‘K-kill my disciples with my own hands…’

As he looked at the dagger that had fallen in front of him, Kale’s chin shook as if he were about to burst into tears. His disciples were like his children. He had taught them with affection ever since they enrolled at the magic academy. In addition, since most wizards were single for their entire lives, their disciples were especially significant to them. He struggled with the decision; he was a violent person, but even tigers and lions loved their cubs.

“Why? You can’t do it?” Henry asked in a calm voice.

“I-I…!”

It was suffocating. The pressure was like a tidal wave for Kale. It was as if the sea levels were rising and he was shipwrecked, with no other choice open to him. Kale could feel two pairs of eyes staring at him. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff.

‘I can’t… How could I possibly kill my disciples with my own hands…?’

Kale couldn’t look anywhere else, so he turned his attention...