'This bastard… just much did he think ahead?' I coolly look at Lazarus standing in front of me with a livid face.
'Did he really came up with the idea on a whim or did he research it as well?'
'Even if he came up with the knowledge on a notion… calling Abigail's and my affair just like that, man you would need balls of steel or a psychopathic brain to come up with it.'
'…Which now that I think, he pretty much is a psycho.'
"Well… do you?" Lazarus continued, "If you didn't… then it's probably a dog trying to take a lick at the top bone, right? The only thing you can ever hope to get is a piece of her shoe."
"Mr. Blackshot"
"Hm?"
"It's good that there is no one else here at the academy, otherwise, they might think you're a bit jealous of me."
"Jealous? What can you possibly-"
"The person who had so doggedly searched for a way to bring down the queen before, is now so desperate, that he's coming up with random speculations."
