Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 576

?"Transgressions? Do you mean the pitiful way you all have been treating me since I arrived?"

The aged instructor froze. He could feel the anger in Atticus's voice. 'Is it too late?'

"I-I'm sorry,"

The forms of the other instructors and students alike bowed slightly deeper. They had assumed that Atticus was purely using connections to attend this sanctum, but now that they found out that it wasn't the case, many couldn't help but feel ashamed of themselves.

"You know, when I heard about the fire sanctum and the brave warriors that attempt to learn the ways of fire, I was looking forward to attending. However, this all shattered when I stepped into this place."

Atticus's voice was low and controlled, yet loud enough to be heard by all.

"Contrary to what you all think, I'm not angry about the way I was treated. I'm not angry about the hateful looks I was given, nor am I angry about how I was looked down upon,"

Atticus's voice suddenly changed, its tone becoming cold.

"Instead, I'm angry about something else. How dare you. How dare you all to think that my grandfather, our paragon, would stoop so low as to use his authority to break the rules and place me here if I hadn't deserved it."

The hearts of instructors and students alike trembled as a certain realization set in. He was right. Magnus had been the one to send Atticus here.

While it was true that their hate had been directed at Atticus, ultimately the one they had been accusing of such was Magnus, their frigid paragon!

"P-please forgive our ignorance!"

This time around, it was everyone in the area who screamed, some of their limbs trembling. The power of a paragon was absolute.

Atticus maintained his aura of calmness, his expression serious.

"I told you, I was never angry. I am not here to seek vengeance or to harbor grudges. I am here to learn, to train, and to honor the Ravenstein family always."

Hearing those words, the hearts of the people present couldn't help but grip. Not only were they being lectured by a 16-year-old, but to think he was so honorable! Those words didn't sound like the ramblings of a young boy; they sounded like those of a true warrior.

The aged instructor in charge of Atticus's group stood up from his bow, his expression having turned firm.

He walked closer to Atticus before abruptly stopping a few meters away. It was always the duty of the old generation to pave the way for the new generation. As he met Atticus' gaze, he could only see one thing: the future.

His right arm hit his chest hard before he sank to one knee. It took a second, but all of the other instructors joined along with some students.

No words were spoken, but at this point, words weren't needed. Actions spoke louder than words.

'Perfect. It wasn't as hard as I expected,' Atticus wasn't one who fancied talking too much. He had just given it a try and was glad it worked.

However, he made sure not to reflect the happiness in reality.

Atticus made sure to note the faces of the students who hadn't knelt down. It might be nothing, but it might come in useful in the future.