Mobile Disaster of Destruction

Banville felt as though a fishbone were stuck in his throat, a surge of displeasure swelling within him.

It was not hatred toward Leo.

It was helplessness toward the environment he was trapped in.

In Banville's mind, a voice began stirring up his emotions once more.

"You are not wrong.

"The ones in the wrong are not you, but Leo, Plaisey, and those fence-sitting Wizards.

"Kill them. Use your powerful spells to kill them."

Hatred flashed through Banville's eyes again.

Plaisey's voice rang out just in time. "Banville."

Those words abruptly jolted Banville awake.

Banville opened his mouth, and tears suddenly streamed from his eyes.

Watching from the side, Leo was technically the victim this time, yet seeing Banville in such a miserable state,

his wariness toward Formal Wizards could not help but deepen.

Banville himself certainly bore some responsibility for his current state, but those Formal Wizards' spells bore far more.

A spell casually cast on a whim had reduced a Second-Rank Wizard Apprentice to such a state.

Such methods were far more sinister than simply killing someone outright.

After Banville regained his composure, he immediately asked, "Wizard Plaisey, how long can your suppression of this spell last?"

Banville's face was filled with unease.

After hearing this, Plaisey pondered for a moment before saying, "It should last for three years. But during that time, you cannot become angry. The moment you do, this spell will seize the opening and worm its way in."

"You must remain calm, objective, and indifferent to the attitudes of those around you. You cannot have the slightest major emotional fluctuation, or you will easily lose control... Though this is difficult, you must do it."

Plaisey's words sent chills down the spines of all the Wizard Apprentices present.

What Plaisey described was exceedingly difficult to