The door of the Magic Laboratory slowly creaked open. The protective Magic Barriers on it had all been dispelled by the one opening it, and this person quietly made their way to stand behind Lynch.
"Teacher, why are you here so late?" Lynch sat cross-legged on the ground, staring blankly at the door leading to the room where the Devil was imprisoned. The sturdy, thick door was tightly bound with layers of silver refining rope. The Devil would be injured if it touched this metal, and this door was the only passage out of that room.
Master Caso stood silently behind Lynch, his hands tucked inside his sleeves. The young mage had not stepped out of this room for six consecutive months and had turned into a ragged mess. If it weren't for the burning, wise light in his eyes, anyone would have mistaken this disheveled figure for an ordinary beggar on the street.
