Sibins sat in the Discipline Master's office for the first time in a long while. Heaps and heaps of files were piled before him. In the past, he would never have tolerated such a state of affairs, but now he no longer had the energy to concern himself with academy matters.
CLICK, CLACK... The man unconsciously capped and uncapped the pen in his hand, staring blankly at the door.
Sibins hadn't had a single good night's sleep since the attacks on the Imperial Palace and the Empire Parliament Building. To make matters worse, the assailants had brazenly used large-scale destructive Magic in the Empire's Capital.
'Magic! Magic! Damned Magic!'
For Sibins, a man who couldn't use Magic, to have single-handedly established the Empire Military Department's special forces defense agency was a testament to his extraordinary abilities. After a brutal secret operation, the then-Lieutenant Colonel Sibins had lost many comrades—the Mage who killed them never once treated them as equals.
