The air of the Great Hall remained as mystical as it usually does; Beldaruit's office was cluttered with important papers resting in the background. The sea breeze refreshed the room with saline air while the Wise Man of Teaching rested in his chair, quietly sipping tea. Recently, a letter had reached his hands, sent by a master witch: "Wise Beldaruit, I regret to disturb your peace, but I must beg for your assistance, as I have a troublesome student who has already worked with 5 other teachers; only you would know how to handle them." It was a curious case, which was why the silver-haired man had accepted... Now, he waited patiently for the youth's arrival.

The door opened, and a Morally Bound Knight escorted the young Guest inside.

A theatrical smile appeared on his face before he nonchalantly left his teacup floating in midair. Beldaruit's hand made a gentle gesture—a signal for the knight to withdraw.

"My, my... So this is the little whirlwind 5 different witches have told me about, the great Guest... A pleasure to meet you in person. Come in, make yourself comfortable," he invited with mystical formality, though a hint of playfulness lingered behind his eyes. "Tell me, what brings you here?"

He asked with feigned innocence. Although he knew the reasons perfectly well, he longed to hear the youth's own words, ensuring they wouldn't feel judged beforehand.