The door to the study slowly creaked open.
A cool breeze swept through, carrying away the remaining burnt smell in the room.
The hung cloth curtain at the window fluttered faintly.
'Creak,' the door was shut again, leaving a ripple of unease outside.
The old servant, Constantin, cradling a delicate silver tea set, slowly entered the study.
After serving two guests a piping hot sweet tea, he finally could not resist sniffling a bit.
"Master," he said, looking at the doctor with a puzzled look, but refrained from speaking further.
"It's alright," Doctor Du Zemu reassured him, gesturing that he could step back.
The old servant hesitated for a moment, respectfully made a farewell gesture, and then withdrew.
The young Red Robe Wizards were still immersed in the shock brought by the flame just now.
A bug that, for survival, can metamorphose into a dried husk and endure great hardships, only to be consumed in a sea of fire on their day of resurrection.
