Chapter 60: Justice
"Good job, Morpho! That was a well-executed attack," Rhamn praised the butterfly.
Morpho, sitting on Cyril's shoulder, twitched her antennae in a proud manner.
Cyril wordlessly nodded to show his support as well, which slightly confused Myra nearby.
The two students were sitting on a couch in the mansion.
The knocked-out hooligans were carried away to a different room to free up some space.
Cyril was already holding the documents Alvin needed; they were on Joey's body.
Out of curiosity, Cyril took a quick peek inside.
It was a research paper on something called illusion magic—spells capable of creating things that weren't truly there.
While it was impressive enough, Cyril and Myra were confused; why would a healer near the slum keep such things? And why were they important?
Currently they were waiting for Joey to wake up. Myra wanted to clear up the misunderstanding between them.
While waiting, Cyril was talking with Rhamn and playing with Tigris in a relaxed manner.