Sigmund heard the faint sobs of his Master before he entered the room, and as soon as he saw her crying holding her broken weapon, he clenched his fist in anger.
"Who would've done such a cruel thing?" Ivory's tears fell on her cheeks. "Why does something bad always happen to me?"
"Hey," Sigmund uttered, not knowing how to console her. "I'll get to the bottom of this. For tomorrow, you should report this to the principal."
"Sigmund…" she continued crying, "Thank you…"
"Hush, stop it. You're ugly now, but do you want to be uglier? Don't cry!" he reached out to her face and wiped her tears with his fingers. "I will make sure that the culprit pays for this."
Early the next day, Ivory went to the Principal's office to report about what happened to her weapon. "I'm sorry about this. This happened because I forgot such an important thing…"
