Narrator: When Dav entered the room and saw Lucrezia, he asked if she could help him with some parchments and a strange old key.

  She, a bit embarrassed and still slightly awkward, nodded with a big smile.

  For the first time, Dav noticed how cute she looked with such a sincere expression, her hair neatly combed, and an elegant dress that gave her a more composed air than usual.

  The room was no longer a chaotic pile of scattered parchments and documents.

  Now, it appeared bright, spacious, and incredibly refined.

  Dav chuckled to himself, imagining that behind this change was Valeria’s handiwork, probably after enduring a thousand complaints.

  He pulled out the parchments and handed them to Lucrezia, who, putting on her reading glasses, immediately tried to give them a quick glance.

  Lucrezia: (With a slightly nervous expression, unable to decipher much) I can’t understand everything yet, but given a few days or at most a week, I should be able to translate it and tell you more.

  As for the key, it seems to be linked to these parchments.

  The word "key" appears multiple times in this text.

  (A bit disappointed) I'm sorry to say, but it'll take some days to be sure...

  Dav: (Enthusiastic) That’s fine, Lucrezia! Great work.

  Once you’ve deciphered everything, call us, and we’ll come.

  Valeria: (Smiling at Lucrezia, making her a bit embarrassed) Great job, Lucrezia.

  (Asking Dav) So, what do we do now?

  Dav: I have a meeting with the director today in his office, so I’ll see you both tomorrow for lunch and more research.

  Valeria: (With a curious look) Ehh? Okay, okay.

  ~ A little later ~

  Narrator: Dav arrived in front of the director’s office and knocked confidently, his face serious.

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  From inside, a deep voice responded.

  Director: Enter.

  (The director sat at his desk, his gaze directed toward the window.)

  Are you ready for your call with Mr. Matteo?

  Dav (determined): Yes, it’s important.

  Narrator: The director picked up the phone and dialed the number, saved from their last conversation.

  After a few seconds, the line connected.

  Director: Good afternoon, am I speaking with Mr. Matteo?

  I am the man you spoke with earlier regarding Mr. Dav.

  Matteo De Lion: Good afternoon, Director.

  Did you pass my message to my cousin?

  Director: Yes. He’s here with me and is listening to everything.

  If you prefer, I can turn off the speakerphone.

  Dav/Matteo (firmly): No need.

  Matteo: I’ll get straight to the point, Dav.

  I found our man, and I know where he is.

  Narrator: For a moment, the director looked at Dav… and saw a monster.

  His eyes were fiery red, like the flames of hell.

  His face twisted with rage, veins pulsing with an almost inhuman fury.

  His fists clenched so tightly that the air around him seemed to tremble.

  Even outside the office, anyone passing by stiffened. No one dared to stop.

  Some lowered their gaze and quickened their pace, driven by a primal instinct of fear.

  Dav (his voice filled with wrath): Where is that bastard?!

  Matteo (cold but with palpable irritation): I understand you.

  I’m as pissed off as you are.

  That son of a bitch is currently locked up in the maximum-security prison for Hunters in Gozo, part of the Maltese archipelago.

  The entire island was evacuated and turned into a dangerous prison, reserved only for criminals ranked A/A+/A++/S and higher.

  When do you want to move? I’m ready even now to have a little "chat" with our "friend."

  Dav (his anger intensifying): What chat? We’re going right now!

  Matteo (laughing, excited): Hahaha! I’m curious to see how long it’ll take before he starts talking.

  Bring the director too.

  He seems like an interesting guy… and strong.

  Dav (smirking, more controlled): What do you say, Director? Will you come with us?

  Director (barely hiding his excitement): It would be an honor.

  Dav: It’s settled then. Matteo, meet me at the usual place from last time.

  I’ll be there in thirty minutes, max.

  Director: First, I need to inform Vice Director Rugerus of our absence for a few days.

  Dav: The vice director is back? He was away for a while.

  Director (chuckling): Yes, he had some personal matters to handle.

  I’ll call him right away—I want him here as soon as possible.

  (The director picks up the phone and dials.)

  Rugerus, can you come to my office for something important? Right away, if possible.

  ~ Ten minutes later ~

  Narrator: The director informed Rugerus of his imminent absence with Professor Dav, justifying it as a "personal matter."

  He entrusted him with the task of notifying Professors Valeria Moretti, Evelyn Rosendale, Master Eldrin Voss, Kael Solis, and Lucrezia Bianchi, as well as Iris Fontaine and Margherita Bellini, both during the following day's lunch and in their respective classes.

  Rugerus asked no questions.

  He accepted the task without hesitation.

  Meanwhile, Dav stepped onto the balcony and raised a magical barrier around himself.

  He looked at the director and gestured for him to step inside.

  Dav: Come in, and don’t worry.

  Narrator: The director obeyed, watching with curiosity.

  As soon as he stepped into the barrier, Dav lifted it, enclosing them both inside.

  Then, with a single thought, he shot into the sky at full speed, heading straight for Milan.