The door to Tate's Wand Store swung open, and a figure appeared at the entrance. With the dim light, Arthur could clearly see it was Tate—looking exactly as he remembered from his previous encounters.
Even more so, his smile was brighter.
However, in the dim light, this kind of smile instinctively repelled Arthur.
It wasn't that the smile wasn't sincere or seemed masked.
On the contrary, the smile was very genuine, so much so that it was devoid of any falsehood.
And looking at such a smile, Arthur rather wished it contained some deceit.
Because…
It would seem more human.
"Guest, welcome!"
"What do you need?"
Tate asked earnestly, his smile genuine.
"Nothing."
"No need."
"Thanks."
Arthur replied very quickly and tapped on the carriage, signaling the coachman to leave immediately.
However, the expected sound of reins shaking did not occur.
