Meteor Red?
The two were taken aback, and the golden mask laughed, "That name doesn't quite fit; she's not a meteor, she's already a constant star. Her brilliance will outlast any dynasty... Get me a drink too."
"No." The bartender turned away, "You just stood by and watched, I remember. Once I become Holy Domain, I'll come knocking for advice, so you better wash your neck and wait!"
"Yeah, yeah." The wolf-clad youth added fuel to the fire, "I've always heard you're the noble's model, but I didn't expect you to stand idly by—I'm very disappointed."
"I thought about helping, but I figured it might ruin your fun, miss." The golden mask chuckled, "You seemed ready to counterattack just now, right? You appear quite adept at handling situations like this."
The bartender blinked, "No, how could you say that? I'm just a cute and weak water mage."
The wolf-clad youth laughed, "So you mean I'm meddling? No wonder you're that person's friend, truly can't underestimate you."
