For a mage, the word "fallen" signifies the final judgment made when they are deemed to have fallen into the inhuman realm of demonic arts and need to be dealt with until they are no longer regenerable.

As has been said many times before, a monk who goes astray can cause greater harm than an ordinary person. Such a monk who goes astray is considered to have fallen.

Losing empathy, viewing others as inferior beings different from themselves; irritable and extreme, arbitrarily interfering with the order of the city and its people or creating desperate situations according to their own desires; seeing all living beings as a chessboard, attempting to control the development and progress of the entire world according to their own will... or simply venting violence without thinking or meaning, arbitrarily killing everything around them.

Although fewer and fewer such people are appearing due to the education and selection processes at the Academy City, they still exist. They just haven't been discovered yet.

From the moment they fall into the demonic path, they will no longer be regarded as human, but will be seen as an enemy by all mages until they are killed and exterminated.

Just like the first chimera experiment and the many sorcerers who followed it afterward.

Lowering her head, Ms. Juliana softly stated her thoughts: "Professor Adrian... he was one of my many teachers, a highly respected elder in the Academy City. I sincerely hope that this is just a small misunderstanding, at least until everything can be salvaged."

That's utterly foolish.

Even though you have a premonition, you still cling tightly to a thin rope whose sturdiness is unknown, treating it as a lifeline to salvage your illusions. Do you want to struggle one more time?

"Then, Ms. Juliana, shouldn't you be aware that your actions are actually making more students take risks for your unfounded fantasies?"

"...Yes, I understand."

She bit her lower lip, and crimson blood seeped from the punctured wound, staining her lips.

But she ultimately chose to plead earnestly, her eyes darting around, no longer displaying her previous businesslike demeanor: "So I have no choice but to beg you, only you, as a disciple of the witch, can help me confirm whether everything I see is real."

Although that's what she said, in my opinion, the seed of doubt had already taken deep root in her heart and was about to sprout.