Balzac and Lonard stepped through the massive wooden doors and entered the Grandmaster's office. The old man sat behind his cracked crystal desk and aggressively rubbed his temples.
The sheer amount of stress radiating from the academy leader instantly put a wide, genuinely happy grin on Balzac's face.
"What's wrong?" Balzac asked while casually strolling into the room. "Why do you look so incredibly stressed?"
The Grandmaster snapped his head up and glared at the professor. "Why do you look so happy seeing me suffer?"
Balzac waved a hand toward his companion. "I am simply delighted to reunite with Lonard after such a long time."
The Grandmaster let out an exhausted sigh and dropped his hands onto the desk. "It is Solomon."
"What did he do this time?" Balzac asked, raising an eyebrow.
