Crewel had many pups to tend to after the assailants in technomantic-armour invaded the school, now recognised as S.T.Y.X agents. More than half of the house wardens had been taken, as well as the headmaster, leaving the Academy in the hands of the vice house wardens and the remaining staff.

Trein took over for Crowley, guiding the disorganised students and trying to figure out what happened. That left Crewel to care for the injured since he was the most knowledgeable in this field.

Yes, a lecture awaited some of the unconscious pups who had dived head-first into conflict, but until they recovered Crewel would have to wait. He was more angry at the assailants who had dared lay their hands on his students—the absolute audacity.

Luckily, no casualties but the infirmary was filling quickly and he was yet to see his most troublesome student. You'd no doubt gotten injured, it was a matter of when you'd arrive and how dire your state would be.

"I'm going to need to remind the lot of you on how to choose your battles," Why you thought to fight the heavily armoured and armed S.T.Y.X soldiers, he would never know. You were going to give him ~~more~~ grey hairs.