"You're finally here, Instructor Art."
Within the headmistress's office, both she and Grim had gathered. Art was welcomed with a pleasant smile as he took a seat beside Grim, whose eyes betrayed no emotion.
"Did something happen to her?"
The thought crossed his mind. Ever since the assassin's attack, Grim had grown colder and less approachable. If she had seemed depressed before, now she resembled a cold-blooded murderer—the same demeanor she once exhibited during her assassin days.
"Before we continue, I would like to ask—Instructor Art, how are your wounds?"
"Well enough to not hinder my productivity," Art responded, flexing his bandaged arms.
"Good. If that's settled, Grim, you may continue."
Grim nodded.
"Red Hood. That was her name."
Cassie blinked, a mixture of surprise and horror evident on her face at the mere mention of such an ancient name.
