The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

"Oh?"

Sophie's pointed ears twitched slightly as she gracefully took a step forward, seemingly intimate, but actually cornering the guest.

"Intelligence?" she chuckled softly, her voice as clear as a silver bell, yet carrying a hint of cold sharpness. "Your tone is quite interesting."

The guest was startled by Sophie's sudden approach and instinctively took a step back, his back already pressed against the cold wall: "W-what do you mean by this?"

Sophie did not answer, but instead acted with lightning speed.

Her movements were as graceful as a dance, yet with a deadly precision. Grabbing the customer's wrist with her left hand and simultaneously supporting her shoulder with her right, she executed a swift over-the-shoulder throw, pinning the customer to the ground. Then, she stomped on her.

The wide-brimmed hat rolled to one side.

"Know your place." Sophie maintained her elegant posture, her voice soft yet carrying undeniable authority. "Don't think you have the right to order me around, understand?"

"I...I understand." The guest finally gave in, a hint of reluctance in his voice. "I just came to receive information..."

Sophie then released her grip, stood up gracefully, as if nothing had happened.

She took out her notebook, tore out a page, and handed it to the guest:

"This is what I observed today. Also, don't come to see me so frequently. Don't come if there's nothing wrong."

The guest took the note, straightened her disheveled skirt, and a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes.

But under Sophie's robotic, precise smile, he still backed down: "I...I understand."

"That's good." Sophie nodded with a smile, as if they had just been discussing the weather. "Welcome to Miracle Workshop again next time. And remember to buy some souvenirs next time. It's not a good habit to leave empty-handed."

The guests left in a hurry, the sound of high heels echoing on the floor in the empty workshop.

Sophie stood at the door, watching the guest's figure disappear around the corner of the street.

She turned back to the display case, her fingers gently tracing the glass surface, a thoughtful look flashing in her blue eyes.

"Keep an eye on Elena... and her detective agency..."

Then Sophie looked towards the door again, ready to welcome new guests at any moment. Real, dear guests.

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the other side.

X stood in front of the Royal Magic Association, gazing up at the magnificent building.

Located in the heart of St. James's, London, the association's exterior is adorned with intricate stone lines, and its arched windows are carved with mysterious runic patterns. The roof, covered in dark green tiles and featuring several spires, exudes solemnity and mystery.

In fact, from Axe's current perspective, the building's exterior is nothing new.

"So this is the Royal Magic Association," X muttered to himself, taking a deep breath before pushing open the heavy wooden door with the fairy.

He was actually ready to enter a state of full regeneration at any time.

But thinking about it carefully, if even the Holy Path Society couldn't detect the problem with my body, the Magic Association probably wouldn't be able to either.

Inside the door was a spacious hall with magnificent chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling.

Unsurprisingly, portraits of magic masters from various dynasties hung on the dark wooden wall panel to the side.

In the center of the hall stood a huge reception desk, behind which stood a receptionist dressed in a formal black suit, intently organizing a thick stack of parchment documents.

"Good morning, sir." Noticing the visitor, the receptionist looked up, offering a polite and professional smile. "How may I help you?"

"I am X, uh, Deacon Samuel sent me," X replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Axe. Deacon Samuel informed us that we've been waiting for you." The receptionist flipped through the register. "Please wait a moment while I process your registration."

"Um, may I ask why Deacon Samuel sent us here...?"

"Oh, I see. Sir, you are now an unofficial member of the Holy Path Society, so you need to register as a magic user. We usually call it magician registration."

No, when did I become an unofficial member of the Holy Way Society?

What is Deacon Samuel thinking?

Just as Ax was about to ask a question, he found himself being tugged at by Elena's sleeve.

Then Elena leaned close to X's ear and whispered:

"Only mages of the Holy Order and the Royal Magic Association are allowed to use 'doors.' This is a rule from a long time ago."

So I'm here to complete the formalities?

X finally understood why he had come.

Thinking about it, it makes sense. The "door" connects to the Rain World, which is a very dangerous place, and even the things inside are dangerous.

If this "gate" is really misused... something terrible might actually happen. Perhaps something like this has happened in the past, which is why this regulation exists.

Knowing the purpose of his visit, X relaxed.

He looked around and found that the walls on both sides of the hall were covered with all sorts of strange magical artifacts and ancient scrolls.

Several mysterious statues stood in the corner, seemingly some kind of guardian deity. A faint herbal scent and an indescribable energy fluctuation permeated the air, filling the space with a sense of mystery and pleasure.

"Mr. Ex, please have a seat here. Are you familiar with the background and purpose of the Royal Magical Association?"

The receptionist led him to a desk on the side, preparing a registration form while asking him questions.

"I know some of it, but not very comprehensively," Ax replied, feigning honesty.

The receptionist nodded and began to explain, "The Royal Magical Society was officially established in 1800, making it the oldest and most authoritative magical research organization in Britain. Of course, this is only the date of its official establishment."

"In fact, our predecessor can be traced back to the Hermes Gold Saints, a secret organization dedicated to exploring supernatural phenomena and esoteric knowledge."

"The Hermes Gold Saints?" Ex asked curiously.

“Yes,” the receptionist continued, “the Hermes Gold Saints were originally founded in 1668 by William Win Wescott and his partners. Their combat magic curriculum was based on a highly dubious ‘code manuscript,’ allegedly containing coded doctrines of an ancient German Brotherhood of Rossocles. Although the organization later split, its core principles were inherited and developed by our Royal Magical Society…”

Ex wasn't actually interested in the establishment of this modern magic association.

If fairies have truly existed since ancient times, then magic must have a very long history. In comparison, this magic association is still a newborn. It lacks that sense of historical weight.

But the receptionist didn't understand Ax's thinking; he continued his tireless explanation:

"...In short, we are currently committed to three main goals. First, to research and record various magical phenomena to establish a systematic magical knowledge system; second, to cultivate talented mages and ensure the inheritance of magical skills; and finally, to maintain order in the magical world and prevent the abuse of magic."

"To use something you might be familiar with, the barrier magic used by the Holy Path Society is also a result of our research. Our core research focuses on general-purpose magic that can be used by most people and fairies."

Oh, I understand now.

"But becoming a mage isn't easy, is it?" Ex asked again.

"Of course, the prerequisite for becoming a magician is that you must sign a contract with a fairy. Not the kind of written contract we have, but a real magical contract."