In a dark, secluded alley somewhere in the shopping district.
"Jingle..."
Accompanied by a crisp chime of wind bells, an exquisitely carved door was gently pushed open. A tall figure in an orange-red trench coat, with a neat ponytail tied behind her head, paused at the doorway. Seemingly recalling something, she skillfully pulled a pack of cigarettes from her inner pocket. With her head lowered and wrist flicking, she caught one pushed out from the pack between her lips.
Then, with a rub of her fingertips, a faintly flickering spark lit the cigarette.
Whoosh...
The veteran smoker at the door took a deep drag, satisfying her craving before contentedly lifting the large black suitcase from the ground and walking through the alley toward the main road.
Found you!
As the tall figure gradually disappeared into the distance, Bazett, dressed in practical combat gear, quietly emerged from around the corner, her gaze cold and excited.
Under the streetlight, bright "$" symbols seemed to glitter in her red eyes.
As Designated Seal enforcers under the Clock Tower, their duty was to assist the Mage's Association in sealing, recovering, or destroying dangerous people, objects, and forbidden techniques.
The person who had just emerged from the alley was a notorious bounty target on the Clock Tower's list. Her immense strength had already caused several rounds of pursuing Designated Seal enforcers to fail miserably.
But high risk also meant high reward.
The commission for this job was naturally quite generous.
And Bazett had always had one problem.
She was short on money. Very short on money...
Combined with the Clock Tower's long-delayed mission funding and the addition of a Queen mentor who treated money like dirt, her life had become even tighter.
She had never expected a casual scouting trip to lead her to such