All-around teacher at the magic academy

Rhine stood not far away, his gaze calm as he quietly observed Mond's struggle.

There was no hostility or sympathy in his eyes, as if he were observing a completely unrelated person.

After a moment, he looked away and looked down at his hands.

He slowly clenched and unclenched his fist, as if experiencing the sensation in his palm, and simply moved his fingers, seemingly still feeling a bit of novelty about this body.

Then, Rhine raised his head again and looked at Mond in front of him.

At this moment, Mond was still frantically trying to construct magic, his face filled with confusion and bewilderment.

Rhine's gaze was fixed on Mond. His movements were simple yet powerful. He simply raised his palm, and a vibrant, beating heart suddenly appeared in his hand.

With each heartbeat, it seemed to be drawing life force from Mondl.

Mond was still immersed in fear and confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening before his eyes.

Suddenly, his body was wracked with intense pain, a pain that spread rapidly throughout his body like an electric current.

He subconsciously reached out to touch his chest, where there was an emptiness, as if a part of his body had been forcibly taken away.

He raised his head, his gaze unfocused as he looked at the heart in Rhine's hand—his own heart, beating in Rhine's grasp.

His eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment, and his lips trembled slightly as if he wanted to say something.

"when…"

However, the words were barely out of their mouth when the sound abruptly stopped.

Then, Mond felt a dizzying sensation, his body felt light, and he felt himself flying.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Rhine's calm yet curious face. He was very close to him, close enough to see himself reflected in Rhine's pupils.

Mond couldn't understand why the other person had suddenly gotten so close; his mind became muddled at that moment.

Then, after another spin, his perspective changed, and he saw his own body lying on the ground, blood gushing from his neck, his headless corpse still twitching.

Mond finally understood why he had the illusion of flying and why Rhine's face was so close to him.

His eyes were wide open, filled with fear and resentment. He wanted to struggle, to escape the man's grasp, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not break free from the invisible force binding him. Only his consciousness was still struggling stubbornly.

However, as time went by, Mond felt increasingly tired, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier, as if they weighed a ton.

After one last struggle, his eyes finally closed and never opened again. His consciousness gradually faded until he finally returned to darkness.

Rhine, on the other hand, wore an indifferent expression. He played with the heart he had taken from Mond's chest with one hand, while holding Mond's head with the other.

He examined the two objects with curiosity, seemingly studying their structure.

After a moment, he seemed to lose interest and casually threw the heart and head on the ground.

Rhine looked around and spotted another body lying on the ground. He was about to go over to check on it when suddenly his body went limp, he lost his balance, and fell to the ground.

As he collapsed, his body stopped moving, like a machine that had lost its power, lying there quietly, surrounded by deathly silence.

........

The clouds in the sky gradually thickened, the sunlight was gradually blocked, and the clear weather gradually turned gloomy.

A breeze began to blow more frequently, carrying a slight chill, across this land where battles had once taken place.

The roadside flowers, those that haven't been damaged, are swaying gently in the wind, as if preparing for the coming storm.

Suddenly, a raindrop broke the tranquility, hitting a petal, sliding down, and dripping into the soil.

Then, more raindrops followed, and large swaths of rain began to fall.

The flowers, which were originally swaying gently in the wind, are now drooping under the raindrops, unable to maintain their proud posture.

Rhine felt something gently tapping his face; it was a long-lost sensation.

He slowly opened his eyes, looking at the raindrops falling from the sky, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

He didn't know if this was a scene after death or another time travel.

The confusion lasted only a moment before Rhine suddenly sat up.

His hands quickly reached for his chest, feeling the fullness and warmth of his body.

He examined his right arm and found it to be completely intact, without any signs of injury.

Rhine was filled with doubt. He began to wonder if all of this was just a hallucination in his dream.

He turned his head and looked around. Under the gloomy sky, all around was silent, with no trace of anyone, only a desolate scene in his eyes.

This deepened his confusion. He couldn't understand the current situation; according to his previous logic, he should have been dead by now.

Suddenly, he remembered Arthur. He hurriedly turned around to look for him, and finally saw Arthur lying quietly not far behind him.

Rhine ran over quickly, and when he could finally see Arthur's face and his already cold body clearly, his heart sank again, and he sat down dejectedly.

It's all true; Arthur is indeed dead, but he himself is still alive.

This fact was unacceptable to Rhine; he couldn't understand how he had survived.

Was it during that battle that the other party suddenly took pity on him, spared him, and then healed him with some mysterious power?

The rain relentlessly lashed at Rhine's body, the icy droplets seeming to remind him how cruel reality could be.

He slowly shifted his gaze from Arthur's corpse to the front, where a head lay rolled on the ground.

Rhine stood up and walked heavily in that direction, raindrops splashing at his feet.

He walked to the head, bent down, turned the head over so that it was face down, and saw that familiar face.

That was Mond's head, the one who had once tried to take his life.

Rhine looked at the head and gave a bitter laugh, his laughter filled with helplessness and sorrow. He knelt helplessly on the ground, letting the rain soak his body.

He tilted his head back and laughed loudly at the sky, his laughter echoing across the empty battlefield.

He didn't know if he was laughing because he had survived, or because he had finally avenged Arthur.

However, he did not feel relieved by this; on the contrary, he felt extremely uncomfortable, a pain that was more profound than any physical injury.

As he laughed, Rhine's voice gradually became hoarse, and raindrops fell on his face, mingling with his tears as they slid down his cheeks.

He couldn't distinguish between tears and rain, but he knew that his world had been completely changed.

He had no family, no home, and no Arthur.

.......

(End of Volume 2)

That's it. Originally, this was supposed to be the first half of Volume Two.

But let's start a separate volume, otherwise it will be too long.

Arthur's death was predetermined from the beginning. Originally, I might have written a lot about it, but I omitted it to meet the deadline.

Leon should wake up; he's been asleep for dozens of chapters.

Thank you to everyone who read this far, I'm a little embarrassed.