Monet reacted to Julianās voice and quickly moved away from Owen.
Then she glared squarely at Julian.
In response to Monet, Julian took one look at Owen and then.
āOh dear, ā¦thatās quite a beating youāve taken.ā
He muttered, followed by a look at Monet.
āI was suspicious, but ā¦now Iām convinced youāre a āregressionist.ā
Monetās eyebrows twitched.
Julian took this as a signal of affirmation and continued.
āTo the country ā¦no, to the extremist groups who are antagonistic to magical supremacy.ā
One of the largest domestic terrorist groups āregression terrorist group.
Julian says that Monet is one of them.
Regression means to return to the original state.
Their goal is to restore man to what he is.
A world where there is no discrimination based on magic and everyone is equal.
Regressionists are a group of criminals who threaten the state under the sweet pretense of equality.
āDo you have ā¦evidence?ā
āOf course there isā¦ But whatās the use of asking that, if I say itās black, itās black.ā
Julian is right, when House Alderath says is black, then itās black even if it is white.
Thatās how much power the dukes have.
Monet glared at Julian with the eyes of an abomination.
āThe Dog of Alderath.ā
She was aware that Julian was watching her.
Julian transferred from Waltz School to Central School during his junior year of middle school.
I would never change schools at this time of year unless I had to.
Besides, if you want to learn magic, the best choice is to go to Sanzar Academy.
Why did you come to Central School?
āYou came to Central School to get me? Thatās an enthusiastic approach.ā
āWell, ā¦youāre not the only one.ā
āā¦So what are you going to do, restrain me with your signature Yin magic?ā
āAs much as I would love toā¦ā
Julian looked at Owen, slurring his words.
Owen was silent the whole time, breathing roughly, as if he had no energy left to speak.
Itās no wonder he was torn to shreds by Monet.
āIf we donāt help him, heāll die, wonāt he?ā
Monet said, turning to look at Owen.
āIf I leave him here to die, Natalie will hate me, and Iād rather not have that.ā
Letās see what happens if we make a move to get Monet here.
He might be able to get her.
Because in the previous fight, Julian was able to defeat Monet without difficulty.
I doubt that Monet was serious at the time, but even including that, Julian is probably stronger.
But if he takes up too much time here, ā¦Owen might die.
Julian recognized Owenās ability in no small measure.
Thatās why Julian didnāt expect for him to be beaten so badly by Monet.
That naive thinking has paid off to this day.
āI canāt help it. Iāll let it slide.ā
To catch Monet and to save Owen.
Weighing them up, he concluded that the latter was more important.
āThatās a wise choice.ā
Monet took one last look at Owen and turned on her heel.
Then she tries to run out of the forest using her physical enhancements.
āMo ā¦net! Donāt goā¦!ā
She could hear Owen shouting with the last of his strength.
Monet suppressed the urge to turn around and started running.
Why would he want to be so involved with her?
Please donāt put those flimsy words in my mouth.
What can a mere student do?
Iām disgusted by the heroic antics of a child who knows nothing.
When Monet asked for help, no one was there to help her.
And now youāre holding me back?
She had already fallen into the darkness herself.
A deep darkness with no bottom in sight.
Thereās no turning back for her.
As a result of her actions, sheās here now.
It was Monet who wanted the status quo.
So sheās not going to go backwards.
If the destination is an even deeper darkness, letās fall as far as we can.
A crow cawing flew around Monet.
Then the crow perched on Monetās shoulder and stared at her face.
Monet turned her gaze to the crow.
Monet opened her mouth as if to tell something beyond the crowās eyes.
Perhaps understanding Monetās words, the crow flew away from her shoulder.
Then, after the crow was out of sight, Monet exhaled.
The moment she became aware of this, she suddenly felt like tears were about to spill over.
She bit her lip gingerly and suppressed her sentimental feelings.
You donāt deserve to cry to yourself.
The memories were all lies.
So even this moment is a lie.
Then you should be able to hope.
The murmur of the girl disappeared into the silent forest.