"Ah—please wait, Mister Hazuki..."
Hansim's voice was calm, but urgent.
He took a slow step forward, not raising his hands, not begging—just trying.
But Hazuki didn't stop.
He reached the tall doors of the grand hall.
Then paused.
He glanced back.
Eyes cold. Voice flat.
"I already told you before, didn't I?"
His gaze narrowed.
"I'll leave if those kids are treated like trash."
A wave of silence rolled over the hall again.
Hansim didn't respond immediately.
He lowered his gaze, remembering the terms of the agreement—Hazuki only agreed to attend if the children were treated as honored guests.
He was right.
This wasn't just a scene.
It was a line being drawn.
And now, Hazuki had chosen where he stood.
"Oi Kisha!!" Hazuki called without turning back, voice loud and clear.
"Gather those kids—we're leaving!"
"Y-Yes, Mister Hazuki!" Kisha replied, already moving.
