Cecilia sat obediently in the shop. Outside, the world was still frozen, the Voodoo members whose eyes had been pierced and Gregory fixed like sculptures beneath the rain curtain suspended in midair.
She had never imagined there would be so many twists and turns in a single night.
She had finally shaken off "Iron Fist" Kai Wei's pursuit, only to run headlong into the Voodoo Agency; she had nearly carved out a path to escape, only for the Saint Domain Artificer "Monarch" Gregory to descend from the sky; just when she was about to die in Azula's summer night, the devil from urban legend had appeared.
First, he had chattered on and on, trying to persuade Gregory to stop. Only after Gregory smashed his rice bowl did he fly into a rage out of embarrassment, freezing the world with an exquisite Miracle, then using simple, brutal chopsticks to punish every disrespectful person present.
Now she was sitting here waiting for noodles, while the devil hummed a song in the kitchen as he blanched them. What an unfathomable devil.
The devil did not keep Cecilia waiting for long. He soon came over carrying two bowls of noodle soup. "I've eaten here several times, so I should be able to make it properly. Their broth really is pretty good."
Cecilia had just reached for the chopsticks when the devil raised a hand to stop her. "Did you wash your hands?"
Cecilia looked down at herself. She was covered in mud and blood, and even her metallic silver hands had almost turned black. But she had long since grown used to eating in harsh environments; working for the agency was no picnic. Still, under the devil's urging, she obediently went to the washroom to wash her hands. When she looked up and saw