Wizard: I brought the wrong system...

Chapter 181 Both Sides of the Balance

As can be seen from the academy's regulations, there is no concept of the death penalty in the Jungle House.

For example, if an apprentice accidentally kills someone, the academy will only throw him into a dangerous and eerie space.

But Yaro never imagined that Alice, his mentor, would commit such a cruel act.

It was just a casual remark: "Accept your punishment, come back and continue."

Yaro wanted to deny this possibility.

But... in the Eagle Kingdom of my past life, how many wealthy people were known to have committed murder without being convicted?

What about in the shadows?

If ordinary people can do this with the help of capital, shouldn't this be even more common in a world where there is already a strong military force?

This is so reasonable, yet so unreasonable and contrary to our conscience!

Yaro's anger and murderous intent grew stronger, and his breathing became increasingly heavy, almost disrupting the knight's breathing rhythm.

"daughter?"

Yaro didn't know Alice's purpose before, but he could roughly guess some of it from her words.

"If you can do something like this for your own daughter, have you ever thought about the thousands upon thousands of students who are also someone else's children!"

Yaro's voice was icy cold: "By doing this, you are spreading your own suffering to thousands upon thousands of families, causing countless parents to endure the same pain as you!"

After leaving the space, Yaro never thought he could stop Alice with words.

Because you can tell from the clothing and appearance of those faceless people and lost souls.

Those... were once living, breathing people!

They possessed such a large number of Faceless Men without being detected by Bosco.

Alice's actions were incredibly secretive, her planning was long-lasting, and her will was unwavering... one can only imagine!

However, Yaro needed time to digest the medicine to heal his injuries, time to recover his strength using breathing techniques, and time to outline the structure of the magic spell.

Even though his initial motivation wasn't solely to accuse, as he spoke, the anger in Aro's heart was stirred up, and he grew angrier with each word.

"Think about your past!"

"And you, you are repeating the same tragedy!"

"Didn't you feel even the slightest hesitation or guilt in doing something like this?"

As Yaro pointed, Alice listened silently, a hint of mockery gradually creeping onto her face. When Yaro paused, she finally spoke, asking with a cold laugh, "Finished?"

As for Alice, since defeat was already certain, she was unwilling to fight the unknown Yaro any further. If talking could buy her some time, it might not be such a bad thing.

"You're saying I'm creating the same tragedy? Then do you know what happened to me?"

"These apprentices died without any ties, without anyone knowing. How could their parents possibly endure the kind of pain I'm going through?"

Seeing that Alice had no intention of making a move, Yaro took the time to adjust his breathing, not listening to what she was saying at all, and just thinking she was talking nonsense.

Alice stood on her flaming greatsword, remaining vigilant towards Yaro, but her thoughts were preoccupied with responding.

……

The elder wizard frowned: "Alice! Make a decision quickly! Which one should we save? They've already merged most of their bodies; we can only barely save one!"

On the table are two children whose bodies are half-fused together, looking like conjoined twins. However, the two children are not the same age. The slightly older one is a six-year-old sister, while the other one is her two-year-old brother.

Yes, they are not actually conjoined twins, but rather siblings who are being mysteriously influenced and are merging together.

The little boy looked around blankly and stretched out his hands to his mother: "Mommy, I'm scared..."

The little girl bit her lip tightly, tears streaming down her face.

The young woman, witnessing this, felt as if her heart was being torn apart. She knelt on the ground, weeping uncontrollably, "Please, please save them all! Please!"

The woman crawled forward on her knees, clinging to the wizard's leg, and stammered, "No... if it's no good, then put this thing... put this... thing on me... yes, let me bear it!"

"Let me bear all of this; please stop tormenting my poor child!"

"Let go!" The elder wizard kicked them away, coldly rebuking them. "The eeriness has already merged into their bodies, becoming one with them. Now, only one of them can bear the eeriness!"

"If you continue to delay, both of them will be devoured and absorbed by the monster, and neither of them will survive!"

"Make a decision quickly!"

The elder wizard's words were like sharp arrows, piercing the woman's heart.

Her vision blurred, and tears had filled her eyes without her realizing it.

Her lips trembled, her heart bled!

But... she couldn't say anything!

How is she supposed to choose?!

"Hurry up! Can't you see they're still merging?" the older wizard urged anxiously.

He meant well; he couldn't bear to see such a scene!

But... if we don't make a choice soon, there really won't be any chance to save them!

The older shaman's repeated urging only made the woman more flustered and at a loss.

"I... Waaah... I... Waaah..."

The conflicted voice mingled with sobs, and for a long time... no decision was made.

"I...I don't know..." The woman sat helplessly on the ground, crying her heart out. "How am I supposed to choose...how am I supposed to choose?!"

With all her might, she kowtowed repeatedly to the elderly wizard, pleading, "Please, save them both!"

boom,

boom,

boom--!

Blood mingled with tears.

"Alas!" The elder wizard sighed deeply, turning his head away with unbearable sorrow. "Really... only one can be saved..."

The woman just stood there, kneeling and kowtowing, repeating over and over, "Save them both...save them both...save them..."

"Mother……"

A weak, soft voice rang out: "Save my brother."

"Amy!" The woman turned her head in disbelief, her already wounded heart suffering another blow.

The little girl forced a smile across her pained face: "My brother... is going to inherit... the title. If my brother dies... Father will... be unhappy."

"My daughter!"

The woman's knees dragged her along as she grabbed the little girl's head and cried out in heart-wrenching sobs, "Why are you always so pitiful!"

"Your younger brother loves pastries, so give them to him... Your younger brother likes toys, so give them to him too..."

"But now... this is fate!"

"My poor daughter!"

"Why are you always so kind? Why are you always so pitiful!"

Tears streamed down the little girl's face.

She lay contentedly in her mother's arms with a smile, murmuring softly:

"Because I love you, my mother..."

"Mother, if there is a next life... cough cough... I still want to be your daughter..."

"Mother, please don't beg anymore. The way you beg...it hurts me to see you like this..."

(End of this chapter)