Cindy led Richard to a hidden bar in the infamous Shinjuku Area of Tokyo.

Somewhere along their way to this place, they encountered Ragnar who tagged along because his "guts made him to".

Letting him tag along was not really an issue, in fact, Richard saw it as a boon since having him along would be like having an extra rifle.

It was excessive but it allowed him to hide his main gun.

A good method to surprise people, it also gave the impression that Richard was reliant on Ragnar, a position which was beneficial for him as it allowed him to better experience the methods his opponents would use against different people.

"Here we are"

An unnamed bar that was hidden in a basement space.

Cindy led Richard down a staircase that didn’t catch any attention- likely due to a spell that made people naturally avoid and disregard it.

The witch entered the bar first and after he stepped into the bar-

"Oh? Now this is interesting"

Richard was shocked but he didn’t show it on his face but Ragnar didn’t even try to hide his amazement as he observed the various "customers".

"Japan is a rather mystical place, its culture and the society its non-mystical side created led to a rather unique ecosystem. In this land, mystical beings could survive even under the restrictions imposed by the Sage of the West"

Cindy explained but Richard asked her-

"Sage of the West?"

"That’s what they call Merlin"

"... a sage huh? Do they think he’s a virgin?"

"That’s a modern idea- moreover, it’s a joke a "meme", not some mystical truth"

The two had such a carefree conversation as they made their way to the bar counter.

Their presence garnered a lot of attention but the mystical beings, urban legends and ghost stories that came to life in this mystical land all avoided their gazes.

Richard observed the people in the bar and found a woman at a corner, she wore a trench coat and was rather tall for a Japanese person. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Pale white skin could be seen in the few places that were not covered by her mask, hair and coat. It was not the paleness of a corpse but the paleness that lay in between that of a corpse and the "snow white beauty standard".

Seeing the woman, Richard recalled a story that he was very familiar with and thought-

’I wonder...’

But his thoughts were interrupted by the Goddess who just HAD to speak up at that point-

[With your current state, fucking a ghost is 100% possible but the results of such a union... it’s interesting to say the least]

’I was just thinking "what if?" I’m not that horny’

[5****8]

’...’

Richard did not say anymore, the string of numbers... he didn’t know where it led to but he was sure that it was not something that good kids should be searching up.

Though the number itself won’t lead anywhere, legends who know how to use it would find something great.

Richard and Cindy finally reached the bar counter and just as they took their seats-

"Cindy and... Richard Rex?"

A woman appeared, she wore a revealing dress with two large slits on both sides. She had a head of dark pink hair and a pair of emerald green eyes.

While she was pretty, Richard didn’t wouldn’t have been affected by her but the name she used to call him-

"Yuna Seok, a fortune teller from Korea, a powerful figure in the international world of mysticism. You could also call her "bitch international " if you want"

Cindy’s words were loud and the hostility and annoyance in her voice was so strong that it almost took a physical form.

Yet, in front of her obvious verbal attack, the woman named Yuna Seok seemed unbothered as she replied.

"You don’t need to worry about me, Spawn of Merlin. I merely had a small "vision" of your visit. But... I do hope to have a proper relationship with you someday"

"Slut"

"Quiet failure"

"..."

The exchange between Yuna and Cindy was interesting, Richard wanted to learn more of their history but his mind was quickly occupied by the pink haired lady.

There were many things he wanted to say but Richard decided to skip the small talk and get straight to the point.

"You know what I’m here for right?"

"Maybe~"

"I need your help"

"It will cost you 😉"

"Anything but my sperm"

Their conversation sounded random but when you consider that the two people talking were beings who could predict the future and read people like a book... the way RIchard and Yuna communicated became less "weird" and "unnatural", instead falling closer under the being "expected".

Still, their rather "cryptic" method of communication was not an attempt to show off and more of a "necessary action" the two had to make given their situation.

Of course, if you ask Richard, he would blame Yuna who declared his identity aloud.

The other patrons would have ignored them under normal circumstances given the power and confidence that Richard and Cindy were giving off.

Moreover, the two were talking with Yuna who was obviously an important figure.

But there are things that would make even the most cowardly of souls to take a risk.

"Merlin’s Spawn"

That was a term that was rarely heard but when it did come up- everyone would immediately perk their ears to listen in.

To some, Merlin’s Spawn represented a treasure trove of mystical materials, others saw an opportunity to gain power and then there were those like Yuna who had other motives.

Whatever their reason was though, the term "Merlin’s Spawn" was sure to garner attention. Whether it was good or bad though... was quite hard to tell.

"I don’t mind supporting you but I can’t give up on your seeds. Of course, I won’t force you to become a gigolo. How about a friendship? I don’t mind giving you support in exchange for friendship"

"A favor that doesn’t involve sex"

"Deal"

The two quickly came to an agreement and shook hands.

The moment they did-

*shudder*

A jolt of electricity coursed through Richard’s body while he felt Yuna trembling in an eye-catching fashion.

His eyes were unintentionally led to her chest, her dress had a deep plunging neckline, the cut reached just below her chest making the middle part of her beast open for all to gawk at.

The moment Yuna trembled, her chest that was obviously held in place only by her dress... juggled.

It was not the extreme jiggle physics of anime and games but it was quite eye-catching given the fact that her chest was quite large.

A rather rare thing for a woman whose genetics came purely from a line that developed to have a very petite frame.

While some would argue that cultural norms and diet could change it. Genetics is ultimately the main factor that determines ones appearance- outside of literal plastic surgery that is-

But Yuna’s appearance deviates from the norm, which caught Richard’s attention but as he thought more into it-

’South Korea is well known for plastic surgery right?’

While he won’t blame or discriminate against others for going under the knife for beauty. It was one thing if it was to satisfy their own insecurities but another thing entirely if it was done for the purpose of controlling and manipulating others.

[She’s natural]

The devils whisper... Richard ignored and turned to look at the angel to his side but-

"..."

Cindy was currently wearing what others would describe as "corporate goth wear". A pure black office lady attire with a frilly blouse.

Her look made her appear more "normal" in this bar but she was now-

"What?"

She glared at Richard but the way she had unbuttoned her blouse and shifted her body to emphasize the larger size of her bust compared to Yuna was obvious.

"Heh- whose a slut again?"

"Alcohol heats the body up"

"I gave you juice"

"..."

"Kid’s shouldn’t drink alcohol"

Ignoring the battle between the two ladies, Richard turned his attention towards a different direction.

The tall woman who he had observed for a moment before had stood up and was now making her way towards their direction.

Was she going to pay her tab?

Was she going to order something?

Was she going to ask Yuna a question?

There were countless possibilities and normal people would have started to keenly observe the woman to predict her actions but-

"Something you want to ask, miss?"

Richard asked as the woman was standing right next to him.

"..."

The woman stayed silent, Richard didn’t press her and instead waited and then-

"Help, I need help"

"Oh?"

Richard had yet to let his company be known but he already got a client.

It appears that he was really fated to start this business.