Raphael Crafbinder

At the same time in the Crafbinder territory.

In the front gates of a huge mansion, a carriage with the same crest arrived.

Coming out of the carriage, was a boy with silver hair came carrying a small wooden box with him.

Looking around this place he sighted under this breath.

"Sigh, I guess this place hasn´t changed much from the time I left."

Though invisible to others, he could see the whole place full of ancient runes and magical enchantments. Just by the sight of the pure amount of those two things would make the average magic caster puke blood from their mounts while at the same time trying to see how much this all stuff cost.

`If those prideful old goats at the academy would know the maintaining cost, they might faint by the numbers alone.´ The boy showed a smile at the thought of that sight.