why… Do you have a problem with it? If you do— just say it.”

  The 1st-Year President felt fear crawl up his own throat at Ymraan’s chilling eyes and lethal tone. Everyone else felt like ice had spread down their spine.

  The President, with a trembling voice, asked:— “Do you think you’re the strongest here?”

  Hearing that, Ymraan let out a soft, amused laugh. Then he answered with an evil calmness that froze the entire hall:— “I never consider myself strong… because I know — everyone before me is weak.”

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