Jax looked at Roxana with his most confused face.

'The hell is going on?'

Then his gaze drifted to Lysandra in the distance. She looked like she wanted to approach, but her feet barely moved. Each step was forced. Hesitant. As if walking through invisible quicksand.

Her expression was pure horror.

Before Jax could ask what was happening, the little girl spoke.

"Big brother! Where have you been?!"

Her voice cracked slightly.

"I searched for you everywhere! I visited the park every single day thinking that one day I would find you and you would teach me again!"

Jax felt a pang of guilt looking at her face. Those wide eyes demanded answers while teetering on the edge of tears.

He sighed softly.

"I'm sorry, little one. I've been occupied by some stupid work."

He patted her head gently. Then, without warning, he lifted her into his arms.

She immediately lashed out, tiny fists pounding against his chest.

"I'm not a child! Why are you—"

Jax smiled warmly.

"Sshh."

One word. That was all it took.

Her protests died instantly.

His eyes shifted to the nobles still standing nearby. Two families, it seemed. A handful of adults and their spawn clustered together like frightened sheep.

"What happened?" Jax asked the girl. "Did they mess with you?"

She pouted.

"I just escaped from the boring party. Then I bumped into these suckers." She crossed her arms. "Instead of accepting my apology, they started spouting nonsense."

One of the fathers stepped forward, his voice indignant.

"Mister, this girl is lying! She didn't apologize! She said 'You lowborn pests, watch where you're going. How dare you cross my path!'"

Jax looked back at the girl in his arms.

She returned his gaze with pure innocence painted across her features.

"Wasn't that an apology?" Her tone was genuinely confused. "I didn't beat them. Didn't threaten them. Didn't even abuse them."

Jax's smile widened.

He patted her head approvingly.

"That was definitely an apology. You aren't at fault here, so relax." His voice dropped to something warmer. "Let your brother handle the rest."

Roxana's jaw hit the floor.

She knew this girl. Emily. The Headmistress's daughter. Present at most academy events. Stubborn. Bold. Occasionally insufferable.

But THIS side? This was completely different.

'Headmistress Lysandra shouldn't see what Jax is doing here,' Roxana thought frantically. 'I need to make sure Emily forgets whatever happened. Otherwise, the Headmistress will be absolutely pissed—'

Her eyes instinctively searched for Lysandra.

And found her.

The Headmistress was walking toward them as if her legs had been replaced with lead weights. Each step looked physically painful. Her jaw hung even lower than Roxana's had.

Roxana muttered under her breath.

"Shit."

Meanwhile, Jax was already walking toward the noble horde.

Killing intent radiated from him like heat from a furnace. The nobles saw it clearly. Some took involuntary steps backward.

Another adult tried to intervene, his voice trembling.

"P-Professor, we just tried to teach her some manners. Like a parent would. But—"

Jax's voice cut through like a blade.

"But what?"

His eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Looks like you DO recognize me. Which means you know exactly what happens when someone makes me mad."

He took another step forward.

"Not only did you piss me off. Not only did you trouble my sister. But after knowing who I am, you dare claim you were PARENTING her?"

His voice rose.

"Parenting her for WHAT? A simple apology?" He laughed coldly. "To be honest, I'm the one who taught her that. Do you have a problem with my parenting? Or are you saying my methods were wrong?"

The noble panicked, words tumbling out in a mess.

"P-Professor! I didn't mean that! But the child said derogatory words after! Words that were—"

"WHICH WERE WHAT?!"

Jax's shout echoed across the courtyard.

Silence fell.

Then a small boy beside the panicking noble spoke up, his voice shaky.

"She... she said derogatory words about my father."

The boy pointed at Emily.

"She said: 'Oh, I know exactly who you are, mister. You're the guy whose wife pretends to moan so you'll finish faster and leave her alone.'"

Roxana choked on air.

The boy continued, tears forming.

"She said she visited mother's dreams last week. That mother told her father is 'as useful as a limp dick in a brothel.'"

Lysandra's soul evacuated her body entirely.

"Then when I asked her to apologize," the boy sobbed, "she patted my head and said: 'There, there. You're mad because I said the truth?'"

His voice cracked.

"Then she told my father: 'Imagine how your kids feel knowing they got your genes. Poor bastards probably pray for adoption every night.'"

Emily maintained her innocent expression throughout.

The boy's final words came out broken.

"And then she told ME to tell my mother that she should adopt a demon child instead. Because at least its horn would be bigger than father's peanut. At least mother could play with it, unlike..."

He couldn't finish. Sobs overtook him.

Roxana and Lysandra stood frozen. Their bodies had physically left this mortal realm. Only empty shells remained.

But Jax?

Jax came to a stop directly before the trembling nobles.

"I didn't feel she said anything wrong here."

His voice was calm. Almost pleasant.

"What do you say?" He looked at the boy's father. "Was she lying?"

The father hissed beneath his composed mask. Anger boiled visibly beneath the surface. But every time his eyes met Jax's furious gaze, that anger transformed into desperate self-preservation.

He said nothing.

Jax smiled and turned back to Emily.

"Looks like you didn't need my help after all." Pride filled his voice. "Well done handling these filths."

He patted her head again.

This time, she beamed. Her smile was radiant. Like a student receiving the highest honor from her beloved teacher.

Jax turned back to the nobles.

His smile vanished instantly. Replaced by cold rage.

"You lot made my start to this party better than I expected." His voice carried false gratitude. "I got to meet this little one again. I got to witness her growth firsthand."

A pause.

"So I'm going to leave you for that."

The nobles exhaled with visible relief.

Then Jax added one final comment.

"By the way. Children don't lie."

His eyes locked onto the father.

"Consider her words carefully. Maybe get a divorce." A dark smirk crossed his face. "And forgive your wife for whatever sins she committed to end up with you."

The father's fist clenched so hard his knuckles turned white.

But he knew. He KNEW he couldn't do a single thing to Jax. The man wasn't the strongest fighter, but he could deliver a devastating punch out of nowhere. And retaliation would only make things worse. His entire family could suffer.

So he swallowed his pride.

Grabbed his sobbing son.

And walked away.

Leaving the Inauguration Ball entirely.

Jax watched them retreat with absolute satisfaction.

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