"Enough, stop wasting words on him."
The elderly man who looked to be around the same age as old Gayle spoke softly. "Gayle, you might not know this, but after we graduated, the previous headmaster left behind a will through his residual mana, formally severing all ties with Sirius Academy."
"In other words, the institution you now stand in is no longer Sirius Academy. It's just a product of your obstinacy. You've disgraced the name of Sirius. Naturally, don't expect a shred of help from us. I advise you to conduct yourself with dignity—stop your extreme actions and at least leave yourself and us a final ounce of decency."
"Decency?"
Old Gayle froze in place upon hearing those words.
A bitter smile gradually spread across his face.
As he expected—he couldn't protect anything. Not back then. Not now.
Perhaps this was his punishment.
