Vol. 15 Ch. 3: Why He Didn't Use Honorifics

Left in the student council room, Monica glanced sideways at Bridget.

Bridget looked pale enough to collapse at any moment, but she nevertheless kept her back straight and glared at the wood grain of the table. Being the intelligent person she was, she was probably trying to organize the information and grasp the current situation.

Meanwhile, Elliott sat with his arms folded, then absently scratched his head and half-rose from his chair.

"Something's got me on edge. Want some tea?"

"No, thank you."

Despite saying he felt restless, Elliott seemed far calmer than Monica.

Elliott gave a weary shrug and returned to his seat. Bridget turned her amber eyes toward him.

"You seem awfully relaxed. As His Highness's childhood friend, shouldn't you be more shaken?"

"There's no point in getting worked up. There's nothing we can do."

Hearing their exchange, Monica couldn't help looking at Elliott...