The mystical form of the Headmaster's office had often raised questions to those who had seen it at least once.
Floating books, chairs, tables and even rows of large bookshelves from regal wood.
It seemed like a library one would see in a book of fantasy and fairies, perhaps a reality closer to theirs than they might think.
Filly Donal was brought to this room once again, and perhaps unlike previously, he was brought here for a different cause.
Not for a job employment but a job termination, maybe even a life termination.
Now that, he couldn't allow, or at least struggle against it.
He was currently tied up on a chair, a similar iron structure as the one used for Wisdom.
These ropes and iron chairs were made from the same content as sealing clubs and chains.
They bound his mana output shut, rendering him unable to use even a fraction of his abilities.
Not that his abilities would have helped in this situation.
