The manager nodded. “I’ve read about it in novels—pretty amazing!”
Amelia's voice was calm. “The master is wearing a Zen robe from Dragon Lake Mountain.”
The manager froze. “What do you mean?”
Amelia lifted her chin slightly. “A true Zen. Whoever crosses them will be unlucky.”
The manager stuttered, his mouth opening and closing in disbelief. “No way, Miss Amelia, I…”
“Go bring him back now. There are Zens outside novels, you know.” Amelia’s tone was relaxed. “Haven’t you seen the videos? There’s even a Zen forum happening soon.”
The manager’s eyes widened. “W-what forum?”
Is the world really this fantastical?
“It's legitimate,” Amelia said, showing him a page on her phone. “It’s an academic event. From the looks of it, this master seems to have a high status in the Zen community.”
