บท 320: The Fight For Principal (Part 1)

Taking a turn from the hallway, Raze had entered one of the large teaching rooms. There was the ascending stand of seats to his left, and on the right, a large empty canvas screen along with a desk in the corner.

It was nothing special; it looked the same as the other classrooms that Raze had been in today, but the feeling when he stepped in, the slight difference in smell, the slight orientation of the seats above, it was his classroom.

This was the classroom, and the academy, to which he had practically given his life to, having spent over 20 years teaching here.

"Learning magic back then set me free from my old life. It was thanks to magic that I was able to change my fate and get out of the slums that were said to be so impossible to escape," Raze reflected.

Back then, when he left, he never tried to look back at what had happened with his father. He never went back to that place again, leaving it all behind, and tried to live a life above.