Chapter 20：As the Dean Predicted

As the Dean predicted, the tensions were rising with every passing day. Like a rope being slowly pulled apart, no matter how strong the rope is, it will eventually break.

And one day, a ruckus in the hall after lunch alerted me of an upcoming fight.

Bullying and blackmailing was a norm in this school, though the students do a good job of hiding it. In fact, most teachers aren't aware of this problem and those that are can't do anything. The victim would never tell because of fear and the perpetrator would never be as stupid as to turn themselves in.

Say a bully was caught red-handed, even then the Dean can't do much. Those that dared bully had a good reason to be confident whether or not they were caught. With strong family backing or really good support, they didn't leave much choices for the Dean. At most, it was suspension and then everything would be as it were, except the the rage of the one who bullied would be directed at the victim. In the end, reporting a bullying only makes it worse in most cases.

In this case, a mere human dared to accuse one of the higher races of bullying.

It could be said that although a human wasn't affected by the hierarchy of the supernaturals, they didn't have much backing and were still susceptible to power. Or in the 20th century, power by money and influence.

However, things change when that human also has strong backing.

And so when I came to the scene, none of them threw a punch yet. Each one of them believed that throwing the first punch was a sign of weakness and so they were left with hurling insults with each other.

There was quite a bit of crowd at the scene, many who were holding their phones out to take a video of this momentous occasion. Though it wouldn't surprise me if this became a common occurrence.

As nothing violent was going on, I simply projected my voice above their insults and said, "I suppose this is a very important occasion for you. However, lunch is over so it would be best to continue this civil talk after school."

The moment they heard me, they the argument stopped and a path was cleared in front of me. I guess my reputation precedes me.

"Keeper," one of them said with forced respect.

"Aria," I acknowledged before leaving to wander the school. Seeing me leave, many o the students left and the teachers who tried to simmer the argument down.

I suppose things never work out when many of the teachers have a lower ranking than the students. Those that are on the same ranking often don't try to stop it unless told by the Dean. Even then, some will complain.