The eleventh Monday, evening, Pedestrian Street, Beta Town, Wander Bar.
Student Union work had delayed her a little. By the time Colmar arrived at Wander Bar, it was already a quarter past eight.
The Big Frog at the entrance yawned boredly, hoping today's work would end soon. So when it saw the witch, it was not in a very good mood. While checking her Invitation Letter, it deliberately chewed for a while longer, leaving the entry token the witch received coated in a thick layer of slime.
Colmar did not care at all. She did not even take a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe the silvery-white token. Instead, she grabbed it directly and casually rubbed it against her skirt.
"The Wanderer Wizard is inside, right?" She gave the Big Frog a cold glance and asked hurriedly.
The Big Frog seemed frightened by the witch's gaze. It quickly swallowed its tongue, nodded repeatedly, and muttered, "Yes." But the witch did not have the patience to listen closely to its mumbling. She pushed open the door and walked straight into Wander Bar.
The Big Frog let out a soft breath behind her.
Since it was a school day, there were not many customers in Wander Bar. The few young wizards present all wore hoods, hiding their faces in deep shadow, as though doing so would let them indulge in their depravity with a clearer conscience.
Noticing the witch who had just entered, several young wizards seemed to want to greet her. But when they got a proper look at her face, they all abandoned the thought and shrank back into their booths, tugging their hoods lower.
Colmar, the eccentric vice president of First University's Student Union, was not someone many male students dared to set their sights on.
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