Carat and Axion exchanged glances subtly, and shook their sand-covered buttocks and said, "Let's follow along."
"No, no. I have to call an adult!" Axion knew very well that they were still children. In this situation, the children had to call the adults instead of stepping forward.
"Can I go to Mel?" Carat nodded, took Axion's hand, and teleported to Meldenik's stationery store. Axion's eyes sparkled, and he was truly amazed by Carat's magical abilities.
However, the children's thoughts were wrong. At that moment, Meldenik was not in the stationery store. Axion stomped his feet as he looked at the locked stationery store.
"Why isn't Mel here?"
"That's right. Hmm…" Carat, who was watching the unstable Axion, leaned his back against the fence and said, "What is it?"
"No, you shouldn't be so anxious. There is a possibility that it will just be an interview. Is that all?"
Of course, Axion may be right. However, Carat shook her head, lowered his voice like a detective, and pretended to lift his missing glasses. "The professor of literature in charge is a little-known but faithful apostle of God."
"Apostle of God…?"
"That's right." The fundamental reason why Carat, an outstanding Mage Tower mage, entered the academy in the first place was to investigate the case of the kidnapping of aristocratic children. Therefore, Carat was well aware of the information of the academy's insiders. He needed to know about the people at the academy so that he could know who was related to the kidnappers.
"If you are a faithful apostle of God, you must have bad feelings for Mel."
"But Mirisa is Duke Hesmann's younger sister, isn't she? No way."
"It is also secretly known that Mirisa is close to Mel."
Mirisa would openly dismiss her brother as a dirty adulterer. But at this point, the professor, who was an apostle of God, had a private meeting with Mirisa. It was very suspicious. Carat was troubled, messing around with his hair.
Axion, who was looking at Carat, pursed his lips and asked, "What now?"
"Look at this." Carat pretended to be a detective and whispered quietly, pointing to the floor. "These are the footprints that go out from inside the stationery store. The foot size is neither a child nor an adult man; it's just Mel's footprints."
Carat, who was lying face down and skimming through the grass in the garden, began to show off his skills in catching the kidnapper of an aristocratic child without regret. "Looking at the viscosity of the soil on the floor, it was not long ago that Mel left."
Carat, who was reviewing the grass swept in the garden one by one, spread his shoulders as if spreading his wings. "Mel doesn't close the stationery store at this time unless it's a very urgent matter."
"That's right." Carat turned his gaze. The muddy footprints in the stationery store garden were very faintly towards the academy. Mel had walked step by step from the stationery store. Carat's eyes widened and he clenched his sleeve tightly.
"Then let's go back too. Mel may have prepared something." The two looked around and looked for something that could be a weapon and held it in their hands.
I don't feel like I'm interpreting it too much, but I don't know. Mel always told me to look around!
Meanwhile, Mirisa followed the professor in charge and slipped into the interview room. The professor who helped Mirisa with her class life was a timid and quiet professor of literature. He was often overly faithful, and except for fasting and praying during lunchtime, he was said to be a very good person.
"Sit down." Mirisa sat down in the seat pointed to by the professor with a warm face. The professor who was watching her handed her a teacup and said, "Baby, let's have a conversation before we consult. Let's start with this. I made a cup of coffee for you."
Her graceful fingertips pointed towards the teacup. There was a strange sense of incongruity in his hoarse voice. Mirisa tilted her head in confusion.
"Yes?"
The professor doesn't call me a baby…
The word "baby" felt a little unfamiliar. Mirisa gulped her saliva and looked at the professor. The professor's attitude was different from usual. And her older sister had told her not to eat what strangers gave her.
I even told everyone to be vigilant.
Mirisa blinked a few times and spoke to the professor. "Sir… What is this?"
"Coffee. It will be very good for you." The professor winked at Mirisa as if asking her to drink coffee, then caressed the flowers in the small vase on the table and smiled. Perhaps it was the scent of flowers, but a faint scent began to linger on the tip of Mirisa's nose. Then she heard a small tinnitus in Mirisa's ear.
