Volume 3.118 Third Goal (1)

December 7, 209

House of Hearts

House Morgue

One week has passed since then...

The four heads of the Houses surrounded a bed, with a corpse that was tucked with white thick linen. Acreas, wearing gloves in his hand, proceeded to get a small silver dagger inside his coat.

"The destruction that happened in the House of Hearts was all settled. And all the perpetrator who caused the incident was already given their proper punishment." Acreas started speaking like he was reporting. "However, there is one thing that bothered me and I know the four of you must see this."

"Hurry up already Acreas." The Headmaster of the Diamonds said. He was covering his nose with his right hand. And his face didn't hide his disgust. "The great me doesn't suit to be inside a place full of rotten foul-smelling corpses."

"I apologized," Acreas said. "I will now go straight to the point. Please have a look at this."