"Your reaction isn't quite right." Leisurely massaging his long and slim fingers, Asda observed Thales' reaction. "The air pressure in your body is changing rapidly…"
"Giza Streelman," the Air Mystic repeated flatly. "Why, does this name trigger some memories?"
'Giza.
'The Blood Mystic.'
Thales' expression varied as recalled his unusual experience in the birch tree forest. It was a combination of anxiety, fright, terror, disgust, abnormality and mania.
There was also what that unreasonable woman said before disappearing into the darkness.
'"I definitely will not let you suffer."'
Pale-faced, the Prince of Constellation was jolted out from the past. Raising his head, he looked at Asda as he sighed and nodded.
"Not long ago, I had a relaxed and friendly conversation with your dearest Miss Giza, who is widely rumored to be one of Blood Bottle Gang's bosses," Thales said listlessly.
