The black robe wearing a Disguise Mask did not satisfy Thomas's curiosity.
While carrying out Special Tactics Squad missions, he had grown used to remaining silent and minimizing the chance of mistakes. Normally, his spellbook would speak for him.
But today, facing one of the most outstanding former members of the Teaching Assistant Group, he finally spoke.
"Humanity's only lesson from history is that it has learned nothing from history." The voice beneath the Disguise Mask was mechanical and cold, yet it could barely conceal a faint trace of mockery. "--We already knew those stories long ago: the Gypsies, the Jews, the Skrulls. Betrayal seems to flow through their very bones. Yet the school always turns a blind eye, believing that every evil can be corrected."
Thomas's warmth and kindness faded from his face and eyes.
Most people at the school thought he was merely a German, unaware that he possessed a faint trace of alien blood. That blood came from the Skrulls, a race that had wandered throughout the universe after its homeworld was destroyed. In a sense, they did resemble the Gypsies and Jews of Earth.
He sighed softly.
He made no further futile attempts.
Opening his spellbook, he activated the Summoning Spell Formula engraved on its title page.
Rings of Flame-like Star Arrays bloomed before him. Dense Black Incantations surged up like swarms of insects from underground, clustering together with their ends connected and spreading outward. In an instant, they had submerged most of the purple Mandala Flower garden within the fence.
The Six-Gate Golden Lock Formation was an extremely powerful binding Magic Array. It could contain the wizards within it to the greatest extent possible, ensuring that any means of escape they possessed would fail.
But for that very reason, the Magic Array lacked sufficient offensive