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Chapter 105 Corleone Familia (4)

A tense, boiling atmosphere filled the room.

"Fey Scaffold, come here."

Elias called out plainly, without a change of expression. His eyes wandered all over the room before it fell to a particular student.

But before he could approach the student, a student suddenly stood in front of him, fuming with anger.

"Who the hell are you?! Didn't you see the sign outside?! No screaming. NO FCKING SCREAMING. Look at what you did...."

The student gritted his teeth with bloodshot eyes, pointing at the littered mess on one of the desk.

Blue liquid dripped from a couple of fallen flasks. It was obvious that the flask fell when the one who was in control suddenly lost hold of it.

"...that's hours, I tell you, hours of fucking work. But now... now... It's all gone. Who are you in the first place?! Why are you even here?!"

The student shouted while trembling. If it was not obvious enough, he was beyond pissed.

Ragna frowned heavily and was about to step forward, but Elias slid his arm and stopped him.

Seeing the hand in front of him, Ragna looked at Elias with a questioning frown but didn't say anything.

The student, clouded by rage, finally snapped back to his senses when he saw Ragna's monstrously large body.

'O-oh no...'

His eyes widened in nervousness. Although he was indeed angry, he might've thought before he acted if he had noticed Ragna.

But what was done was done.

Besides, what he did was right. The student thought and resolutely looked at Elias and Ragna, preparing for the worst.

Under everyone's gaze, Elias gave a sigh and slowly took back his hand. He stepped forward as the silence heightened.

However...

"I didn't see the sign. I'm sorry about that. It was an honest mistake."

Elias admitted, bowing his head slightly. He gave a sincere apology and made everyone in the room extremely surprised.

To be honest, the student who was fuming in anger was stunned as well. He didn't really expect it to end like that.

"...I-is that so?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I didn't know about it. Since you asked, my name is Elias Corleone, call me Elias or Corleone, any of which is fine. But no nicknames."

Elias promptly introduced himself with a small bow. He looked at the students in the room and spotted his target.

"I'm looking for that guy. Fey Scaffold. He told me that I should meet him here. I didn't know the rules in the place, I thought it was a public room."

"...Alright."

The student clenched his teeth, sighing in relief internally. That... ended in a better note than how he expected it to end.

He was honestly expecting a fight to occur.

Thankfully, things didn't develop there. He wasn't sure if he could've defended himself from Ragna.

Elias was nice, or at the very least, a person that knew to acknowledge his mistakes. That was a rare trait to possess.

Many people were too prideful for their own good.

Don't get him wrong, although he was still angry at what happened, a sincere apology was nonetheless pleasant to the ears.

The student sighed internally. He couldn't help but see Elias Corleone in a better light compared to before.

Instead, he looked at Fey Scaffold and glared. What was Scaffold doing?! Why would he schedule a meeting in here of all places?!

At that moment, Fey suddenly felt countless hostile glares be directed to him. He didn't know whether he should laugh or cry.

'Hey! I'm the one who's wronged here!'

Fey cursed internally before walking across the room in a hurry. He walked to Elias and whispered as quiet as possible,

"Outside. Now."

Elias nodded silently, and Fey skidded away to outside the room as fast as he can.

As soon as Fey ran out of the room, the gazes finally fell flat and lost its hostility. Elias looked at the students and bowed slightly once more.

Then, he went ahead and followed where Fey went. While walking, he suddenly whispered to Ragna beside him.

"Remember, violence is not always the answer. Sometimes it could be a show of weakness."

"In particular circumstances, words can be as effective. I'm not saying you made a mistake, but fists are not the answer to every solution."

"Remember that well, Ragna."

Hearing that, Ragna fell silent. He nodded slightly and followed Elias outside of the room.

The students lost interest and had no where to direct their anger and irritation to, thus they simply went on their desk and continued what they were doing.

However, that short event--would surprisingly spread throughout the Sorcerers apartment in the following days.

***

Outside the halls, Fey Scaffold took a deep breath to calm himself.

Then, he raised his head and looked at Elias and his gang before suddenly letting out a tired sigh,

"...What did you do that for? That was totally unnecessary. I told you to wait for me in the halls."

"You don't get it?"

Elias tilted his head with a frown. He shook his head slightly.

"Let's get things straight between us. We had a deal, a strict deal that involves you being a subordinate to a club that I own. I'm your boss,"

"And Scaffold, you don't make your boss wait."

Elias looked at Fey dead in the eye. Fey felt like he saw the abyss; a bottomless, well of darkness staring through him.

He couldn't help but feel nervous as the atmosphere turned solemn. How could he have forgotten?

Elias was not a simple person. He was a dangerous man. He was a man that knew the Anti-Mage and the secret palace.

Furthermore, he had never once paused nor showed a sign of fear even when Fey pointed the death guns at him.

Those were signs of a man that spoke power and danger itself.

Fey had great memory, and dare he say make accurate decisions as well frequently, thanks to the Secret Sorcerer inheritance.

But this also made him too assured of himself. He easily dismissed Elias as a threat once he knew the latter was a student and could be used.

But that was a mistake.

If his experience with dangerous people told him anything, dangerous men were incredibly unpredictable and to not be taken lightly.

Like the Anti-Mage.

Under his nervous gaze, Elias suddenly leaned forward and patted his chest with the club form paper.

"Understand?"

"Here, sign this paper. Let's not get bad blood between us. I like you, and you like me. I'm sure this is just one big misunderstanding. Cheers for a beautiful partnership,"

Fey looked at the club form paper as though it was the devil's contract. He saw a striking title on the top of the paper.

[Corleone Familia].