My Teacher, Shattered Inside From Giving Away Her Magic

Outside the great hall.

After Sayidat's figure had completely faded into the distance, a gradually swelling sob came from within the hall.

Lairn, standing behind Guter, was startled, then immediately moved to push open the wooden door and see what was happening.

Guter turned around and, seeing Lairn's movement, hurriedly reached out to stop him, but he was still a step too slow.

Fortunately, just as Lairn was about to push the door open, Teacher Serie, who was inside braiding her disciple Gumi's hair, raised her hand.

With a flicker of magical fluctuation, the great hall's wooden door was sealed tight, no matter how hard Lairn outside tried to shove it open.

Serie gently patted Gumi's hair a few times, signaling to her disciple that no tactless fool would come to disturb them now, and she could keep crying.

Outside the great hall.

Watching Lairn, who was still about to knock on the door and ask the teacher to open it from inside, Guter helplessly pressed a hand to his forehead and used his free hand to drag his junior disciple Lairn back.

"Tch—"

Guter lightly tapped Lairn on the head with his knuckle. "I don't know if Sayidat understands social graces, but you, buddy, really have something going on."

"Don't go knocking on the door. Come with me for a walk around the city, and we'll buy some good food to take back for our junior sister."

Lairn was merely oblivious to social cues, not lacking in intelligence. Once Guter put it that way, he understood the gist.

"So, senior brother, is junior sister crying in the great hall because Sayidat's account made her recall the destruction of her hometown?"

"What else?"

Guter shrugged. "You think it could be Teacher Serie crying?"

"My teacher, so heartbroken and wailing because she had to give her magic to someone else, boohoo, so pitiful, huh?"

"Junior brother, tell me, is that possible?"

"It... probably isn't."

Hearing his senior brother Guter's description, even Lairn, oblivious as he was, couldn't picture that scene.

"Then there you go. Come on, let's buy some treats for junior sister."

With that, Guter led Lairn through the snack and dessert stalls in Oysaster's city district, buying only a few portions of each item under the wary gazes of countless shopkeepers, who looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Finally, when Guter arrived at the best-tasting restaurant in the city, the Head Chef Lake, who had been squatting by the entrance with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, instantly froze.

Before Guter could even say a word, Lake stuck his head into the restaurant and shouted to the kitchen and waitstaff: "Fire up the stoves! Prep the ingredients!"

"And you! Hurry to the market before it closes and buy supplies!!!"

Watching the restaurant suddenly burst into chaos, Lairn stared dumbfounded at his senior brother.

"Tch."

Guter clicked his tongue lightly, reached out to stop the delivery guy who was about to head out, and turned to his junior brother behind him.

"See that? That's what they call reputation."

With that, Guter led the waiter who was about to go shopping back into the restaurant and knocked on the kitchen door, telling Lake that this time he was ordering very little, and it was all takeout, so no need to panic.

"Ha-ha, r-right?"

Lake scratched his head awkwardly. Mainly, it was because of the previous period when Guter and Gumi's combo had traumatized all the restaurant owners and chefs in Oysaster.

In the owners' minds, this pair was called the "Inventory Twin Terrors."

Because no matter how much stock a restaurant had left that day, these two could basically clear it all out. Especially the guy—just when you thought he was full, he'd sit for a few minutes and bounce back to full combat readiness.

In the chefs' minds, this pair was nicknamed the "Closing Time Envoys."

Because whenever you saw this man and woman step into a shop, that day's closing time was already set in stone.

As long as these two big shots (gluttons) were full—especially when the male glutton ended his Combat State—then every employee in the restaurant could clock out, because there probably wouldn't be anything left to eat in the entire kitchen.

Some time later, When Head Chef Lake handed a stack of packed lunch boxes from the kitchen to Guter, he couldn't help asking him one question.

"What's been going on lately? Lost your appetite? Not feeling hungry?"