Three months later.
"The Narrow World?"
Beneath the Mask of Truth, Grimm's eyes flickered with excitement while staring at the magic teapot. The little boy looked on with a childlike curiosity on his face while working on the experiment instructed by the Dwarf Tinlady.
"Just mind your own business!"
Myna sternly reprimanded the little boy. He dawdled on the laboratory countertops with his chest puffed out while he fixed his eyes on the poor lad. He seemed to enjoy acting all high and mighty.
The little boy kept his head down and continued his work in silence. Luckily for him, he had gotten used to Myna's ill-temper over the past three months.
"It was my master who named the foreign world inside this magic teapot," Dwarf Tinlady nodded. "The master before him discovered it on a battlefield full of celestial-craters."
Dwarf Tinlady paused for a while, reminiscing the past.