It was a picnic invitation from Ishtar Prelati. A witch coming from the bloodline of the Grand Witch, Cyrene. That alone made the invitation stand out more than it should have.
The letter itself was straightforward. Ishtar Prelati was inviting him to Mangrove Hill, a place that wasn't open to just anyone. An exclusive property that belonged to the Grand Witch.
"Why not me…"
Faust was just standing there, clearly bothered and in disbelief.
"Wasn't I her most honorable professor…?"
But Lancel just ignored her.
"Where did I go wrong…?"
In any case, Lancel kept his attention on the letter. He unfolded it again, reading through it once more.
There wasn't much to think about.
Whether to go or not wasn't even a question.
He had to go.
Whatever Ishtar wanted, he couldn't refuse since she was already tied to her through the contract anyway.
Might as well form a decent relationship with her outside of a physical one.
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