This was a bar—a deserted bar. On weekend nights, which should have been the peak time for customers, this place had only a sparse dozen or so patrons.
There was no sign of the usual bar entertainment, let alone any rock bands or the like.
Yet the bar's owner—a graceful woman dressed in a white robe—wasn't worried in the slightest about its desolate state. Instead, she sat lazily behind the counter, looking utterly relaxed.
"White Queen, don't you think things have been rather boring lately?" After a flash of light appeared before the white-robed woman, a man with red skin all over suddenly emerged.
"Red Devil, if you're so bored, go rescue Magneto." White Queen glanced at the man who looked like a demon and lazily poured two glasses of liquor.
"You know those guys are prepared now. There's interference around the place where Magneto is being held, so getting in is a bit troublesome. Besides, when he comes out isn't up to me. It's up to Magneto himself." As Red Devil spoke, he coiled his demonic tail around a glass and deftly brought it to his mouth.
"What I mean is, with Magneto gone, we're practically on vacation. Don't you want to go out and have some fun?" Red Devil lowered his head as he spoke. His voice carried an alluring magic, like a true demon whispering.
Yet White Queen frowned at his words. "Red Devil, stop using your mental inducement. You should know perfectly well that it won't work on me. I won't stop you from going out to have fun, but take it easy. Don't cause trouble for the Brotherhood here."
"Tch. All these years, and you're still so boring." Red Devil looked thoroughly disappointed.
Just as Red Devil was about to leave the bar, the people