"Zoren Bullet, the prince of werewolves," Verena said, nodding to herself, still in disbelief at the sight before her. "Of course," she whispered to herself as she walked back to the counter, leaving the man behind. "Who would dress up like that just to fall asleep at the library cafe? Only an addicted roleplayer, of course.""You know that I could hear you quite clearly, right?" The man who claimed to be Zoren said this while standing far away from her. She shrugged and smiled."Super hearing too, right?" she said with a forced grin on her face. "I've seen a lot of things through every job I took; this isn't as bad anymore.""For being so talkative, you've not given me anything useful.""Alright," she said, giving him a sigh. "If you are Zoren Bullet, the prince of werewolves, then I am the princess of vampires!""Vampires exist on this world?"She rolled her eyes and sighed, "No, and that's exactly my point. Now, please give me your ID; I need to put it on the record."As she said t
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