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Chapter 5: " You'll be back~"

Hello minna!

To get straight to the point...

How in the hell did this happen guys?!

I mean!

Look!

I updated ONCE!

And the reading views went up OVER 4,100!!!

How the hell did you guys do it?!

-Cries quietly happily-

Guys you have no idea how I felt when I looked at the screen in the morning. Really and truly, I do not deserve this... You readers are so special to me. Not special because of this book, but because of your support and being yourself.

Thank you guys so much... you are my family. I hope you are okay with that. I love you people. This is true love that is coming out of my heart everyone.

Anyhoo~

I'm guessing that you know what is going to happen by the picture above, huh?

I know y'all do not want to read all of this. Sorry.

So... Ready for a new chapter?!

Hope so!

Get ready!

Get set!

Get to reading!

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Chapter 5

-Third Person POV-

The tavern, that has now been promoted to the word guild, was slowly calming down from the past week with Twilight Ogre. 

Well, Romeo was still furious. 

The wall that was destroyed into pieces is now back together how it was before with the help of Jet and Macao along with Reedus materialized wood planks with his painting skills. Which came in handy so the guild wouldn't have to buy them themselves. 

Almost all of the mages had hanging heads all except for Reedus that glanced at the unconscious figure, (Y/N), painting her on a new canvas. But he was still not as into the painting as he usually is. 

Kinana was wiping a plate clean as she stared down at the counter; her eyes clouded as she thought.

For once, Droy was not eating to his full. In fact, the table didn't have a single piece of a crumb laying on it. Jet sat next to his giant partner and friend, slouching slightly.

And of course, Wakaba was smoking up his pipe as he normally did. His thoughts were stuck on about his hair, long gone much to his disagreement. Macao held a glass mug that was half-full of the guild's booze. 

Max, Warren, Bisca, and Alzack all sat at a table not so far from the others.

I guess it's safe to say that they aren't in a good mood...