The Lost Club.
Six months after Victor first met Aphrodite.
He was met with an unpleasant surprise.
"Witch, I need something from you..." Looking at the woman in a Greek dress and long pink hair, Victor's face distorted visibly.
"Geh…"
"What do you mean 'Geh'? It looks like you're not happy to see me." Aphrodite spoke with a pout on her face.
"...It's just your imagination." Victor quickly turned around and tried to leave the office.
...Yes, he tried.
Aphrodite touched his shoulder, and with a gentle smile on her face, she said, "Since we haven't seen each other in a while, how about we talk a little?"
"I refuse." Victor spoke without turning around, and opened the door.
"Hahahaha~, no need to be shy, come on, come on, come talk to me!" Aphrodite started pulling Victor back.
"I refuse." Victor kept trying to get out of the office.
'Ugh, why does he refuse to talk to me so much?'