Mirisa was about to put her hand on the teacup inadvertently, but paused for a moment. The girl frowned. Mirisa stiffened as she remembered what her sister had said before leaving the stationery store that day.
"I've added a little special feature to the notification box. If you are in danger, you will hear tinnitus in your ears."
Mirisa bit her lip tightly. My sister was a genius and never lied. So, she didn't know exactly now, but it seemed to be a dangerous situation. So, was this scent spreading at the tip of the nose the cause of the problem?
I have to run away.
She could still keep her mind, but she didn't know how long she would be able to hold on. Mirisa tried to jump up and then slammed her hips down. The professor's cold gaze was on Mirisa.
"Baby? You have to follow me."
What if she stood up now? Maybe he would force Mirisa to drink that strange coffee. In a dilemma, Mirisa bit her lip and opened her mouth with difficulty.
"…Oh, yes, I'll listen carefully."
What should she do?
"But… I don't drink coffee very much."
Then the professor's face distorted and then unfolded again. "No. This coffee can cleanse you of immorality." The professor spoke briefly as if forced.
"Immorality…?" Mirisa shook her head in a voice mixed with fear.
"But I can't drink coffee."
The professor looked down at Mirisa with a daunting gaze. "No. Drink. Come on!"
She felt an instinctive sense of crisis that she couldn't refuse anymore. Mirisa reached out her trembling hand and grabbed the teacup.
What the hell is this…
The moment Mirisa picked up a teacup and mumbled, she heard a thud from the hallway, and then she heard a sharp knock.
"Professor!"
Carat and Axion opened the door and entered. The professor said to himself in a soft voice, "I'm sure I left the door closed… What should I do?"
"Was it open?"
The professor looked at Carat and Axion with a face full of anger, and soon became a look of disappointment. Then he smiled broadly as if a flower had bloomed. "Yes. You guys are here. Come in. Carat, Axion."
The professor's mouth, which was standing in front of the three children, rose unnaturally and endlessly. Carat's eyes widened. A person's mouth cannot be stretched apart for such a long time. No matter how tearful you laugh, your mouth can't surpass the clown in front of you.
Carat blinked and looked at the professor again.
Because I hid my weapon. If necessary.
Carat's gaze, filled with excitement and tension, went down. Whether he knew this fact or not, the professor whispered in a nonchalant voice, "Come on, come on. Sit down."
Carat and Axion sat in a row across from the professor. And at that moment, Carat looked. No one here noticed. The inner wall near the slightly open window, a strange shadow seemed empty. It was clear that there was nothing, but it was a strange feeling. It seemed that something like an invisible man was close to the wall of the interview room.
What the hell is that?
When Carat couldn't take his eyes off, the professor scolded, "Where are you looking, baby?"
Carat struggled to look away from the window and then looked at the professor. "Oh, nothing!"
The professor's strangely split eyes rolled towards the wall. He could see him looking around. Carat felt it instinctively. Now was the time to turn his attention.
"Hey, what is this?"
At that moment, the professor's head spun and turned forward again. "Coffee. Let the three of you share it." The professor hummed. It seemed like a chant. "After you finish drinking, you'll be happy too, very much."
At that moment, something transparent began to creep in from the wall.
Whoosh!
Eventually, with a strange roar, the professor's face flashed and turned away.
What's going on?
The children's eyes widened. Something transparent snatched off his hand and kicked the man who was lying on the floor once more.
"What, why doesn't this invisibility magic work?" It was Meldenik's voice.
"It will be released soon." This was Isaac's voice.
But the children couldn't see either of them. Surprised, Axion's desperate voice echoed in his ears.
"Did you two… become ghosts?"
"Uh, is your sister dead?"
Carat cast a short slap from the side. "No, she said invisibility magic."
As if a finger was spinning in front of her eyes, Mirisa touched her head. At that moment, Meldenik, who had released the invisibility spell, grabbed Mirisa's arm tightly. Then she looked at the professor who was lying on the ground and covering his mouth.
"Guys. Catch that bastard for now."