After arranging the personnel assignments, Mother Night took the cat and Deathstroke out of the Great Bathhouse. Unlike the troublesome process of getting there, she merely asked roughly about the route they had taken before, then nodded to show that she understood the situation.
She activated some sort of ability, and the next second, the two people and one cat appeared in Mr. Hunter's penthouse. The bespectacled Mage was still holding that thick Book of Magic, maintaining the Teleportation Portal.
From a certain perspective, Constantine counted as one of his teachers, but he had not learned even a bit of his sennsei's cunning and deceit. He was still an honest man, which was enough to prove that he had never slept with Zha Kang. Otherwise, he would have learned it.
That was not wrong either. This was the United Kingdom, and it was not as though two men were impossible. Those who knew, knew.
"The Book of Magic. It looks the same as ever. You've already mastered it so well at such a young age. You have talent."
The slimmer Mother Night glanced at the Mage and smiled kindly. She did not think much of a little wizard, much as she would smile at flowers and the wind.
That smile made the three layers of fat around her neck rather conspicuous. It could not be helped. Compared to how she had looked before, she really had slimmed down, but she was still quite full-figured.
Hunter was no fool. He might have been young, but he had seen plenty. The moment he saw even the cat staying half a step behind the woman, he immediately put away the book, bent at the waist, and saluted.
"Human wizard Timothy Hunter pays his respects to the Lady of the Night."
"Mm." Mother Night