113: Best served cold - part 2

"You just wait. We're not finished yet."

Quince tried to reach out to the familiar silhouette but he was unable to. The magic energy around him was vivid and it lashed out at him.

The next time he opened his eyes, he was sleeping inside his room. It seemed as if he just had a vivid dream he could not shake off.

He had seen that blue-haired lady as well as her companion in his dream as well.

But the offset things had been his and Clove's game. They appeared to be older than their current self.

"Quince, can I come in? I have some things I want to discuss with you."

It was Clove who asked. It irked him how she ignored all social antiquated and sought him out in the middle of the night.

It would not be a problem for her but Quince would be left with a tone of rumors to clear in her name. He dreaded thinking about the nagging he will have to face because of this.

"What is it, Clove? Can it not wait until morning? And how many times do I need to tell you not to come here at night?"