The Traitor's Disciple (12)

“──Aaaaaaagh!!!”

The one to react a step before the man whose arm had been severed was Pascal.

Baring his clenched teeth and letting out a roar, Pascal grabbed the frozen Kalga by the nape.

‘We can’t win.’

Those words dominated Pascal’s mind.

Normally, he would have taught his students never even to think that way. Weakness of the heart led to weakness in action, and all that awaited was certain defeat.

No matter how formidable the foe, no matter how daunting the obstacle, there was nothing they couldn’t overcome…

But even grit had its limits.

He had no intention of letting his student throw their life away against an opponent on an entirely different level.

The decision came in an instant. Pascal condensed all the mana in his body into his fingertips, hidden behind his back...