Chapter 182: Dead Poets Society (6)
“A-Are you talking to… me?”
The guard looked at me with a bewildered expression. I clicked my tongue and looked around. At my shout, a few soldiers were looking this way. Calm down. I had to calm down. I couldn't forgive a pedophile, but nothing was confirmed yet. There were several possibilities. Matilda, who had skipped a grade, could be a mature student, or the two could genuinely be in love.
Murder was something that had to be committed with great care. Otherwise, there would be unintended victims.
“Guard. Is it possible to meet Matilda right now?”
This was a very important matter, so I had to know the full story. Having a pedophile living next door was just as much of a fucking awful situation as having the blond, tanned NTR Lord, and a pedophilic criminal was an even more fucking awful situation than the blond, tanned NTR Lord.
To use a fishing analogy, these bastards were the type to catch even the fry. Just as those bastards dry up the potential of the fishing grounds by catching young fish, these were trashy bastards who snatched away the beautiful women who would one day grow up to be mine.
“I'm sorry. For the high school division and below, academy visitations between opposite genders are not permitted.”
“It's a very important matter, can’t you make an exception? Someone's life might be at stake.”
I pressed the guard once more. Since the difference in our social standing was clear, the guard couldn't easily give a firm refusal. I recalled the nobles I'd seen following the students during their commute a little earlier. I said.