The witch tower was dark.

The magical tools for confinement were shattered along with the magic stones, and the carefully prepared barriers by the tower master were erased due to someone’s foolish mistake.

What a foolish mistake.

If there were a head.

There were traces of mistakes that someone, called thought, would not have made, scattered on the floor.

Under the flickering light, Heinri, the top student of the Tower of Martab with long white beard, stood with a grim face.

Erasing his kind smile, Heinri looked down at the corner of the room …