The girl resembling my younger sister took light steps forward.
No, strictly speaking, the expression ‘resembling’ had a flaw. For starters, the girl in front of me was also one of my younger sisters.
Ria Percus.
She was once called that. Also, after being abandoned by her family, she was the tragic protagonist who had her name and even her life completely taken away.
Of course, I wasn’t free from that sin either.
The girl hadn’t committed any wrongdoing. She had merely been deceived by sweet words promising to cure an incurable disease, and ultimately became the sacrificial lamb of the foolish decision not to retrieve the girl in the end.
It was our family’s responsibility.
Therefore, it was my responsibility as well.
The reason why a corner of my heart ached every time I faced the girl was probably because guilt was turning into a blade, reproaching me.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t possibly wear a warm expression.
From my gritted teeth, heated threats spilled out one after another.
“The Academy isn’t your playground… You should already know that even you can’t return alive, right?”
It wasn’t a bluff or anything.
My words contained only plain truth.
The Academy wasn’t just a daycare that took care of children from precious families. It was a cradle that produced talented individuals, and it was also filled with all sorts of renowned figures to teach them.
The current most likely candidate for the next Master, Chancellor…