The Purple Key
Editor: Zayn_
On the 72th floor of the Black Isotta, Peranos' lab.
Peranos gazed at the three black sorcerers' heads and was feeling the special negative energy coming off from them. Peranos' head was like a ragged, sewed-up ball, and his pupils gazed at them wildly, as if they were popping out. He checked the energy again and again, and it seemed that he was doubting its very existence.
It was after a good while that Peranos realized his social faux pas in front of his student; he turned serious again as if to show that he had witnessed such strange things a lot.
Noticing that Grimm was trying to refrain himself from laughing, he knew his disgraceful manner had already been exposed. He then snorted. "Tell me then, what happened exactly? Since when do black sorcerers swarm on the Sorcerer Continent, and how could you have killed three?"
Grimm narrated everything he had seen, heard, and inspected, as well as his thoughts on the trip.