Little John's fear was no act. He was truly terrified, because he had already sensed a dreadful power slowly gathering inside the office. Though it had yet to take tangible form, it was undoubtedly happening.
He had only meant to play a joke on Kallen, one he thought was very amusing;
it was like a child raising a water pistol during a game and squirting someone's clothes. He had been laughing happily, but the problem was that the other person had raised a real gun at him the very next moment.
The pitch-black muzzle was already pressed against his forehead.
Although he had displayed a maturity beyond his years in their earlier conversation, even among actual adults, how many could remain calm when faced with such a direct threat of death?
His powerful perception gave him an extremely clear forewarning. Instinctively, he knelt before Kallen and raised both hands.
"Dr. Kallen, I was wrong. I repent. I was really wrong. Please, please, please!"
He was every bit as panicked now as he had been arrogant before;
there was not a shred of "restraint" left, only the instinct to survive.
In fact,
the invocation Kallen was silently reciting was "Spear of Discipline."
At his current stage, it was the only offensive Spell Art Kallen knew. It could be hurled into the distance to cause an explosion.
Of course, an explosion was only one of its destructive effects. In any case, even after the servants at Allen Manor had filled in the area where Kallen had practiced the "Spear of Discipline" and laid fresh turf over it, that patch of ground remained unsuitable for vegetation.
It was only because Kallen held such a high position at Allen Manor that the Allen Family tolerated and tacitly accepted a "bald patch" in their evergreen