"So you're Lady Douglas's student? The creature from the Otherworld?"
Leonard's voice wasn't loud, yet it dripped with condescension.
Murphy's gaze rested on Leonard's face for a moment.
He had been in Cheris's room for nine days.
In those nine days, no one had disturbed him.
He had been completely immersed in the simulations of his Mind Furnace, oblivious to the outside world.
He hadn't expected to run low on Dimensional Energy.
What he expected even less was for someone to come knocking at this critical juncture.
And the moment he opened the door, this was the tone that greeted him.
Murphy's gaze swept over the three people outside the door.
At the forefront was a middle-aged man in a gray uniform, his face etched with unconcealed arrogance.
Behind him was a young man in a deep purple Magic Robe. He carried himself with a noble air and was sizing Murphy up with a look of playful curiosity.
