At the end of the hall, Ryusei made a face as he noticed the commotion.

Wizard? What was that self-called meddling magic-user doing here? The shape of him was slightly different and he'd changed color, too, but it was indubitably the guy who called himself Wizard. If he was here to collect that debt— No, that couldn't be. For one, Ryusei had never owed the flashy gemstone-man anything to begin with.

More to the point, the last and only time Ryusei had encountered Wizard had been when the mage had been offering his services to Gentarou. Maybe he knew where Gentarou was—

Ryusei took a step forward, and failed to notice the flaming varren barreling straight toward him.