Standing still in En's mansion entrance hall, Fujita was fidgeting like never before, eyes lowered on the ground. Saying he was nervous would be an euphemism.

The sorcerer he had been working with for months was dead, brutally slashed by that weird lizard man, and En had assigned him a new partner. Someone he had never met before.

Needless to say, this was a recipe for disaster for the poor man's nerves.