Young Master

Northern was silent for a couple of seconds.

In those couple of seconds, the headmaster found it difficult to read his thoughts through his face; a deadpan expression stifled his features.

Then he eventually opened his mouth and started.

"Like I said before, I had an encounter with an elf from the underworld. But he had called it a name… what's the name again…"

"Strenaut?"

"Yes!" Northern exclaimed with widened eyes. "That one. If you know it, then you really must be from the underworld."

He paused for a moment, observing the man with a strange glitter in his eyes.

"I wonder how you people were able to cross both worlds."

"So what else do you know about us and the underworld?"

"About you? I don't really know anything. And about your world, I only know things that are concerning Tyrant and Origins."

The man suddenly shuddered.