What Cypher did not know was...
In the Alchemy Workshop, Iris, Luna, and Cassandra were confronting their dear Professor Dumbledore...
The cozy tea room, decorated in iron-red tones, was now filled with a chill.
Bang—
A fair, slender little hand slammed heavily onto the round mahogany table.
At the same time, the owner of that delicate hand rose to her feet, her face frosty as she stared at the middle-aged man before her.
"Professor Dumbledore! I used to respectfully call you Grandpa. Do you not even want to be a professor anymore?"
Seeing the complicated emotions in the girl's eyes—disappointment, indifference, anger, and more—Dumbledore felt a trace of guilt. But it was quickly suppressed beneath his convictions.
For the greater good...
"Iris... I don't want to put you in danger either... but we don't have much time left."
Facing the nearly uncontrollable Iris, Dumbledore spoke with a bitter expression and grave tone, as though this might awaken the last of the girl's sympathy.
"Dumbledore! I've tolerated you... Huh?"
The moment Dumbledore uttered those high-minded words, he completely ignited the fury in Iris's heart.
Visible magic covered her body. She no longer cared about anything else and decided to hit Dumbledore with a powerful Stunning Spell.
And let Dumbledore know where the line was.
Cypher was absolutely not to be used as a pawn!
But just as Iris was about to lose her reason and strike—
A familiar hand appeared before her eyes.
How familiar was it? She probably knew that hand even better than her own...
"Luna?"
Iris parted her lips slightly and widened her eyes. She was not surprised that Luna had stopped her; she simply did not understand why Luna had stopped her.
"Professor Dumbledore! Please give us another reason to convince us! At the very least, explain