The next morning.
A team of Deep Sea Wizards with a special mission set out from the Academy and arrived at the territory of Dickler Fagen, using the Academy's magic car.
The team had no intention of meeting with Dickler Fagen. After handing over the magic pouch and letter to the new housekeeper in the visitor's area, they left on the magic car.
After the magic pouch and letter had been magically detected and confirmed to be free of any danger, they were brought by the new housekeeper of the visitor's area to Dickler Fagen's living area and finally ended up on the young master Fagen's desk.
Dickler Fagen's complexion was grayish and twisted, his eyes brimming with murderous intent and resentment.
He reached out with his right hand and gripped the magic pouch tightly.
The soft fabric deformed in his hand.
Through the fabric, he could vaguely feel the contents of the pouch - four metal boxes and a pile of miscellaneous items.
"Dead... dead... Festa... dead..."
