Villainous Instructor at the Academy

The clearing was dead silent.

Class C stood beside me, weapons drawn, eyes hardened with resolve.

"We’ve got your back, Professor."

I wanted to believe them. I really did.

But they had no idea what they were about to face.

Kellan wasn’t some second-rate opponent.

He was an instructor.

And in this world, the gap between a student and an instructor...

It was like comparing a flame to a wildfire.

"Julien," I murmured, my voice low but firm. "Fall back."

"We can handle—"