I see... [Say it to his face wizard boy. Matoba receives his tea with a slam of a cup and picks it up unbothered, sipping to hide his sigh. This is going to be a long afternoon.] As for myself, I will have the grilled mackerel over rice.

[Even though they had been allowed in, it didn't stop the seedy glares across the room from the Shuten oni off the clock. The muttering had already begun. What an annoyance.]

You are already making so many new friends. Well done. In any case, you have not yet guessed the final member of your ilk.

Will I have to give you another hint?