Chapter 37: Aftermath
After observing them for a few seconds, the man cast another spell—a disc of light appeared under his legs, which steadily lifted him into the air.
In this way the middle-aged man flew all the way to their place in a few moments, his face still expressionless.
Something about the way he carried himself unsettled the students, in a different way compared to when they faced the demon, but similar in some places.
Richard, with a tense face, greeted the mage, "Hello, we are the group from the Ailanthus academy; we got caught up in the attack."
At this moment the man showed his palm, signaling him to stop talking. "I know." His voice was cold and lifeless.
Having interrupted Richard, the mage slowly turned his eyes towards Cyril. "Come home in three days."
His business here finished, he swiftly flew away somewhere else.
All of the eyes now gathered on Cyril, curious about who that man just now was.
Cyril breathed in and said in a calm voice, "That was my father... He works at the tower."
Seeing how the other two students were still curious and Cyril was refusing to say more, Richard decided to chime in, "Arthur Felling, a retired knight. He looked quite different from how I imagined him."
With the conflict behind them, their professor returned to his usual relaxed state. There was even a slight smile on his face now.