Amosta's Arrogance

At Amelia's words, the faint sourness in her heart vanished at once. Her suddenly sharp gaze turned toward the door, and at the sight of the newcomer, her delicate brows immediately drew together.

The man entering the café was a lean middle-aged man wearing a strangely styled black jacket, with a rebellious lip piercing beneath his lower lip. Amelia trusted her own eyes; this person, whose temperament was utterly at odds with the café, was a Muggle with no magic at all.

She looked at Amosta in confusion, but Amosta merely sat down calmly and waited quietly for the man who had invited him to arrive.

The café waiter was also somewhat taken aback by this guest's attire and taste. But when he heard that the guest had a reservation and named the table number, he could only suppress his disdain and displeasure, politely pointing out the table where Amosta and Amelia were seated without personally leading him there.

The Muggle man dressed in hip-hop fashion ignored the strange looks cast his way by the café's patrons. He warily surveyed his surroundings before looking toward the direction the waiter had indicated.

However, his view was blocked by a huge model sailing ship, preventing him from seeing what lay beyond it.

After weighing his options, the Muggle man pressed his lips together and strode quickly in their direction.

He stopped twenty feet away from Amosta. Upon seeing that world-famous face, the Muggle man's eyes abruptly narrowed, though he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But when he noticed the young woman seated opposite Amosta, his expression immediately turned extremely ugly.

While the Muggle man assessed Amosta and Amelia, the two of them were assessing him as well.

Clear hostility showed in Amelia's eyes. A suspect potentially involved in the case of