Aries stared at his five subordinates and disciples, speaking indifferently, "You’ve come?"

There was no anger about them arriving late and making their teacher wait. However, there was no feeling of affection or interest either. He sounded as if he was just reading from a book.

The disciples did not mind the indifferent tone that lacked any interest. "Yes, Great Teacher.”

They just had a desire to learn magic and receive his teachings.

"Did you find what I ordered?" Upon Aries’s request, the five madosas knelt in unison.

"We are sorry! The Alps were too wide...”

"And while avoiding the eyes of the Butterfly Tribe...”

"If you could give us a little more opportunity...”

The five madosas who were usually admired and respected by any magician trembled and asked for forgiveness. It would have been no exaggeration to call a madosa a one-man corps, but none of them could remain confident in front of Aries.

"Useless things." There was not a shred of anger in Aries's voice. Yet, his robotic tone terrified the five madosas.

"We are sorry! Please forgive us!" 

Their fear stemmed not from death or any impending punishment. Rather, even if Aries punished them and they died, they were happy and confident in...