Bab 56: Arc 6 (4). The bartender is done with rich people.

Footsteps echoed in the quiet hallway as someone walked with a fast pace.

His dark robe fluttered behind him, a silver bell hanging around his waist chiming whenever it moved against his movements.

The system of love was oblivious to the approaching figure as she reviewed a couple of documents.

Her eyes looked behind her to see System of war walking towards her with confident steps.

His long, black hair was tied into a high ponytail as countless accessories made up of silver decorated it.

Among the silver accessories, there was a golden accessory on the front of his ponytail.

The accessory was a hair clip, it was molded to form a heart with the initials WH in the middle of it.

His arms were crossed behind his back as his dark eyes stared at her.

"System of war?... I did not ever expect a visit from you" System of love frowned as she stared at the man.

"Neither have I..." System of war answered as he stepped into the room. "I have come here to ask for a... favor"