Mr. Mill quickly retraced his steps back to the Academy and found that the old Headmaster was walking like a slug.
"Ah, there you are," said the Headmaster upon seeing teacher Mill. "You had walked so fast that my feet couldn't catch up. Ohohoho. Old bones, you see, you have to walk a little slower."
". . ." What do you mean, old bones? You're the legendary Headmaster that is rumored to be the strongest in the entire Four Kingdoms! You could topple cities, command the ocean, and ravage the mountains!
Your enemies ran with their tails between their legs at just the mention of your name! You're a freaking god!
And you tell me that old age bested you?
Mr. Mill's face tune from red to green to red again while his hands trembled, trying to control himself from shouting at the Headmaster.
No matter how angry he was. The Headmaster was still his superior and leader. One flick of his wrist and he would surely turn to ash without knowing how he died.
