More than half an hour later.
Thomas, carrying a small wooden box, leisurely left his office, wearing a wide cloak with a mask resting on his forehead, ready to be pulled down at any moment.
The guards outside the office building immediately noticed his movements.
"Report from position two, Thomas has left his office with his spatial box." The short and chubby wizard sighed, stuffing his half-eaten hotdog back into his pocket, while the dog at his feet continued to chomp on its dinner without looking up.
"What about the target?"
"Report from position three, the target seems to have not left together and is still in Thomas's office..."
"Seems to?"
"...Wait, just received a message from Thomas—the target is still in the office. He thinks Thomas's office is very quiet, perfect for doing homework, so he plans to rest in the office tonight."
"The kid does have quite a lot of homework... Seventeen or eighteen classes a week, just thinking about it is despairing."
