A cold hand landed on Hotarubi's shoulder. As usual, James had been silent in his approach. He very calmly held her, his fingers placed neatly on her arm. From a distance, it looked like a simple pat on the shoulder. With only slight pressure, it already sent inklings of pain down her spine. He spoke in a cold, dead tone, with a slight edge of hunger. "Next time you think of killing a student, think of your own life first. A knight who will strike down a fellow member isn't worth the life she holds. Am I understood?"