Fu Yuan had already begun considering whether he should use his sword.
Aoko suddenly stopped as if she had thought of something, staring at Fu Yuan in disbelief.
"Gasp! You like men, don't you?!"
Aoko was starting to despair, even questioning Fu Yuan's sexual orientation.
"Get lost. I like girls!"
Aoko felt that things had developed a little strangely today. She was such a pretty, perfect young bishoujo, yet even when she practically threw herself at him, he did not want her.
"Then what's wrong with me?!"
Fu Yuan fell silent when he heard that. He was considering how to phrase his answer so that it would hit harder.
After thinking it over, he put on a very serious, sincere expression and asked earnestly.
"Ma'am, may I ask how old you are? Thirty-something?"
Aoko instantly shut down, utterly unable to recover.
Aoko left. As she went, her figure was so hunched, so dejected, so... deeply satisfying!
Fu Yuan was not the only one who thought so. The Magi who had urgently moved in nearby shared much the same sentiment.
Finally, someone could put this thing in her place!
Aoko decided to leave this troublesome place, then resolutely departed from Fu Yuan's house. Though her back looked utterly forlorn, her expression as she left was exceptionally determined.
She walked out through the gate, turned left, took a few steps, and went back to her own house. Damn it! She would fight again tomorrow!
As Fu Yuan sensed the auras around him, he was somewhat bewildered. Who were all these people?!
When he had moved in before, the neighboring residents had all been ordinary people. Yet now, with a single sweep of his senses...
They were all Magi!
While Fu Yuan was spacing out, five or six people were already carrying