(PS: I know everyone's been pretty upset, and I'm truly sorry. It's not that I've been slacking off; I'm away from home and often have to accompany my parents, so I can't stay in the place I rented all the time. That's why there have sometimes been only one update a day. I'm really sorry. Once this month is over and the trip ends, I'll work hard on updating after I return to Chongqing. These days, all I can do is try not to miss updates. Whenever I'm back at the rental, I'll try to post two updates a day and write more. My sincere apologies once again.)
"...So both your Master and mine have vanished?"
A handsome but unkempt man in ancient Han-style robes was gnawing on a roast chicken while holding a longsword. As he ate, he spoke to a man in the distance who was studying a huge pile of modern firearms.
"They're gone, but they haven't disappeared."
This man looked equally unkempt. He wore frayed denim, a large hat, and a scruffy beard. As he spoke, he remained focused on the Desert Eagle in his hand.
The man in Han robes paused before replying, "True. If they had truly disappeared, the two of us would have vanished as well. The flow of mana is still there, proving they're merely missing rather than gone. But we can't even sense the Command Spells anymore... How strange. Is this the effect of the Second Magic?"
The cowboy was a man of few words and merely continued fiddling with his firearm.
The man in Han robes was easygoing by nature and did not get angry at being ignored. He chuckled and lowered his head to continue gnawing on the roast chicken.
Then, both men froze at the same time. They