"Dark Magic creatures are actually rather complicated..." Serena Pendragon said, a trace of hesitation in her voice.
She frowned slightly, twirling her pen over the notebook as if pondering something. "It really won't be easy to find clues..."
"But then again!" She seemed to figure something out. "We're only asking, anyway. Maybe Vizet will surprise us."
She picked up her pen and wrote a string of words in the notebook. That's right, we did hear something, so we came to Paris to take a look.
The Isaiah Society learned its lesson this time and didn't leave many clues behind. We've been searching for traces of them these past few days since arriving in Paris. Also...
Seeing the writing fade from the notebook, Sebastian Sallow's lips curled with a hint of teasing.
"Serena, you should add one more line," he said in a joking tone. "Searching for their tracks through the Michelin Guide."
Serena Pendragon raised an eyebrow, glanced at Sebastian Sallow, and handed him the pen in her hand without the slightest hesitation. "Here! You write it!"
Sebastian Sallow took a step back, spread both hands, and wore an expression that said this had nothing to do with him. "Never mind. You continue."
"That's what I thought..." Serena Pendragon gave a soft snort, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly as she continued writing what she had not finished earlier.
And about the Dark Magic creatures you mentioned, there are many types of Dark Magic creatures now, and we haven't really studied them much. Searching for them will probably be troublesome. Do you have any ideas on your end?
While Vizet had yet to reply, Ominis Gaunt sank into thought. His head lowered, his fingertips unconsciously traced across the sofa's armrest, as if sketching some invisible mark.
He slowly said,