Facing the Pressure of a Formal Wizard

Tuo Li's and Brock's expressions changed instantly.

Brock's face contorted as he shouted, "Instructor, you're trying to control my emotions?!"

Tuo Li said nothing, but his face was just as twisted.

Terrifying Magical Pressure surged from them both.

Even the Wizard Apprentices aboard the ship, who weren't facing that pressure directly, felt the strength drain from their bodies.

Tuo Li's face twisted further.

Brock and Tuo Li seemed to be resisting the Instructor's spell.

But moments later, both their eyes turned bloodred.

At that moment, something deep inside them broke.

Brock stared at Banville with bloodred eyes. "Banville, come here."

Banville heard him, but he didn't dare approach.

He sensed an intense killing intent from his own father.

Impatience flashed through Brock's crimson eyes. "Banville, you're the experimental subject I crafted so carefully. Come here."

"Everything you've become was part of my meticulous design."

"When you become a Formal Wizard, my research will finally bear fruit."

"Now I'm going to die. You have no reason to live, either."

"I won't let you become someone else's experimental product!"

"You're a test subject born for me!"

"Banville, come here. I'm going to kill you."

Banville stared blankly at first, then said, "You're not my father. You're just a puppet someone else is controlling."

But there was little conviction in Banville's eyes.

Then the Instructor's voice rang out.

"Young Wizard, I think you've misunderstood."

"My spell only broke down their rational restraint, making them more inclined to act on their feelings. In other words, everything they say and do comes from their true selves. Their reason simply kept those impulses in check before. I've removed their inhibitions, not twisted their minds."

Banville's already shaky belief crumbled. He clutched his head, disbelief on his face. "That's impossible. How could Father want to kill me?"