Devon Reiser slowly opened his eyes.

After the darkness dissipated, he saw a gray sky.

Just like his current situation, devoid of any luster.

This is outside the academy.

"You're awake."

A voice drifted up behind him, and Devon, after careful examination, realized it didn't belong to Viktor.

He suddenly awoke, shaking his body, trying to escape this desolate place.

But he found that his body was still imprisoned.

His sluggish physical reactions meant he wasn't feeling any pain yet.

Devon looked down and saw that his body was covered in an unidentified liquid that looked like black ink.

It was these liquid-like substances that completely entangled him here.

"How does it feel to be imprisoned?"

Hene's voice rang out beside him, her expression neither happy nor sad.

Devon looked up at her, his face filled with shock.

"Who...who are you?!"

Henne: "..."

She casually cast a spell, and the water surface floated in the air, reflecting her face like a mirror.

Mysterious patterns, resembling mud, coiled around her neck and meandered to her forehead, sparsely covered with exquisite runes.

The patterns and runes swayed erratically as if they were alive.

Even Henney almost didn't recognize herself in this state.

No wonder that disgusting fat pig didn't recognize her.

"Heh, hehe."

"Professor German is really forgetful. It's normal that he doesn't remember someone as insignificant as me."

"Would you like to see it more clearly?"

Hennie completely removed her black hood and met Professor Devon's gaze. Countless images flashed through their eyes, and Professor Devon stood there, stunned, his memories suddenly becoming clear.

Burning books, malicious humiliation, and the girl's sobs, which she tried to suppress but gradually grew hoarse.

And he, ugly as he was, swaggered away triumphantly.

"It's you!? Viktor, that damned teaching assistant!"

"You and Victor, do you both want to torture me to death before you're satisfied?"

Henney didn't pay attention to what Devon said, because his attitude made her think that Professor Devon had been enemies with Victor for a long time.

It can only be said that she underestimated people.

Now, Devon's life and death are in her hands.

She can take revenge at any time.

But Henney didn't feel happy like she had gotten revenge.

She ultimately accomplished everything by relying on borrowed power.

There were no obstacles in the implementation of the plan, and everything went surprisingly smoothly.

He took control of the entire academy and forcibly imprisoned Devon Reiser within it.

It progressed as smoothly as a story.

This made Heni suddenly realize just how fragile mages really are.

Knights can use their superior physical abilities to cope with crises, but mages, once they run out of magic...

Then it is utterly useless.

There were so many third-tier mages in the academy, yet not a single one could stop her from sealing off the academy.

but.

"I still want to thank you, Professor Devon. You made me realize that being weak will only lead to being bullied."

Henney didn't move, her hands hidden under her robe.

But suddenly, the pitch-black ink flowed along her shadow and clung to Devon's body.

He was immediately terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

This thing made him feel very uneasy.

"What... what is this thing?"

Devon could only force a smile and quickly said:

“Miss Hene, perhaps we can reconcile.”

"Just let me go..."

"No need for explanation, Professor German."

Hene interrupted him, her fluorescent yellow eyes clouded with an astonishing blackness, obscuring even her pupils, making her look like an emotionless knife-wielding man.

"After resolving the grievances between us, I will turn myself in."

The black tentacles instantly became extremely excited, and despite the extent to which they were violently slapping each other until they broke, they quickly regenerated and swung towards Professor Devon in a massive wave.

Devon's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his throat.

"My life is over!"

"Henry!"

The tentacles stopped abruptly, coming to a complete halt right in front of Devon, almost within a hair's breadth of distance.

Devon gasped for breath, the feeling of death looming over him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

A familiar voice rang out, and Henney couldn't help but turn her head to look.

Erica stood opposite her, panting.

Erica was startled by her unfamiliar appearance.

"You...how did you become like this?"

"This is a side effect of magic, don't worry about it."

Henney didn't care at all about how she looked, even though she knew she must look ugly.

Erica, however, was somewhat puzzled.

"Henry, you can use magic now?"

Hene didn't reply and turned her head away.

Erica was utterly shocked to see Devon Reiser bound by countless black tentacles.

"Devin Reiser!? What's he doing here?"

"Didn't they say Professor Victor had already tied him up?"

Hearing Erica mention Victor's name, Heni paused, turned around in disbelief, and slowly approached Erica.

The lines on her face slowly faded, and her excitement even revealed her true appearance.

"Erica, what did you say? Who tied Devon up?"

"Professor Victor."

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