Seeing what happened in front of her, Katrina involuntarily stepped back, her mind blank.
Two seconds later, her mouth opened on its own and a male voice came out: «Yo, little crow.»
Without waiting for the young man opposite to respond, «Katrina» laughed on her own and said: «Only a few avatars? Don’t you think you’re looking down on me? Are you a messenger, specially bringing Beyonder materials to me? Tell me, what cooperation do you want to discuss? I don’t exactly hate you. After all, back then, everything was orchestrated by that obsessive, with
The young man opposite caught the crown covered in rust and bloodstains, straightened up, shook his head and laughed: «Just hearing your voice makes me less interested in cooperation. How about this: let Soron and
«Tsk, after all these years, you’re still as willful as a child. Do you remember who was responsible for holding you when you were a baby? Who was it that burned your hair?» the evil spirit of the «Red Angel» taunted without backing down.
The young man opposite adjusted his monocle with his free hand, his expression calm, turned around, and walked toward the door without any hesitation.
During this process, He let out a low sigh: «Immature.»
Seeing that
Amon stopped, half-turned, and looked at «Katrina the White Witch» possessed by the evil spirit of the «Red Angel.»
The monocle on his right eye seemed to flash slightly.
. . .
In a city in Ahova County that was being rebuilt after the war, inside a bar with many traces of fire.
«Toby, did you add too much damn water to this beer?» A man in a worn-out peaked cap took a glass, drank, and couldn’t help complaining.
The owner, who was playing the bartender, wiped a glass and snorted: «Remember the prohibition before? Olrich, be glad you have beer at all!»
The strong man called Olrich grumbled something, stopped arguing, and focused on drinking his beer.
The man next to him, with rolled-up sleeves and bronze skin, looked around and said: «I heard the prohibition will be lifted soon, because Feynapotter’s grain will be coming in soon, and also, Feysac and Intis will pay a lot of grain as reparations!»
«I can only say, hopefully. May the Lord bless.» As soon as the bar owner Toby responded, he heard the door open.
He looked up and saw a young man who seemed to be a wandering magician enter.
This man wore a black robe and a more classic top hat, walked straight to the counter, and sat on a high stool.
«A glass of Southwell beer.» The man placed several copper pence.
The strong man named Olrich glanced sideways at the stranger and asked with curiosity: «Are you an outsider? A magician?»
The nondescript young man who was hard to remember laughed and said: «Yes, the magic I’m best at is granting people’s wishes.»
Olrich immediately whistled: «What did I hear? Granting wishes! Lord, there’s someone here pretending to be a deity!»
This banter drew laughter from the surroundings.
The young man who claimed to be a magician wasn’t angry at all and said with a smile: «That’s just a special magic trick.»
Olrich took a gulp of beer and laughed: «Then grant me a wish—let this stingy boss buy me a beer.»
«Alright.» The young man in the black robe raised his right hand and tapped lightly on the table.
With a thump, the bar owner Toby poured a glass of beer and pushed it to Olrich, then withdrew his hand and resumed wiping glasses.
This scene seemed familiar, making Olrich freeze for a moment, then he called out in confusion: «Toby, do you know him?»
«No.» Boss Toby shot Olrich a look as if he were a fool.
«…» Olrich raised the glass uncertainly and took a cautious sip to see if Toby would charge him.
Seeing that the bar owner was ignoring him, the strong man turned to the young man in the black robe and top hat in surprise: «How did you do that?»
«I told you, it’s a special magic trick.» The young man leisurely took a sip of Southwell beer.