"Hmn?"
Apollo raised a brow, slightly surprised, then, his eyes narrowed.
"Don't tell me you're trying to dissuade me, Sofiya?"
The pink haired girl, calm and collected, put down her hand and spoke to him.
"I believe letting them go is the best. You don't want to be excessive."
Hearing this, Apollo laughed—not from joy or amusement, but from anger.
"When did you start talking to me? Am I that easy to be coerced?"
He smiled, however, his eyes showed glaring ruthlessness.
As if unaffected by the suffocating pressure from Apollo, the girl calmly raised her head, her green eyes locking on his purple eyes.
"Did I sound like I was coercing you? My bad. I only thought it was the best decision to make. You can ignore me then."
What?!
The unusually assertive girl suddenly retreated? The students of Class-D were shocked beyond measure.
'Who is she?'
Hazel quietly pondered.
