"Re-report!!"
An urgent sound of footsteps echoed from outside the door, soon followed by a porcupine-like white-haired Warlock barging into the second floor of Sakura Pub, into the meeting hall of the Jini Wizard Group.
"Insolence!"
The Sage's attendant furiously flipped open the Law book in his hand, his other hand already pressing onto the frog inside his pocket, preparing to teach this rash intruder a lesson.
The Wizard group of the North District was still a fledgling organization. Its predecessor, the Tricksters, had been accustomed to freedom in their daily lives, and their understanding of rules was on par with that of the old-school Gypsy wizards. Even though they revered power and obeyed the strong, expecting them to adhere to the intricate audience protocols like the Wizards of the Moon Council would require a prolonged period of adjustment and familiarity.
The intruding Warlock realized his mistake. His face turned pale, resembling the color of his hair.
