The disciples kept staring at the cadaver, their faces pale. No one dared to move or even breathe too loudly.
Finally, one of them gulped and raised his trembling hand.
"Master... isn't this kind of knowledge... demonic?"
Garion blinked for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.
"Demonic? What the hell are you talking about?"
The sudden laugh made everyone flinch, and a few even leaned back in their seats.
Garion wiped the corner of his eye and grinned.
"We're studying the human body, not raising the dead. This isn't dark magic... It's the anatomy of the human body."
He pointed at the corpse with the back of his knife.
"We're using the dead, not the living. How is that demonic?"
The room went silent.
The disciples exchanged nervous glances, unsure what to say.
Garion folded his arms and looked around the hall.
"Now, tell me, all of you... What's the difference between demonic and righteous?"
The group hesitated. Then one brave disciple stood up slowly.
