Chapter Ninety-Six: Protective
Gion tried to remember what he had been told about the masterful mage by his father. The key points had been he was young with a unique appearance.
They were many people who were unique here, both in hair color and anger range, so he couldn't pinpoint anybody. Also, shouldn't that masterful mage try looking for him?
"Someone had said that he stayed at the stalls, right?" Gion mumbled and moved around each stall, being careful not to hit anyone or a cut a line.
For some reasons, he was being very careful with how he spoke or acted with the people here to avoid being ostracized or publicly ridiculed.
After that crazed teacher trashed his sister and Alexandria's open hatred, Gion realized that these people didn't care that he was the son of Elder.
"Yilly, do you want to eat something?" he rubbed her neck and she purred gently. "What will you eat—"
