For a moment, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat hot and humid, making it hard to breathe. It was unclear whether it was due to magic or merely an illusion caused by fluctuating emotions, but the light from the candlestick on the table grew dimmer and more ambiguous. Along the Dark Elf's uniquely smooth skin, the mage's fingers slowly moved upwards. Zilvra still kept her eyes closed, but she placed her wine glass aside and drew closer.
There came a knocking at the door, three long knocks and one short, followed by the creak of the wooden door opening. Priest Kuboert came in from outside, holding a large bundle of scrolls.
"Kuboert, I clearly used the Sealing Door Technique outside, which means I don't want to be disturbed." Lynch withdrew his hand, looking a bit annoyed at his priest friend. "Are you always this eager when dispelling magic?"
