The morning had arrived, and the academy and its students returned to normal. The aspiring mages studied in their classes. It has been a few days since the incident, when the Heralds were attacked, fought again, and faced an overwhelming defeat.
"I am assuming you no longer need my help," Killian said, standing in front of the principal's desk.
Elen nodded. She was sitting on her chair. "Fortunately, all the things they needed from this academy have been acquired or have already lost their value." She raised her hands, stretching. "You can go do your own things now. With that said, what are you planning to do next?"
Killian furrowed his eyebrows. "Aren't you forgetting something, my dear master?"
Elen tilted her head with a mischievous smile on her face. She put her index finger on her chest. "Oh! I almost forgot; Sixtynine took Isala's Grimoire."
