Jessica was delighted and enthusiastic about being able to learn magic.
The result was that Hayato received an indescribable "reward."
Was that supposed to be a reward?
The two of them had dinner together—dinner in the dietary sense, not the kind eaten in bed.
That evening, Hayato headed to Kamar-Taj. Ancient One had chosen the time, though nobody knew why it had to be at night. It couldn't possibly be because Ancient One craved Hayato's body and wanted to take advantage of the darkness...
Ha, impossible.
But what if...
She might have been over four hundred years old and bald.
Still, a bald woman and a man with a buzz cut were hairstyles only good-looking people could pull off.
Ancient One looked to be only around thirty, with a lovely face and a distinctive—
Smack!
Hayato slapped his thigh hard.
What was he thinking?!
This time, Hayato did not need to pass through the New York Sanctum. He appeared directly in Ancient One's reception room at Kamar-Taj.
Mordo received Hayato and bowed with aristocratic grace. If not for the obvious dark circles under his eyes, everything would have been perfect.
Take note!
Mordo was a Black man.
Of course, the constitution did not say Black people could not have dark circles.
It was just that—
Just as Black people's teeth tended to look whiter, dark circles were usually less noticeable on them. For Mordo's to be this dark, it meant his body was utterly exhausted and his mind was on the verge of collapse—or turning dark.
It gave Hayato quite a fright.
One thing was certain: as Ancient One's eldest disciple, Mordo had definitely once been one of the candidates to inherit the title of Sorcerer Supreme. He had merely lost the competition to Strange.
Come to think of it,