```
"Boss, I'm ready, let's head out!"
"..."
Wayne looked at Mona speechlessly as water dripped down her neck, soaking her shirt through.
"You have thirty seconds to shake your hair dry."
"Getting right on it."
Mona closed her eyes, her body emanating a barely perceivable glow as she evaporated the moisture clinging to her.
Her control of magic power was precise, with no leakage whatsoever; even with Wayne's heightened senses, he couldn't detect any magical fluctuations right in front of him.
It wasn't magic, or perhaps...
Wayne glanced at the back of Mona's hand; she must have activated the power of the Stigmata. He spoke with a hint of acidity, "Using Heaven's power as a towel, and in front of me, no less. You really have some nerve."
Mona hung her head as if scolded and pretended to be very upset.
"Forget it, just come with me."
...