The Gradual Collapse of Saint Mourning Hughie Fal

Imps, greater demons, Flesh Aberrations—those things had practically turned Hughie Fal into a second Abyss Border.

That was a scandal, and even more so, a disaster!"

Hearing his companion say that,

another man with a heavy British accent could not help but ask:

"Did the headmaster who inherited the Hughie Fal name not make any preparations?"

"I heard that the vice headmaster ambushed him before the disaster broke out.

He was now on the verge of death.

If Gate of All - Aric Joyce Academy had not forcibly opened a gate, rescued him, and brought him into Quiet Forest Language, that man would probably have become a blood sacrifice by now."

"WTF???

You mean he's on our side now?"

"Yes, he's currently lying in some Maple Tree Cabin Synthesis Healing Room within Quiet Forest Language.

Saint Mourning Hughie Fal is completely finished!

After this battle,

even if we can reclaim that place,

the Seven Great Academies that Lorenz Riel has had since the eleventh century will most likely be reduced to Six Academies."

"Then it really is over.

We are not going to get conscripted as cannon fodder too, are we? At this point, it would take at least a Tier 5 Great Sage to handle this."

Upon hearing this news,

at that moment,

even Klosan froze.

"Hughie Fal, one of Lorenz Riel's Seven Great Academies, was nearly destroyed by the abyss?

Am I dreaming?"

Immediately afterward,

a trace of coldness surfaced in her eyes:

"Saint Mourning Hughie Fal,

there are things buried there beyond imagination.

But even if Saint Mourning's vice headmaster was a traitor and the headmaster was severely wounded, that old man Constance could not possibly do nothing.

Could it be

that everything truly had to rest on Rhine Mr.?

That is unfair! He owes no one