"They've already left."
The owner of Gini Cottage twirled the wine glass in hand, speaking to the empty tavern. The teal liquor twirled down the sides of the glass as spherical ice cubes clinked lightly against it.
There wasn't a soul in Sakura Pub.
The wooden door upstairs was tightly closed, and after seeing off two students from First University, Korma had instructed the assistants that she needed to rest for a while, so everyone consciously lowered their voices. Through the thick door and the blurred glass windows, one could see several grey-robed figures tiptoeing past, resembling weasels stealing chickens.
"Are you planning to hide inside the mirror forever?"
Korma tapped on a piece of mirror atop the bar, urging, "I only have half an hour of rest time..."