However.

Things change in an instant.

The 'Little Zaratul' who was in the Kingdom of Feneport one second was in Intis the next second.

Familiar riverside cafe.

Familiar seats and strong black coffee.

The difference is that this time there are two people sitting across from Him.

Two identical people.

"The tip was counterfeit."

"A monocle is glass."

"Mr. Zaratul..."

"Let's call you that."

"I'm curious."

"All over you."

"What else is true?"

‘Little Zarathu’ suddenly felt like he was mourning.

this……
Chapter completed!