Scene: Inside the Headmaster's Office
"Sir, are you sure this is the right thing to do?"
The headmaster sipped his tea calmly, his gaze steady.
"What do you mean?"
Assistant Jamar, a fourth-circle mage and professor of Mage Kinetics (Kinetics means someone who study magic force, motion, circles etc), leaned in, lowering his voice.
"Sir, do you really not understand what I'm saying?"
A heavy silence filled the room.
The headmaster finally spoke. "Do you know, after the first generation disappeared, I thought I had lost my dream? But then I realized how important it was for people to learn to protect themselves—and others. This is bigger than any dream."
"But don't you think, sending these students out is the same as sending them to their deaths?"
The assistant's words hung in the air. For a moment, Jamar thought the headmaster wouldn't answer. But then the older man lifted his face, his expression unwavering.
"I'm not worried about that," the headmaster said, his tone resolute.
Jamar frowned.
"How can you say that? One of them is a swordsman without mana. Another can't even use spells. Norman… his condition is different. And Ravenna? She may be skilled, but as a saint, she lacks manner that need for as a saint candidate!"
The headmaster glanced at a list of student profiles on the desk, his hand brushing over the papers before setting them down.
"Do you really think they'll be okay?"
Jamar's patience was wearing thin, his voice rising with frustration.
The headmaster met his gaze, unshaken.
"Trust me," he said firmly, placing his cap back on his head.
"Do what's on your mind."
Jamar stormed out of the room, muttering angrily under his breath.
"Are there any updates on them?" he asked, his voice sharp.
Jamar, pausing by the door, sighed deeply. "None. The patrol is still searching for them." With those words, he left.
The headmaster remained standing by the window, gazing out at the fading light. His expression turned somber and tense as the weight of his decisions pressed heavily on him.
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