“Mmm!”

Kale fell helplessly without even a chance to resist. His limbs were frozen, so he couldn’t cast a spell, and his mouth was frozen, so he couldn’t cast a spell.

Whoosh!

Kale accelerated as he fell, his life flashing before his eyes. It had been full of blood, sweat, and tears to get to where he was now. Tears began to fall, and the crotch of his trousers grew damp. He saw huge icebergs with the men from Salgaera frozen inside. The iceberg’s pillar-like tip resembled the fangs of a beast glowing in the moonlight. It looked as if it would pierce through him at any moment.

‘So this is the end…!’

Kale prepared for his death and closed his eyes, but just before his head hit the ice pillar—

“Prism Beam.”

Crackle! Crackle! Crackle!

Henry fired a beam that froze everything, turning Kale into a part of the iceberg. Henry had never meant to kill him at all. Kale was a member of the Magical Spire and, thus, technically Henry’s disciple.

‘A wise master will always give a second chance to a foolish disciple.’ This was...