Inside Halsey's Moving Castle.
After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic sisters, Aaron went to find a waiter dressed in a black tailcoat, his face covered by a golden mask bearing special spiritual symbols.
"Esteemed sir, how may I be of service?"
The tailcoated waiter bowed. Every movement was so perfect as to be beyond criticism, like servants trained through generations among the ancient nobility.
"I heard... there are rooms and stalls for rent within this castle?" Aaron asked.
"Yes. The rooms in this castle are available for rent, with their safety guaranteed by the castle's owner—esteemed Mr. Halsey!" The waiter answered courteously. "You may rest as you please, but you may not conduct sacrificial rituals or other dangerous experiments. Furthermore, criminals are not given shelter..."
Who would dare make magical items or potions inside a magical item? Wouldn't that lay all their secrets bare before the castle's owner?
Aaron grumbled inwardly, then said, "I'd like a temporary stall."
"Ten pounds a day! Also... sir, may I have your name or codename?"
The waiter took out a book resembling a register and asked with a quill pen in hand.
"Green!"
Aaron spoke slowly. "Green Potter!"
This was the identity he had fabricated for the young man's mask with wine-red eyes: a Craftsman of the supernatural world!
"Very well, Mr. Potter. Please allow me to lead you to your stall."
After taking the money, the waiter spoke readily, making Aaron deeply suspect that his earlier claim about not sheltering criminals was merely lip service.
The tailcoated waiter led Aaron to a corner of the hall, raised his right foot, and stomped on the ground.
A brand-new wooden table immediately emerged.
"Within the castle, only those who possess a wooden table may conduct transactions. This is a rule set by Mr. Halsey."
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