177 Anti-magic

After an hour of talking with Seven, Yman was about to leave, but suddenly a group of people came inside the pub.

He went back to his seat and did not move as to not get anyone's attention to him and even holding his breath.

"Welcome--" Seven greeted the newcomers but stopped when she noticed they went directly to where Crimson was currently sitting like a statue. 'Hmm, I thought he already left.'

She felt Crimson was a little mysterious. But it was kind of him to lead her here. Though it's kinda weird that they had to run to come here.

Crimson was stiffly sitting with beads of sweat noticeable on his face and the back of his head.

"....."

She wondered what's going on.

Yman on the other hand though, 'How did they figure that I'm here...?'

Sistela flew and landed on his shoulder. <Partner, aren't they the people who are looking for molester?> She said in silence.