Felix raised an eyebrow at the, "Master," part. It's not that he had a problem being a mentor, he just felt the title of Master implied servitude. And, he was not a slave driver.
Felix cleared his throat, "Eh... You can just call me Felix. And we are going back to meet the team you will be working with for the foreseeable future."
With that, Felix slashed a cross glyph with his sword, and a spacial rift opened up. He beckoned to Artos, before stepping through it himself. The rift took him straight in the living room, the same place he dropped everyone else off at. Felix released his hold on the manaegis, it burning in a flare of azure flames, leaving him back in his hiking gear (blue cotton T-shirt, blue jeans, and hiking backpack).
Felix glanced around the room and noticed a disturbing fact, Nemo was no where to be seen. Panicked, he swept the area with his manalysis only to find Nemo's mana-wave signature to be absent from the premises.
"I don't suppose a fellow with white hair and purple pants was here when you all arrived, was he?" Felix said anxiously.
Before anyone could answer, Felix spotted a yellow sticky note on the fridge. It read: "Dear Felix: Got bored and decided to go to New York and get my bearings back, take in the fresh city air, try some of the cuisine, visit an art show or two, get into a violent clash with a certain gang, the usual tourist pleasantries. I'll try to behave my best."
Felix walked back to the small group in the lounge area, and rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
"We might have a problem..."