A stocky middle-aged man carrying a case appeared behind the two of them. He had a square face, wore black-rimmed glasses, and fixed his gaze unblinkingly on the red-haired girl.
The red-haired witch stared back at him with an equally unyielding gaze.
"Weren't you going to Rome? What are you doing here?" The man's voice was deep and resonant, seemingly brimming with power.
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