Headmaster Rombrandt was troubled.

Earlier today, he’d seen a peculiar scene from the white tower. A dead mother and her two cubs… and the howl of a young man. The moment he’d seen that, he knew things would go wrong. Those eyes….

Perhaps it was a mistake to bring him here. Perhaps it was a mistake to do things this way. But there was no other choice.

There was no other… even so the die was cast. And all he could do now was watch. Would something had changed if he was younger, had more sway, or strength for that matter?

He couldn’t tell. No, he didn’t wish to tell. Even in his prime he never went against them.

Still, he tried to make sure things didn’t go wrong. They still did. The boy was preparing to die. And the least he could do was show him what death truly was. The boy was young, far too young to go down this route. This route of hatred and vengeance. He had to be taught a lesson.

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For that, he summoned one of the hired part time teachers and instructed him to scare the living shit out of the boy but not kill him. For one, killing the boy would make this academy a target of the boy’s real parents and worse, even the Duke and the Barack family. But that wasn’t the only reason, there was more. Something about that boy put the man at edge. It was almost like the boy was influenced by something, something dangerous… a devil?

No, the boy was far too innocent to be a devil’s apostle. If anything, he was more of a hero candidate than most of the hero candidates. Sure, he didn’t have much mana but many noble children didn’t have that either. And he was no longer a fake noble, so that didn’t matter. The church wouldn’t be foolish enough to assassinate him like the rest, especially considering his connections.

Yet, how did it come to this?

Why was the boy on the ground?

Why was the he… dead?

And why was the man who killed him… crying?

“What have you done?” The headmaster said. “You weren’t supposed to-”

“Ke Ke Eke…”

Huh? What was that? What was this foul presence? This devasting hatred? This….?

“A fiend?” Alustur prepared to slice but, but the fiend was gone.

One second it was there, the next, it was gone. Not a trace.

“Above!” Rombrandt shouted, instinctively propping his hands up forming a wind barrier.

“Wings…” Alustur mumbled. “It’s a deity…”

Ah… the child- Fire… fire rained. Truly was special….