Magic First, Confessions Later

Petrichor cafe. You could say that it doesn't discriminate against its customers. Letting demons, fairies, mermaids, and other magical creatures enjoy a seat at their shop.

George Davidson- a barista at the shop -is fine with this. But it's not easy to balance his two lives as a legendary Wizard and some random dude who works at a coffee shop.

Especially when a renowned Witch Hunter is hot on his trail, their true intentions nothing but a mystery.

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"U-um...do you want a green tea? S-sir?" Nervously glancing at the spear that was now embedded in the cafe counter, George held up his hands as if he was trying to placate a wild animal.

The mysterious man narrowed his eyes.

"...how much for it?"