Turning around I see that it’s that damned woman, I still have no idea what her name is and that may become a problem.

For some reason, the wanna be dimwits started acting like they were constipated, like they saw a ghost or something.

One of them said, “O-Oh lady Keswick, I suppose you are right, will be departing now.”. After that they just rushed off, leaving me to wonder what the big deal was.

“Hello Jeldard, how’s it been?” She says awkwardly. Oh dear this woman knew Ustos, I am going to beat Ustosis's ass when I get back to my dorm, how dare he withhold such information from me.

“O-Oh Keswick… It’s been all right.” I say in Ustos’s classical nervous tone.

“Look I know I said, that we couldn't be friends, but I just couldn’t resist having my old best friend be treated like this anymore.”. I am going to murder that damned literal bastard.

“Let’s just have this conversation after soul class ends, in a more secluded place.” nervously staring around at the people watching us.

“Yes… your right, let’s chat in my dorm at noon.“, so basically after being annoyed by the dimwits, I have around an hour to interrogate Ustos before leaving to head to this idiot’s dorm. Fun.

I node and we both start heading to the soul class, none of us saying anything to each other on the way.

After dealing with soul theory, which was basically that woman boring a hole into the back of my head with a stare the whole class, I had a meeting with the dimwits, which went as original as always. And after that, I headed to my dorm to confront Ustos.

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Opening the door to my dorm, I walk in, purposefully making as loud footsteps as I can, then I approach a shelf and grab my dagger, in the fulll sight line of Ustos. I casually grab a chair and place it in front of Ustos, he looks as pitiful and stupid as always.

I remove his gag out of his mouth, and shockingly he doesn't start yapping on about something silly like begging me to let him go or pleading for me to stop the pain, no it seems he has learned, how nice.

So I ask, “So Ustos, who is Keswick?” he seems shocked by this question.

“You know, I don’t like when you hide stuff from me, I mean, look at the missing skin on your left hand, oh what your hands are tied behind your back.”

After that, he started talking, and he actually looked hurt, not fiscal hurt, emotionally hurt which is annoying “I and Clara met when we were young, and we quickly became best friends.

Other people would pick on me and judge me because I was a bastard, but she was different, she didn’t judge me for being a bastard, Clara didn't see class, she saw people for what they were. But our friendship couldn't last the other nobles looked at her with scorn, scouthing at the fact that a viscount’s bastard and a marquess's first daughter could ever be at the same level.

Around two years ago she couldn't take the scorn from her friends and family for being my friend anymore and finally cut our friendship off.”.

Of course, he had to be the one lucky bastard, that gained a damned marquess as a friend. And he dares to look sad in front of me, If I had enough time I would have given him such a punishment that he wouldn’t even dare to think of hiding anything from me ever again, but unfortunately, I don’t.

I need to get more out of him, how they treated each other, how they met, even their inside jokes. After 20 minutes of solid interrogation, I gave Ustos some quick gut punches and departed.

Standing in front of Clara’s door I give it a knock, after a little waiting the door opens and I see Clara, she looks a little sad and worried. She lets me inside her dorm which looks very nice by the way, better than Ustosis, which annoys me greatly.

She tells me to take a seat and starts off the conversation, “Look Jeldard, it’s been a while but just because I stopped talking to you doesn't mean I stopped paying attention to you.

I know about everyone who bullies you, and it’s hard to see and hear my old friend getting demotivated and hurt every day by them, sure it used to be bad back then but now it’s far worse. I’ve been debating to myself on if I should intervene with you again but this morning was the final straw, those people were publicly making fun of you and calling you names I just couldn’t resist.”.