Perhaps he had noticed the young wizard's sudden gaze.
The Quill Pen in the hand of the wizard clad in a black cloak paused slightly. The broad hood slowly turned toward Zheng Qing and lingered for several seconds.
The consequence of so much moonlight gathering over the battlefield was the especially stark contrast between light and shadow throughout the garden. The area where the spectators stood was extremely dim, so even with that hood facing Zheng Qing directly, he could see only a blurry patch of blackness, unable to make out the face beneath it.
"Sir!"
Since he had already been discovered, Zheng Qing no longer bothered with stealth. Keeping his eyes fixed on the other party, he shoved his way toward him and shouted, "Please wait! Great Sage Colmar has a few questions she'd like to ask you!"
Colmar, standing behind the boy, tilted her head with a puzzled look, but wisely said nothing. Instead, she followed the young publicly funded student's gaze.
Then she frowned slightly.
Because even with an Archwizard's eyesight, she could not see through the identity of the wizard beneath that cloak.
At that moment, the spectators' attention was focused on the battle in the arena. Even if they heard Zheng Qing shouting, they spared little attention for it, much less made way for him. Zheng Qing stumbled after the figure, helplessly watching the black-cloaked wizard put away his clipboard, raise a hand to tug lightly at his hood as if saluting the owner of the Sakura Tavern, then drift upward. Like a patch of shadow, he vanished into the darkness along the tavern's outer wall in an instant.
"Don't chase him. That wizard is dangerous."
Just as Zheng Qing squeezed free of the crowd and was about to continue the pursuit, he heard Colmar's