Chapter 2 - Min Headroom①(12)

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Art by Kurohiko: https://twitter.com/meikurohiko/status/https://wimgs.ssjz8.com/upload/1500948065309511681/photo/1
I'm pulled out of my silent rage by several loud creaks and cracks as I realize I've almost splintered the wood of my real-world desk within my grip. Releasing it, I make a silent vow to invoice a new adjustable desk to the Legion and do some of my own detective work to discover who exactly had a teenage Fulgur commissioned and when they were kind enough to pass it on to praetor Chroma. An arrogant smile, hidden in the brush of a dark beard came to mind. Remind me to thank the professor for his own extra-curriculars. If he has any kind of survival instincts, he just felt a cold chill blowing in his way on dark, gloomy wings.