1 : A Chance Encounter... With Wicked Lord Shingan Official

"Got it," Yuuta said, walking past her. "Thanks for the warning."

She regained her composure, pulling her eyepatch snug. A small, triumphant smirk played on her lips. "Follow the ley lines three blocks west. But beware—the convenience store on the corner is a front for the Ethereal Bureau." 1 : A Chance Encounter... with Wicked Lord Shingan

The girl took a dramatic step forward, her hand flying to her eyepatch. "Foolish mortal! You gaze upon the . My Tyrant’s Eye perceives the mana fluctuations you leak like a wounded beast. You... you bear the mark of the Black Flames, don't you?" "Got it," Yuuta said, walking past her

Yuuta froze, a cold sweat breaking out on his neck. Not because he was afraid of a magical threat, but because the "Dark Flame Master" inside him recognized a kindred spirit—one he was trying desperately to bury. "Uh, look, I’m just trying to get to the station. Is there a parade or something?" "Follow the ley lines three blocks west

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Yuuta’s heart skipped. She couldn't know. It’s just a coincidence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just a normal high schooler."

A sudden gust of wind caught her umbrella, nearly turning it inside out. She stumbled, her cool exterior cracking for a split second as she scrambled to regain her footing. In that moment of vulnerability, Yuuta didn't see an omen of doom—he saw a girl who was just as lonely and imaginative as he used to be.