After Betsy watched him leave, she waved her hand gently and all the books on the floor went back to their places on the bookshelf. A whirlpool that resembled a nebula appeared in the library and Raphael walked out of it.
He exuded a murderous and authoritative air, but once he caught sight of Betsy, he had a smile as warm as the sunshine on his face, his gaze as kindly as a friendly grandfather.
"You've had a hard day, teacher," said Betsy as she bowed toward him. She knew very well that even though the public viewed Raphael as an omnipotent wizard who lived in this magical tower, that was not really the case. The stress that the man had to bear was enough to make an ordinary person collapse.
He smiled widely at her and said, "Betsy, are you all right? Wait, where's Carl? Didn't he com
