Beware and Buy Wine

"Hey, kid, snap out of it."

At dusk, one large and one small figure walked down a sparsely populated street.

Iskandar had not dematerialized. Instead, he had assumed a physical form and dressed in modern clothes: a perfectly ordinary pair of jeans on his lower body, while his upper body wore a free T-shirt that had come with a game purchase, printed with a world map.

The T-shirt clung tightly to his skin, accentuating his strong, well-defined muscles and drawing frequent glances from passersby.

Waver, at his side, had long grown used to this appearance of his. Walking along the roadside, he paid little attention to it, his expression instead dazed, his thoughts still lingering on what had just happened...