Devine Rosier

Rita did not have any pounds on her.

And she did not seem like the type to pay Muggles, either.

"Don't forget to lift the Confundus Charm," Vincent called to her retreating back.

The clerk's eyes were no longer vacant.

"Two more strawberry ice creams, please."

One person had failed to finish two servings, yet he was ordering another two?

While the clerk went to prepare them, the shop door was pulled open from outside.

This was a young man in his early twenties.

He had shoulder-length black hair, and his black-and-gray striped suit was embroidered with golden rose patterns.

Vincent watched him sit across from him.

"You're Wayne, right?

"I'm Devine Rosier."

He did not seem interested in exchanging pleasantries. "I'll be going with you to the Greengrass Family."

His reluctance was obvious. He had probably been forced by his family.

"The ice cream here is quite good."

Devine frowned slightly. "Wayne, I don't want to know how you met Aunt Vida, nor do I want to know what kind of relationship you have.

"I only want to settle this matter as soon as possible. No problem?"

"Hmph—" A cold snort came from behind him.

The blond, blue-eyed Viktor drifted to his side like a ghost.

"Rosier brat, is your time that precious?"

Devine's pupils contracted instantly.

He had approached without a sound, carrying an ominous aura around him.

"A vampire?" He met the eyes beside him, which were gradually turning red. "You dare show up here in broad daylight. You're not from Europe, are you?"

"Put aside your pride." Viktor's eyes returned to blue. "The world is vast. Europe stopped being its center long ago."

Wizards existed all over the world. Europe had once been the center because it was the birthplace of wands.

After several centuries, every