Kassel Academy.
Inside the Valhalla conference room.
Headmaster Angers sat at the head of the table, with Vice Principal Flamel beside him.
Academy professors and Equipment Department researchers filled both sides of the long table.
The atmosphere in the conference room was somewhat grim, as though a massive boulder hung above everyone's heads, ready to fall at any moment.
"Noma judges this to be very likely a Dragon King's scheme. The deeply hidden note in the lower-right corner is its demonic contract. I propose that I sign this contract and sell my soul to the devil!"
Akadulla, head of the Equipment Department, slapped the table and rose to his feet, brimming with fervor and fearless self-sacrificing spirit.
Everyone present glanced at him. They all knew this guy had eighth-grader syndrome.
What sacrifice? His eighth-grader syndrome was obviously acting up. Everyone in the Equipment Department was like that.
Before a second Equipment Department member could stand up and compete with their director for first place.
Professor Schneider said in a low voice, "This sudden dialogue box is undoubtedly the work of a Dragon King."
"The Greenland Ice Sea tragedy from ten years ago is still vivid in our memories. The academy is the core of the Secret Party's dragon-slaying force. We cannot afford for any disaster to occur here."
Professor Schneider's position was clear: no experiments could be conducted within the academy.
"Yes, we cannot afford it. But Kassel Academy exists for this very moment."
Angers, seated at the head of the table, suddenly said calmly.
His silver-white hair was neatly combed back, and golden flecks that made everyone present shudder danced within his silver-gray eyes.
The Headmaster was so old that his skin was wrinkled like dead wood.
Yet at this moment, he resembled a lion awakening.
"I believe the