The Court of the Girl

Episode 6

Martius returned to the classroom, once again he calmed down. He sat in his chair, his gaze fixed on the upright figure of the Jordan. His finger lightly tapped on the table, his eyes were shady, displaying a thoughtful expression.

Wanting something that should not be wanted is a sin!

As the lunch break was running out, Juliette finally walked into the classroom.

Arriving inside, his eyes met Martius, but he did not feel ashamed despite being caught by Juliette while doing those things, at first he was not a shy person.

Juliette calmly turned her gaze and returned to her seat.

During the break, Juliette held the pen, diligently writing her class notes while bowing her head.

In the very back seat of the classroom, Martius rotated the pen in his right hand, slowly increasing his speed.

Finally, the pen slipped off its fingers, making a 'click' sound as it fell onto the table. He pushed his chair back and stood up, glancing at his friends.

Martius' friends understood who he was interested in again. Understanding his intentions, they stood up and looked at each other, enthusiastically waiting for the show.

The three of them walked towards the back door of the classroom, and on the far right seat sat a thin and frail student with black-framed glasses.

She is an economically disadvantaged student who was accepted into this school as part of a social welfare program.

Martius stared at the student's figure, his hand in his pocket, and shouted, "Hey!"

The student clearly heard Martius' footsteps getting closer with each step, pressing down on his heart. He felt frightened, tightly grasping the pen in hand, taking a defensive position, too afraid to turn around.

Martius furrowed his nose coldly and quickly walked towards the young man's side. He leaned over, clasping the young man's shoulders loudly, his voice full of danger, "Why don't you turn around when I call you?"

The young man's body trembled uncontrollably. He forced himself to calm down, forced a smile and asked with great politeness, "What do you need? I'll buy it now."

Martius tightened his grip on the young man's shoulder, as if not knowing why the young man was so afraid. Without guilt, he grinned, "What's wrong? Why are you shaking?"

"Why are you so scared? I'm not gonna do anything to you."

"I'm calling you to tell me the good news. From today on, you no longer need to be my slave! Are you happy?"

The young man did not understand what game Martius was playing this time, but all he felt was fear, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

Then, Martius continued speaking quickly, "However, you need to choose a replacement. If you are no longer my slave, someone must replace you."

"The choice is yours, you decide who will replace you."

In an instant, the young man felt as if he was inside an ice cave, his face pale full of fear. In his eyes, Martius who stood in front of him was more terrifying than a demon.

This circumstance forces him to become a doer, exchanging his escape from hell for the conditions and price of dropping others into it.

Even though he was no longer a slave of Martius, his conscience would still be disturbed, forever tormented by guilt and regret.

But he mustn't miss this opportunity!

Martius held the young man's head with both hands and forced him to look at everyone sitting in their seats in front of the classroom. He whispered in his ear like a demon spell, "The choice is yours."

Even those who did not turn around knew something was happening, because Martius' voice was not slow.

The students in the class, who entered as the subject of social attention, trembled in fear and did not dare to turn around for fear of meeting the young man's gaze. They fear being chosen and drawn into hell, becoming the next target of bullying.

On the other hand, the descendants of the wealthy family and the elite children all turned their heads and watched this scene with a mocking expression, curious as to who the young man would choose as his successor.

Juliette did not turn around but continued to organize her notes, carefully arranging the notes neatly. The writing is very smooth, neat, and the notes are in order.

The boy observed the people within the class, a deep hatred growing within him.

They were all indifferent spectators, not a single one reached out a helping hand as he was bullied, not even saying a word to him. They are all perpetrators! They are all criminals!

Now, Martius asked him to choose someone who would succeed him, becoming the next victim of torture. He did not dare to choose people from the upper class, so he could only turn his gaze to those who entered the class with a status of social equality like himself.

He really hated them more than ever. They have the same background and face similar situations with it.

They should have understood his difficult situation and how much he suffered, but none of them had ever helped him or spoken for him.

Why should he feel guilty? Why should he feel guilty?

They are all perpetrators, all responsible for their suffering. Even if he sent them to hell, they deserved it!

Martius chuckled and touched the face of the boy. He glanced at his watch and said, "You have one minute to choose. Start."

Then, he gently added, "You know, I like smart slaves, choose wisely."

At all times, he tried his best to understand Martius, guessed his intentions, and cherished him in any way to escape his punishment.

The boy understood Martius. He wouldn't say something like this for no reason. And there was meaning in his eyes.

He reflected on Martius' words over and over again.

A clever boy...

A clever boy...

His agitated gaze crept throughout the classroom. He cannot make the wrong choice; this is his only chance. If he fails, even more horrific torture and punishment awaits. He will continue to live in hell.

The boy's gaze continued to wander until it came to a halt on the cold figure sitting in front of the left of the classroom, wearing a cheap hearing aid in his right ear.

The jordan!

Martius looked straight at the Jordan!

Jordan was the best disciple, the cleverest of them.

At that moment, when the boy found the right answer, he did not hesitate as he would be the one to push others to hell. Instead, he was happy to know that he would finally be free from the torment of bullying.

Martius raised his hand and looked at his watch. The seconds continued to move as he slowly began to count down, "Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

He lowered his hand and looked at the boy, his eyes deep and mysterious. "Have you made your choice?"

The boy glanced at the figure of Jordan in the distance and steadily made a decision. He decided to let Jordan experience hell rather than himself, feeling the despair of being bullied.

He nodded slowly and raised his hand, pointing towards the Jordan.

Following the boy's gaze, Martius seemed very satisfied with the choice the boy had made. Slowly, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he hit the boy on the shoulder. "From today on, you're no longer my slave."

Hearing this, the boy's face shone with happiness, even the hands hanging beside him shook.

He should have hated Martius for starting the bullying, but now that he ended it, he could not hate him.

He even felt a little grateful. He knows that this mentality is not healthy, but he cannot help himself.

Martius' friends stood nearby, commenting casually, "Although you are no longer our slave, remember to live with gratitude, okay?"

The boy nodded with spirit.

The news of Jordan being the next target of Martius quickly spread throughout the school.

"Is this true? How intriguing. I never liked Jordan."

"Martius always had a new way, didn't he?"

"Why did Martius suddenly notice the Jordan always getting the best grades?"

"Loved social pamas like this should be expelled from Hope High School as soon as possible!"

"The cleaning plan is starting!"

Martius stood at the back of the classroom with a condescending smile on his lips as he shouted, "Welcome, Jordan, in your new role as my slave. I'm counting on you from now on."

Jordan, sitting in his place, heard clearly, but his hand continued to flip the pages of the book without stopping, remaining silent and unresponsive.

He did not know why Martius was suddenly after him, but he was well aware that he could not give up from the very beginning the intimidation began.

Otherwise, he would end up at the lowest level in Hope High School, where anyone could step on him. Compared to facing Martius alone, such a situation would be hell.

Seeing the belated Jordan reaction, Martius smiled sarcastically speechlessly, his casual hand going into his pocket as he casually walked towards the seat next to him, followed by his companions.

It did not take long, he stood before the Jordan, put his hands on the table to support himself, leaned over and extended his hand.

"Hello, my new slave."