Sparrow

Dyon sent a glance toward Nazaire, only to find an innocent expression that looked completely out of place for such an old man. He looked no different from a child sitting on their high chair, waiting for their mother to bring them some food. 

Dyon felt like puking. 

'How did I end up with such a disciple? It was better when he was sulking over the deaths of this junior brothers. I shouldn't have told him that I revived them too…' 

Nazaire blinked, unable to guess what was going on his master's mind. 

"Master, what's behind the door?" 

Dyon's gaze became gentle once more. This time, it was his disciple's turn to be creeped out. His master was definitely not allowed to make such an expression. No, there must be laws against this. 

"A good friend of mine." 

Dyon took a step forward and placed a palm on the doors. Just like that, doors as immovable as a mountain, cracked open, revealing a flood of rainbow light.