“Ahh!”

“What, what!”

They jumped up and down as they immersed themselves in the conversation.

The knock rang again in the ears of Dominic, who screamed and covered his face, and Luce, who shrank.

Knock, knock–!

“W, who is it?” 

“Whoa! I don’t want to! Go away!”

“Dominic, come out for a minute….” 

“I don’t want to!” 

Luce approached the door slowly, looking resentfully at Dominic hiding under the table.

‘Don’t tell me, it’s not, right? There’s no way a real wizard will come. Besides, didn’t he say that all wizards are dead?’ 

But somehow, she felt a sense of deja vu. A sudden knocking sound, an unknown guest who didn’t reveal his identity. 

Luce, biting her lip, shouted more confidently.

“Who are you! There’s an adult in the house, if you keep doing that, I’ll report you!”

The guest who used to knock was now touching the doorknob.

Luce grabbed the doorknob...