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

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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." 1 : A Chance Encounter... with Wicked Lord Shingan

As Yuuta approached, the figure’s head snapped toward him. Her golden-yellow eye narrowed with a terrifying intensity. Should we continue the story with together, or

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?" "I have no idea what you’re talking about

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?"

He sighed, the weight of his umbrella feeling a little lighter. "Fine, 'Wicked Lord Shingan.' If the boundary is closed, is there a... detour? One that doesn't involve being consumed by the Void?"