"Exactly how did this happen?" Ariana asked sharply, her eyes narrowing at the dorm warden, who stood nervously by the door.
It wasn't the warden who answered—but Gilbert.
"The window frame gave way when Miss Elena leaned against it," he explained. "She couldn't react in time and fell. Landed on her arm. That's how it happened."
Adrian sighed. "If I'm not mistaken, the warden should've known if a window had loose screws, right?"
"I checked everything just last week, sir," the warden replied quickly, almost too quickly.
It was part of her job to inspect every room at least once a month. These inspections were meant to ensure students weren't doing anything illegal—like using dark magic or forging weapons.
At the same time, she was also expected to check things that require regular maintenance—like taps, windows, and bed frames.
"Then how did this happen?" Ariana frowned, glancing at the unconscious girl lying on the infirmary bed, her arm carefully wrapped in white bandages.
