"You two really are annoying."
Noah looked at the old and young cowboys standing before him and truly felt powerless to complain.
What did that mean? I curse at you, and you show up? Does that mean if I curse at you a few more times, you'll show up even more often?
"Sorry. Making you dislike me really is my fault."
"Enough! Do you believe I'll just stop caring about your bullshit and turn around and leave?"
"You could. We're very grateful for your help; it's let the Ministry of Magic breathe a little easier. But precisely because of your help, we now have time to properly deal with you, an illegal immigrant. Your choice."
"..."
If he could, Noah really wanted to blast that old bastard with a Sectumsempra.
The guy clearly looked like he had Noah completely figured out, yet Noah really had no way around it. This was their home turf, after all.
What left Noah most speechless was that they had only been following him because the Ministry of Magic had been too busy to deal with him. Now that they had the time, it was because he had helped them create that opportunity?
Did this count as digging his own grave?
Noah helplessly rubbed his brow. In the end, he could only choose to keep following this damned mission.
He had no choice. Noah really did not want to enter the Ministry of Magic's interrogation room. Even if he knew nothing serious would happen, at most a fine and a warning, he still had the system's mission here!
He had already come this far. If he did not finish this damned mission, Noah felt as though something would always be missing.
Besides, he had promised Constantine that he would look after him, so naturally he