"Could it be that bookstore from last time?"
The Templar Knight's response was astonishingly quick. The Witch even seemed a little surprised.
Of course, that was only how it seemed. Even as she asked, she didn't forget to slowly pull the Brain Fork out.
"What? Is that not allowed?"
It really was an interesting tool. The moment it came free of the flesh, the wound healed right along with it.
Watching this happen, Fu Qian praised it and casually asked in return.
The Pope actually remembered that little corner. It looked like Lady Loretta's coffee had been pretty good.
"No."
To everyone's surprise, the Witch shook her head quite seriously.
"Oh?"
Fu Qian made no effort to hide his reaction.
"Because I drank it all."
She tossed the Brain Fork aside and replied as though it were only natural.
Drank it all.
Though she'd originally meant to leave it just for Bernard, Loretta hadn't prepared a small amount.
Faced with such an unexpected answer, Fu Qian could only marvel.
Still, one had to look on the bright side. This proved that the Pope was quite receptive to tea, so choosing it as their leisure activity had been the right call.
"Don't worry. This time we'll have something different. Are you used to drinking black tea?"
Picturing the Witch sitting alone in the bookstore, drinking something, Fu Qian shook his head to reassure her and said she could trust the Templar Knight's arrangements.
"I haven't had much, but it seems to be quite popular, too."
The Witch actually gave it some thought, indicating that she was willing to try it rather than blindly agreeing.
"From the way you talk, it sounds like you've been mingling with the common folk lately. Was the law against looking directly at the Dark Moon