I stood in front of the third suspect's workshop and took out the all-purpose key, Alohomora, that I had made before. Naturally, the door of the alchemy workshop was locked. I carefully put Alohomora into the keyhole and moved it around.

Chulkuk!

I heard the sound of the lock releasing, allowing the door to swing open. As expected, I went into the workshop without saying anything. I could feel several presences busying themselves in the workshop, so I decided to head in their direction.

There was a man who seemed to be the owner of the workshop. He was packing his bags in a hurry while talking to someone, "Damn it, damn it! You never said we would have to run!”

The owner wore white clothes, which clearly marked him as an alchemist. He was addressing a gray-haired old man in a tailcoat, which made him resemble a butler. 

The old man criticized the owner, "What are you talking about? Didn’t this happen because you didn’t do your job properly!"

The man protested at the unjustified remarks, "I did it right! I made it so he’d die as you requested!"

"Then why is he still alive...