Everyone squatted in the backyard with their heads hanging low.
They might have possessed extraordinary skills, but the umbrella in Schiller's hand was no slouch either. It would have been one thing if it merely raised two bumps on their heads, but it was also a control item. The moment they looked at the pattern on it, they started feeling dizzy and needed at least two or three minutes to recover.
Schiller took advantage of their dizziness to berate them thoroughly. He spared neither their personalities nor their temperaments, every word logical and well-founded, every blow precisely shattering their defenses. After hearing it, they felt as though their lives were over.
Everyone thought he might as well have been a venomous snake.
Of course, Schiller soon drove them up from the ground. He made them a whole shopping list and told them to get lost and buy groceries.
During his time living here, Schiller had become quite experienced at hosting banquets. He was no longer as flustered as he had been at the beginning.
He understood that a formal banquet sometimes did require several days of preparation, but if he needed to gather everyone immediately, all he had to prepare was the venue and the food. Everything else was secondary.
So Schiller did not prepare any invitations. He simply took a photo of the sunset over the lake and emailed it to everyone he intended to invite, telling them that he was holding a lakeside dinner to admire Gotham's most beautiful sunset of the summer.
Perhaps because the duel between the two witches had distorted the optical phenomena in the sky, tonight's sunset was especially brilliant.
Clusters of soft clouds floated just above the setting sun, dyed a warm orange by its afterglow, like orange soda with ice. Red and