The Circus.
After the Demoness incident ended, there were no new assignments. Today was also the Circus's day off, with no demanding performances to put on.
The members of the Circus team settled into a peace they had not enjoyed in a long time.
The Magician also felt a rare moment of leisure. He picked up the coffee beside him and took a sip, his eyes fixed on the notebook on his desk.
He had heard of this notebook from the Antigonus Family, and he was well aware of the consequences it might bring.
He read it very carefully, even using a page-turning rod to turn the pages, afraid that the slightest trace of excess spirituality might touch it.
In a few days, when their assignment ended, they would take the notebook back and hand it over. He intended to spend these last few days studying it.
"Boss!"
Hearing his subordinate's voice, the Magician frowned slightly. He gently closed the book, displeased.
He disliked being disturbed during these rare moments of peace.
"Boss, you're reading that book again?" The Clown smiled.
"Yes. We have to hand it over in another two days."
"Come to think of it, things went pretty smoothly that night. I thought we'd have a tough fight on our hands." The Clown looked nostalgic.
The night they obtained the notebook had been quite extraordinary. None of the Circus team had expected the Nighthawks and the Secret Order to leave each other badly injured. They had seized the notebook with almost no effort.
"Still, that Nighthawk captain was fairly capable." Recalling the assignment, the Magician suddenly voiced his admiration.
"Really?" The Clown was curious. His boss rarely praised an enemy.
"He managed to mount an effective counterattack despite being wounded. If I hadn't been prepared, he would have