“Huh... A child!?”
The first words that came out of the mouths of the four disciples of the white-haired and white-robed elderly sounded in unison. Everyone had the same opinion that the voices they heard were of a child who even seemed to be younger than them.
“A child? But why can't I sense him?” said the elder, stroking his beard with a doubtful expression.
“He might have someone bring him up, Master.” The first speaking young man interrupted the elder.
“But just a moment ago, he said he was the one who destroyed the spell, Senior.” The pretty young woman who spoke after the young man earlier objected.
“Oh... Junior, what would you know? Is there any child who would be able to destroy our Master's high-level spell?” The young man replied confidently that his idea was right.