After the third princess left, Alan's expression grew increasingly grim.
Lioncrest Academy had gone too far.
First it was Eisen, then headmaster Stephen, and now even the third princess had been dragged into this mess—nearly getting injured in the crossfire.
New grudges stacked atop old ones. Alan stood at the edge of eruption.
He slowly turned around, ignoring the worried glances of his companions, and fixed his gaze squarely on Old Gayle.
From his mouth came a solemn declaration:
"From this moment on, either Lioncrest Academy lives—or I do. There's no room for both."
Old Gayle didn't speak. But the slight tremble of his lips and the surging fury deep in his eyes were more telling than words. At that moment, he too formed the unshakable resolve—to see Lioncrest utterly destroyed.
"Hey, don't be rash…" Francis chimed in, his tone weary and conflicted. After the exhausting battles they had recently fought, both his body and spirit were drained.
