Transported

e p i s o d e 2 - ii

Headmaster's Office

You opened the large door of the office, not before knocking of course.

"Pardon the intrusion, Headmaster."

"We're coming in."

Crowley was seated in front of your group, behind the long desk. "You're all gathered here, I see. Now then, I'd like to get started quickly." He stood up and made his way over to the front of his desk and sat on it. "This will concern the incident that happened in Heartslabyul Dorm the other day, but I figured that I should thoroughly explain it to you. I figured that as fellow magicians, there is a need for you to be fully aware of the consequences that could happen."

"You mean, the Overblot, sir?" Deuce chipped in, Crowley nodded.

"Indeed, that's right."

"I've heard about it from my big bro before, but... I didn't expect that that'd happen during Overblot. It really was evil villain berserker mode, huh." Ace voiced out from beside you.

"Hey, what does 'Blot' mean in the first place?" Grim inquired, genuinely curious about the whole thing.

"Oh, that's right. I have to explain starting with that for the both of you. Then, let me tell you. Oh, how kind of me." You deadpanned, clearing his throat he started. "Blot is akin to "wasted material" that accompanies each magic use." He noticed your still confused expression, and continued. "Let's take this for example. An automobile needs fuel in order to move, and at the same time it is used, smoke comes out from the exhaust pipe, correct?" You four nodded. "And for when magical energy is used, blot occurs at the same time. Would that be easier to understand in that sense?"

"So, you're saying that... 'overblot' is like an exhaust pipe... that that's not good for the body at all...?" You worded it carefully and slowly, not really getting the meaning of it all.

"Exactly, Y/n." You mentally patted yourself on the back. "There have been present and older historical records of research being done about it, however, it's still largely a mystery." Your group of first years all cocked your heads to the side. "There is only one thing we are certain of. It is highly toxic and once it is used too much, it can greatly harm one's mind and body."

"Oh, yeah. I remember my granny telling me, "Don't use your magic so willy-nilly if you don't want to Blot!" or somethin' like that?" Ace stepped one to the side, and leaned on it.

"Such great powers go hand-in-hand with incomparable risks. Not even the greatest magicians have an unlimited supply of magical energy."

"In other words, the more you use your magic, the more it becomes bad for the body?" Grim summarized, leaning back in your arms.

"No, not completely. Hm... I feel like it would be easier to understand if I showed you a demonstration rather than just using words." His glowing golden orbs scanned around the dimmed room. "Oh, ghosts! I have a little job for you!" The said ghosts appeared.

"Oho, did you call for us, Headmaster?" One of them asked, grinning widely.

Ace stepped back a foot, his crossed arms uncurling. "Eh? Wha-What's going on?"

"Please help me teach these young ones a small lesson." The ghosts laughed.

Deuce's eyes widened. "Eh?!"

"We got it. Should we show 'em how it's done, sir?"

Crowley leaned back, his eyes glowing against the dark behind his black mask. "Come, boys. Ready your magical pens. Headmaster's special lesson is far from over."