Backlund, Cherwood Borough.
Inside a rented apartment.
Fors checked her disguise.
Xio had arranged the disguise for her.
At the moment, Fors looked completely different from usual in temperament.
Moreover, Xio had raised the soles of her shoes, making her slightly taller than usual.
Fors suspected that Xio often made disguises like this.
Because her movements when padding the shoes had been far too practiced.
However.
Fors greatly doubted whether such a disguise could fool an Angel.
Fool Mr. Chariot.
Yes, Chariot of the Tarot Club.
Today, her teacher Dorian had brought the item Mr. Chariot needed to Backlund.
Fors had already notified that gentleman.
They had arranged to meet tonight.
This was Fors's first time seeing Mr. Chariot in reality, her first time seeing an Angel.
A living Angel!
She was extremely nervous.
She had already drunk her third cup of water tonight.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
Fors took a long breath, then made herself smile.
She opened the door.
She saw a gentleman standing outside.
He wore a half-height silk top hat and formal attire, like any gentleman commonly seen throughout Loen.
However, with war raging everywhere in Backlund, not many people could still maintain such a respectable appearance.
Looking at the gentleman again.
His features were flat and utterly ordinary.
He did not look like an Angel at all.
Fors tentatively asked, "You are?"
"Good evening, Miss Magician." The gentleman removed his hat and smiled slightly.
Fors no longer had any doubts. She hurriedly lifted her skirt and curtsied. "Good evening, Mr. Chariot."
She looked up at the gentleman again and carefully said, "Allow me to take you to see my teacher."
She had originally worried that this Angel would be displeased.
After all, having an Angel go see her teacher instead of