It's been a week since Lucan got to know Professor Vercelli. He had shown his ability and enough experience that Professor Vercelli trusted him. He also talked about the map piece, and luckily, Professor Vercelli didn't know what this map was or what it could be used for.
As such, it would be easy to get the map.
Lucan stood before Professor Vercelli's office, a modest yet imposing room at the far end of the academy's most secluded wing. Lucan took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. He had prepared meticulously for this moment.
The door creaked as he pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room cluttered with ancient tomes, peculiar artifacts, and various magical apparatuses, each emitting a faint glow. At the center of this organized chaos sat Professor Vercelli.
"Ah, Lucan," the professor greeted, his voice gravelly yet sharp, "I've been expecting you."
Lucan inclined his head respectfully. "Professor Vercelli, thank you for seeing me."
