Alan snapped impatiently, "Be careful? How exactly am I supposed to do that? Sleep with my eyes open every night?"
He folded his arms and sneered, "And another thing—they sent assassins to kill me. They failed and got killed instead. Isn't that perfectly natural?"
"So now, because I killed the assassins sent to kill me, these Dark Mages are holding a grudge and want to send more? What kind of bullshit logic is that? They can try to kill me, but I can't kill them? Is that it?"
He finished speaking and swept his eyes across the battlefield.
In the distance, several attackers who hadn't managed to escape were still scurrying about like rats caught in a flood.
Alan's gaze sharpened.
"Let's see how far this idiocy goes. No one's allowed to kill me, but anyone I want dead... won't live past today."
A fierce wind burst forth as Alan's body became a whirlwind, launching himself at the remaining enemies.
Francis and the rest of the Sirius Academy students quickly followed behind.
