The next morning, the sun was bright.
Around nine in the morning, Colin arrived at Darren's Commission.
He wore a simple white mask that covered only his eyes and nose; an invisible force enveloped his entire body, preventing others from discerning his true appearance and aura.
The witch at the commission led him outside to a black carriage.
The meeting location wasn't at this base but somewhere else.
It wasn't particularly for secrecy, as Colin, sitting in the carriage, could still clearly sense the direction and distance it traveled.
It was merely a change of meeting place.
About ten minutes later, the carriage slowly stopped, and Colin stepped down to see an ordinary residence... perhaps temporarily rented?
The witch from Darren's Commission did not enter with him; under the guidance of a maid, Colin walked through the front yard and finally met the client of this exclusive mission in the living room.
