"It would be a good way to take revenge against witches!'' She provoked him when he did not respond. He clenched his jaw but took the address and left.
The man took her to a bar where he had met those strange men. She changed her clothes and covered her hair with a cloak to hide her identity.
When she entered the bar, she noticed that everyone there was in despair. Most of them were drinking while lamenting while a few were only sitting alone and looking lifeless.
"What kind of place is this?" she could not help but ask as she sat on the corner seat near the bar counter.
"Most of them have lost their family or loved ones in the war. No one was there to protect their family from the use of Beryllium or the witches were dragged innocently while they did not take part in the war yet were blamed and executed.
