–Frey Starlight's Pov–
"Professor Phoenix…"
The greatest prodigy of the previous generation now stood before me.
Phoenix stared silently at the scattered students of the third year around us.
Some were already dead.
Others had lost limbs—severed arms, half-bitten necks, spilled entrails lying next to torn-open bodies.
Those who survived… were mentally broken.
"How dismal…"
Phoenix wondered if his intervention had even been necessary.
As for me, I showed no reaction.
"Will this affect my exam?"
I asked what had been on my mind from the beginning.
He shook his head.
"It won't. It'll be considered part of the trial."
The teleportation magic resumed now that the Menses Nightmares were dead.
The bodies vanished, leaving only blood and filth behind.
Phoenix turned his glowing eyes back to me with a faint smile.
"Frey Starlight… that was a devilish plan you used against them."
Was he watching from the start?
I couldn't gauge his tone, so I responded cautiously.
