"So this is what you believed?" the elderly dean sighed, his composure returning, but his voice carried a strong bitterness, "I only wanted a fair outcome; why did you have to do this?"
After speaking, the old dean reached into his pocket and pulled out a small scroll.
The pupils of those present constricted sharply.
"Soldiers! Stop him!"
But the old dean reacted swiftly, and the scroll emitted a faint glow that coalesced into a fiercely burning dagger, which he hurled with lightning speed.
Twelve consecutive short-range Divine Arts in the form of daggers were released one after the other until the scroll shattered. Throughout, the old dean had not put down the scroll.
"I came to the tribunal in respect of life.
I did not weep in sorrow, in respect of myself.
I believed that you would deliver a just outcome, in respect of justice.
I did not harm others, in respect of the innocent.
And now, I choose to kill you, in respect of humanity.
