Director Aaron waved a dismissive hand.
"The house is part of my academy. So stop wasting your breath and leave."
However, his words failed to convince the pompous nobles standing before him.
"This is blasphemous!" Elder Rutherford thundered. "I strongly urge you to reverse this decision, or we—the noble families—will begin a strike against the academy!"
The others behind him echoed in agreement, their faces twisted with pride and indignation.
"Blasphemous?" Aaron sneered. "Are you kidding me? This is not your home!"
"You'll regret this moment!" Rutherford barked back.
"I said—leave!" Aaron's voice boomed, and a powerful law burst erupted from his body, sweeping across the air like a shock-wave.
The nobles were sent flying, crashing into the ground as a storm of dust rose from the impact.
Nearby second- and third-year students, who were stationed as guards, rushed forward. Without hesitation, they grabbed the groaning nobles and tossed them out through the village gate.
