Elisium's classes ended at exactly four o'clock in the afternoon every weekday. But unlike the usual daily routine, something had changed in the class of Aquarius. The students and teachers assigned to the class were currently frozen at their spots as they looked at a certain brown-haired child in the room. Instead of staying seated after the end of the class, 373 had decided to leave the room with them to a place only God knew.

373 changed her habit of staying behind. The thought of meeting Michael Caelum alone in her classroom made her feel an odd sensation in her chest. She didn't want to see him. She couldn't explain why. All that she knew was that she didn't want to meet with the amber-haired youth just to be disappointed with his secrets and his lies.

The little girl wove through familiar hallways that the children usually flocked. When she was certain that no one was following her, she appeared under one of the kitchen's gigantic metal tables with a quick adicio spell and slyly took a few pieces of bread before disappearing once more. Her silhouette reappeared inside Leon's cell. And although his eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging wide open, the surprise on the blonde boy's face wasn't as obvious as it was the first time they met.

Her eyes found traces of moisture on the floor that was glistening against the rough surface. Even without reading Leon's mind, 373 could already guess at what had transpired.

The female clicked her tongue as a spell gather the water on the floor. The orb of water was no longer as unsteady as before and the blue sphere traveled quickly into Leon's cupped palms. However, the boy's bright eyes were elsewhere. His clear blue orbs were glued to the multiple pieces of bread she had stuffed in the plastic bag which was currently resting on top of a very thick book.

Drool was dripping from the corner of his lips. There was a glimmer in his eyes while his lips formed a small frown as he stared at the bread. "I can't eat all of that."

"It's not for you-," 373 began. But when she saw the downcast expression on Leon's face, she tossed him most of the pieces of bread while keeping a single piece in the plastic bag. "Just make sure you don't leave crumbs on the floor."

She picked up the book she had brought with her and turned around. An Adicio spell was already on her mouth. Leon's bright blue eyes widened again. "You're not staying?" He asked.

"Maybe later." 373 waved her free hand. The energy wrapped around her and the female could feel herself being drawn to the hallway with the hidden staircase. She didn't use Adicio to directly transport herself to the hall – or rather, she couldn't. The double-doors and the room itself had layers of seals that prevented people from entering it. And a spell could possibly trigger the formations and defensive enchantments in the room.

Her feet landed on the corridors that went towards the secret room. The moment she entered the huge wooden doors, she headed straight for the cross at the end of the hall, set the piece of bread down on the floor and opened thick book entitled 'Clavicula Salomonis – Simplified Edition'. Her black eyes studied the drawings on the floor and compared them with the illustrations in the book. Every so often she would pace around the room while following the twist and turns that were engraved on the ground.

"I see that a copy of the Key of Solomon is in your possession.. However, you could have just asked me, pueri," Astaroth's voice reverberated in the huge hall as 373 scampered here and there with the thick book in her hands. There wasn't a single crease on the demon's eyebrows and his face was oddly calm even as the little girl kept her back facing him.

"The book says to 'never trust demons'," the small girl replied, her eyes still fixated on the pages of her book. She was completely oblivious to the pair of golden eyes that never left her body.

"Are you planning on ignoring me, child?" The demon asked again.

Without missing a second, the little girl said, "Yes."

373 took out a pencil and paper from her pockets, her hands automatically writing and sketching as she thought. Numerous ideas and possibilities flooded her mind as she created an illustration of sorts on the single piece of paper. But with a single melodious laugh, the steady stream of ideas halted. 373 glared at the demon who was looking at her with eyes of pity and humor. His perfectly chiseled face smiled at her as he said in a teasing tone, "Art is not your calling. Is it, child?"

The girl's black orbs narrowed at the statue-esque figure. Like a child who knew no fear, she flicked her hair and repeated the words the adults always said to them when the class was being noisy.

"Be quiet and behave yourself, " she chided. Her hands quickly crumpled the sheet she had used for her drawings and stuffed it back in her pockets. 373 studied a few pages inside the thick book she had brought before setting it beside a few objects and trinkets that were placed at the floor. She closed her eyes and concentrated on feeling the magical energies that flowed within the seals on the floor while visualizing how the seals were interwoven with each other. Each spell, enchantment and seal had it's own ebb and flow of energy. If she wanted to break the seal on Astaroth's soul, then she needed to find the weakest part of the seal which would allow her to disrupt the seal's energy flow.

She felt an irregularity. It appeared so suddenly that the small female almost had no time to react. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became stale. The air became harder to breathe in. 373 could feel unfettered power emanating from that single irregularity that had appeared in front of the wooden double-doors that should have sealed off the room from the rest of the world.

373 took the plastic bag with the piece of bread and hid behind human-shaped container that had multiple spikes lined inside the cover. The space was enough for her to crouch in and as soon as she went in the casket, the shadows stirred and lightly closed the metallic container while leaving a small gap where she could see a part of the room and Astaroth's figure hanging securely from the cross.

The room became silent. 373 tried to breathe without making a sound. The gigantic door creaked as footsteps echoed in the room. The female hiding in the iron container strained her eyes as she peeked through the container's gap. A woman with blue hair, an odd outfit and a white coat strode in the room with her lips pursed in a thin line. The visitor's eyes scanned the room, her eyes falling on a single object that shouldn't be in the room.

373 held her breath. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her eyes followed the visitor's line of sight.

The thick book titled Clavicula Salomonis – Simplified Edition was lying haphazardly on the floor.