"…It's about his current situation. I'm not quite sure how to put this."
"Then don't. Just say it."
"The cadets hate his guts," he said. "Somehow, they can't stand how well he performs compared to them. Then there's the matter of the instructors' test. They found out he knew what was happening and said nothing."
Roen went on to explain the incident in the mess hall that had occurred an hour earlier.
Crack.
Ingrid felt the paper tear beneath her fingers. She noticed Roen's raised brow and calmly set it down, her face betraying nothing.
"So, what's the problem?"
"Well, the prime's results are… extraordinary. Monstrous, even. We haven't seen a cadet like him since your time. He also has the highest Temper Points. There's no doubt he'll become the prime."
Ingrid raised an eyebrow.
"And?"
Roen frowned.
"If he can't get the cadets to follow him, it'll be impossible to compete with the other Houses. South will lose." He hesitated. "I think we should intervene."
"No."
"But—"
