A strange question.
I was still wondering if this was some kind of staged, fake stunt you guys staged, but I never expected you'd suspect this much. I feel a mix of grievance, amusement, and annoyance.
Not to mention the examples that follow.
The academic community is a large group formed around the core principles of freedom and openness, encouraging research and development while prohibiting malicious attacks. The expansion of the Academy City is also an extension of this philosophy, and it is committed to providing ample planning and arrangements for graduates' future paths, offering a high degree of freedom. So how could such an outrageous rumor arise?
Unless it's some malicious individuals, or people who have crossed the line, who are spreading defamatory rumors out of dissatisfaction with the sanctions they've received.
But here, in this snowy land far removed from the influence of academia, I am currently the only one who can speak out on this issue.
“There won’t be any scoundrels.” I shook my head. “Those who do evil will be properly punished, and their tools and materials will be completely destroyed.”
"Shouldn't it be in backward places where there are few opportunities for education that evil deeds occur due to ignorance?"
Because I've handled this matter several times, I know it very well.
There isn't even a crack in the cover-up. Those bastards imprisoned in some unknown space will even have their spellcasting abilities forcibly revoked and be sealed in separate isolation spaces, cutting off any possibility of escape at the source. Only through collusion between insiders and outsiders can any room for maneuver be left.
The steadfast existence is a self-disciplined group of golems, with absolutely no room for leniency or relaxation.
"...That would be best. That's why we try to teach people knowledge."
The Star Cultist in front of him shook his head again, remained silent for a while, and then opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
But a sudden, strong tremor came from beneath our feet, causing us to instinctively grab the wall behind our scarves, thus preventing us from staggering or falling to the ground.
The decorative ornaments and cabinets placed not far away fell silently to the ground, and the simple magic stone lamps overhead swayed uneasily.
After finally regaining my balance, I quickly blocked out the sound and rushed towards the nearest window.
Crimson flames and icy bouquets bloomed magnificently not far away, and from there, a continuous barrage of powerful attacks rained down on the ruins of the collapsed buildings.
"I'm going crazy...!"
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