Guest room.
Like a phantom, the black flame burned vigorously in the fireplace.
On his forehead, Han Dong had the Demon Eye, having long adapted to a life in darkness, and was now fervently writing at the matching desk and chair.
A letter was swiftly composed.
He stood and approached the bathroom door, politely knocking on the glass.
"Mary... could you deliver this letter to the proprietor for me?"
Creak~
The bathroom door opened.
Mary, her body gleaming with moisture, appeared halfway through the door.
"Deliver it to the proprietor here?"
"Hm?"
The moment Mary took the letter, it was whisked away by a miniature spatial transfer and disappeared from sight.
In such unrestricted, short-distance spatial transmissions, it was as simple as breathing for Maritzis.
"What did you write to the proprietor?"
