"Let me go."
The dark-skinned girl with gray hair and eyes glared up at the towering figure of a cold-faced gold-haired woman.
"No."
The gold-haired woman responded indifferently, unbothered by the carnage happening behind her back.
Although she wasn't caring about anything, the gray-haired girl certainly was.
"Bellcephora, those are my students...! Let. Me. Go!"
Aspakeony growled gritting her teeth, watching in horror how fifteen first-year students were showcasing a splendid show of magic, far above the strength of average magicians – and still were losing to two fire sages facing them hand in hand.
"Those are only some summon-type spells inhabiting corpses. What's the big deal?"
The woman called Bellcephora shrugged her shoulders and sighed without looking back.
"They are self-aware! They have a conscience! They have every right to stay alive!"
