Troubles always came one after another.
Leaving the apartment,
the boy in the black trench coat walked unhappily through the streets of London with his brainless companion, Clark.
This time, Jino had learned his lesson and cast a disguise spell on them both.
So, to outsiders,
they looked like nothing more than two ordinary people.
"Diana. Lana Lang."
Jino stroked his chin as London's autumn wind rustled his robes.
"One has witch blood in her ancestry."
"The other is Zeus's daughter from Themyscira."
"What connection could there be between them?"
"Is there one?"
Jino seemed to be asking Clark, yet also asking himself.
"Uh, they're both women?" Clark tilted his head and offered an obvious piece of information.
Jino took out his phone.
He saw the time displayed on the screen.
Then he glanced at the message list, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Something's wrong."
Clark tilted his head. "What's wrong?"
"At this time of day, Zatanna usually messages me."
Jino scrolled through his phone and refreshed the message list.
There was still no message from Zatanna.
"Something's wrong."
Jino repeated himself.
He raised a hand slightly and opened a blue-glowing Spatial Tunnel.
"Follow me."
Clark followed close behind.
That familiar wave of dizziness struck again.
When the two stepped out of the portal,
they found themselves in a modestly sized house.
It was piled with all kinds of strange magic props.
There were expandable magician's hats,
as well as magical crowbars and iron boxes used for sawing people in half.
No dust covered the surface of those magical tools, proving that the owner cleaned often.
Yet Zatanna was nowhere to be seen in the entire magic house.
The blue-haired girl was not seated before her dressing table.
"Zatanna disappeared too?" Clark glanced at Jino, only to see the boy's face