902 When Luck Is Not Enough

The luckiest man in Myrtharian Nerds waved at them from the top of a broad staircase and walked dignifiedly towards them, hands in pockets. The panicked student who was still muttering apologies trembled at the sight of the new arrival and began to wish he had stayed in bed this morning.

At that moment, he remembered the word the chandelier victim had just yelled, and his face turned pale.

"U-Ulfar, I can assure you that's not what you think. I checked the condition of the chandelier this morning, and it was in perfect condition."

"I know, I know." The King of Beskyr rolled his eyes, patting the student's shoulder. "Don't worry, they won't say anything. Right, son?"

Skorgeld just let out a deep sigh. He never intended to press charges against anyone. The only culprit was his bad luck. After assuring the maintenance student multiple times that they wouldn't say anything, they finally managed to get rid of him.