Chapter 930. The Limits of Pressure (Teaser)
A petite figure, dressed in a slim, black mage’s robe with a comically oversized hat drooping well past her head, sat quietly at a pub downing her drink.
Despite her small stature, which made her appear far too young to be drinking, the depth in her uncovered eye carried a weight that far surpassed that of most adults.
Gulp… Gulp…
"Hey, missy. Everyone else is gone. How much longer are you planning to drink?" asked the old bartender.
"Mind your own business."
"Huh… Well, I’ll keep serving since you’ve paid, but I’ve never seen a young woman drink as much as you in all my life.”
"I don’t get drunk."
"Eh?"
The old man paused, looking at her more closely. She tilted her head back, chugging her beer with the calm expression of someone who had lived far too long.
"I can’t even taste it."
"Hmm… You feeling unwell? This here is one of Atrellia’s finest brews, fermented with mana stones."
"Bartender, fill ‘er up.”
"Well, aren’t you bold, drinking like this in the dead of night? What if you run into trouble? You look like you’re a little lady from a good family."
"A good family… hah."
The woman chuckled futilely.
"Old man."
"Huh?"
"Ring me up.”
She reached into her robe, pulled out something, set it on the bar and left.
"What is this…?"
What she left wasn’t ordinary currency. It was a small magic stone, glowing faintly.
"Hey, wait! A magic stone? You can’t pay with something like this!"
At his shout, the woman paused, glancing over her shoulder. The man froze under her strange gaze, mixed with sorrow and menace.
"It’s enough."
"Huh? What’re you talking about? Magic stones are controlled...
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