There was no one else in the cafe.
Everyone had been staring at the regressor as he slowly stepped inside. Like a doll, I had had him dressed up in clothes from the same store from before, the Teresita Boutique. The owner had become quite smitten with him, and when we reduced the amount of haggling, she only become more and more happy.
Naturally, even now, there was no denying the regressor's looks. A white turtleneck and a long black coat, his hands gloved and hugging his feet were black chinos. The semi-formalness of his outfit, coupled with his looks that could make sculptors commit suicide, was enough to make the most commanding presence inside.
No. It wouldn't be done with just looks alone.
He had taken my words to heart and was being the coolest he could.
"Is he the one…?" The Colonel of the Sunflower Army spoke in a tone much quieter than he had been taking all this while, a proof of how much the Regressor's presence affected them,
My plan had worked.
Multiple thoughts had been in my head, from the fact that they might know Ativan by some miracle, all the way to the fact, that how risky and trash it was for two people to be the ones that could bring a change in the tower.
For two unique people were not truly unique.
They were replaceable by one another.
That is why, it was less risky to have only one person at the top.
I should have taken it? That was useless too. Lutein had built many enemies throughout the course of just half a hundred chapters. It was because of his personality, sure, but his position was influential too.
In that case, putting the one I didn't mind dying on a riskier post was only natural. Any brave When a roof falls, you just had to fix it or make a new one.
The regressor was the roof.
But I?
I had to be a pillar.
So that even if I fall. I take the entire building with me.
"He seems to be the one…" the wizard spoke too, her know-it-all haughty attitude nowhere to be seen.
The regressor nodded at the employee of the cafe, and looked at us…
Good job, regressor. Very good job. He was playing the role of an enigmatic crusader to a T.
And then went and sat on a different seat.
"I guess he's not the one."
"Oh, we were scared for nothing. He's super hot though, Mignon get me his number."
"I admit I swing both ways, but this might be too tall an order for me, Livi. Wiz-wiz you go."
"Not my type. I like the bad boys."
REGRESSSORRRRR!
Did this bitch think I couldn't see his feet trembling?! This socially anxious bastard, was he playing with me? I took in a breath and held my rage in. This was still salvageable.
I adjusted my coat and stood up.
All of them turned to me.
"What's the deal, Ativan von Carley?" The wizard asked, her bothersome tone returning. "Can't stay for the fun."
The regressor was looking my way. Even if he was scared, his eyes and looks remained.
"I am just not a fool. That man is calling us to be on his terms. He must have booked this place."
I knew that because I did that. I had also told the staff who all will be coming in here, through one of my cronies, of course, which was why they were surprised. A top-tier cafe's employees won't be shocked after seeing big names. But they would be when a no-name could summon them.
Nice enough save.
Realization dawned on all of them.
The wizard looked at the employee at the helm who nodded back at her.
Mignon giggled.
"Funny guy," he said as he walked past even me and over to the regressor. All of us followed, the Dark Blade at the end who was the most skeptical of the group.
"Sup, dude!" Mignon said to the regressor. "Quite the weird way to show your power, huh?"
Poor little regressor did not say a word and only pointed ahead.
Mignon shut up and took a seat.
For as intimidating he seemed, I knew. I knew damn well…
The regressor wanted to go home.