The moment Ezra stepped out of the lecture hall, he stopped.
A lone figure stood by the window with their arms crossed.
"You're crazy…" they muttered.
It was Silas. His brow was furrowed as his gaze fixed on Ezra, a conflicted look on his face. Ezra returned a frown of his own.
Silas spoke again. "I get it. I understand your reasoning, but… Audelle didn't do anything."
"We're both hypocrites, Silas."
"...What?"
"Like how Charlotte didn't do anything. Like how Audelle didn't. Yet we both found reasons to do what we did," Ezra said. "And I believe what I did was… necessary."
Silas couldn't find any words to refute.
Indeed, just a year ago, he had tried to kill Charlotte out of his resentment toward Vanitas Astrea. Ezra's words weren't wrong in that regard.
He had heard of Ezra's past. His animosity toward the Imperial Prince. If he had completely abandoned his principles, then wouldn't his next target be….
