"Good evening, Lord Sin Eater."
Beneath the Bat Mask, Patrick showed no trace of panic or fear. He was excited. A Secret Society with a Grand Wizard at its helm was exactly the kind of Secret Society he wanted to join!
This was the atmosphere an ancient wizarding organization with centuries of history ought to have!
Seated high on his obsidian chair, Zheng Qing watched the newly arrived Lucifer bow respectfully. A faint glimmer of red crossed his eyes, and he saw straight through the Bat Mask to the nervous, excited face beneath it.
It took no special technique. Simply tracing Patrick's aura back through the settled Timeline, Zheng Qing caught a glimpse of Matthew Callan handing over the role to him. Looking further back, he saw Sir Friedman chatting with Matthew in a lounge.
They really were a flock of bats.
The Young Legendary mused to himself, the corner of his mouth lifting. He had once wondered whether anyone he knew belonged to the Seven Deadly Sins. Now he had his answer.
Then his thoughts took a more wistful turn.
When Zheng Qing had first entered university, Sir Friedman had been someone he could only look up to. Now he was no more than a series of images along the Timeline, images Zheng Qing could leaf through or erase at will.
How things had changed.
Perhaps Zheng Qing had been silent too long. "Lucifer" was growing stiff from holding his bow. Behind the long table, the other three devils held their breath and stole cautious glances at him, wondering what the lord on the high seat found displeasing about Lucifer.
Zheng Qing came back to himself.
He chuckled.
"Sorry, my mind wandered for a moment... Have a seat."
He waved a hand, and Patrick sat down in a high-backed