Was I too harsh just now... Tsk, spending all my time in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, barely talking to anyone except Angel and the people at the weekly Tarot Club gatherings, is making me a recluse. But that fits the Mad Adventurer Gehrman Sparrow's persona even better... I wonder how the Demonic Wolf Cottar passed thousands of years there. Playing house with his marionettes?
As Klein muttered to himself, the slightly dazed expression on Miss Magician's face vanished from his sight, replaced by the vividly colored space of the Spirit World.
Without wasting the precious time his historical image could remain in existence, he swiftly traveled from place to place, speaking with several angels he knew and making promises in exchange for their help as he planned his hunt for the Demonic Wolf.
A magician never performs unprepared!
Early that morning, Earl Hall woke in his luxurious villa in Empress Borough and took his customary walk through the garden, exercising legs that were no longer as nimble as they had been in his youth.
The sky over Backlund was bluer than usual today, and the Tussock Newspaper had predicted that the coming summer would have the cleanest air in a decade.
This was not thanks to the Environmental Protection Act, which had only been in effect for just over a year. Instead, most factories in East Borough, the South District, and Saint George Borough had stopped operating due to raw material shortages, leaving their towering chimneys no longer spewing pollutants.
The thought lingered in Earl Hall's mind for only a moment before he put it aside.
He turned instead to some of his daughter Audrey's recent unusual behavior. In particular, she had been remarkably resolute last week when she had asked him to donate his grain reserves