Stripped City Adra: A Breakfast of Complicated Thoughts

Early the next morning, Gray woke from her dreams. It was a little past six, and the sun had long since risen high into the sky, radiating fierce light.

Michael sat on the sofa, flipping through something, with a cup of steaming black tea before him.

"Good morning, Master..."

Seeing that she had risen even later than her master, Gray lowered her head reflexively, a trace of self-reproach welling up inside her.

"Morning, Gray."

Michael set down the magecraft journal in his hand and nodded.

Although journals existing in the Mage's world was a rather bizarre notion—after all, Mystery could only exert its greatest power when kept hidden—these publications did not come from the Clock Tower, but from the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

As the world's rising star and greatest beneficiary of fortune, the United States' current magecraft system was still largely pieced together, lacking Europe's long history.

However, that country took great pleasure in developing modern magecraft, with numerous new achievements appearing every day.

Yet in the eyes of the Clock Tower's traditional magi, these new research results were merely things unfit for polite company. Michael did not see them that way.

But based on what I knew of Gray, she had not yet fully mastered Bestial Magecraft. There should not have been such a lapse. So why had this happened?

Because of his physical condition, he did not rise, but his manners remained just as respectful.

Upon hearing Orlondo's words, Sefen let out a heavy sigh without thinking.

He lifted his tea and took a light sip, seeming to see through Gray's thoughts.

After washing up simply, they opened the door. A fragrant scent filled the air and lingered at Sefen's nose, making his stomach rumble.

The reason was simple. Yesterday, Caovancamonk had spoken to his