I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 3 - The Wizards Who Weren’t Supposed to Exist

Michael followed Alberta into the café with the peculiar name, Wizard, his grumbles trailing behind him.

"Coffee is coffee, no matter where you drink it. Why make such a fuss?"

"Oh, just shut up and follow me," Alberta snapped, her confidence unwavering. "My friends said this place is amazing. You'll see."

As they stepped inside, the cozy yet sophisticated atmosphere enveloped them. Michael's gaze was immediately drawn to a man behind the counter—Gin.

A knowing smirk spread across his face.

"Figures. Your friends are the type to care only about looks, huh?"

Alberta, following his line of sight, caught sight of Gin and blinked, her eyes widening slightly.

"No one told me there'd be a barista like that working here," she murmured, almost to herself.

Michael chuckled, a playful curl in his smile.

"Oh, here we go again. But I'll give you this one.

The guy is ridiculously good-looking."

"I'm getting his number," Alberta declared with certainty, her boldness sparking like fire.

"And you think he'll give it to you? A guy like that probably has an ego as big as Everest," Michael quipped, leaning back against the counter.

Alberta grinned slyly. "If a girl makes the first move, of course, he'll give it to me.

My success rate is flawless, and you know it."

Michael sighed, shaking his head.

He knew her too well. Alberta had no qualms about approaching men she fancied but never got too attached.

Her encounters were light, fleeting, and always ended before they could become significant.

"You're a menace to men.

One day, karma's going to come knocking," Michael muttered.

"A menace? I treat them so well!" Alberta shot back.

"Sure. Cruel hope."

As Michael rolled his eyes, he glanced toward Gin with a flicker of sympathy. Silently, he wished the barista luck in avoiding Alberta's web.

Alberta strode confidently to the counter, her focus fixed on Gin.

"I'd like to order from him," she said, nodding toward the man who had just captured her attention.

The current barista, Wayn, blinked in surprise, glancing back at Gin.

He had already been observing Alberta and Michael from afar, his expression calm and unreadable.

Without hesitation, he rose from his seat.

"I'll handle it," he said, his voice steady and composed.

Stepping behind the counter, Gin faced Alberta as she smiled coyly, her gaze unwavering.

"Two hot Americanos, please," she said smoothly, sliding her card forward with a business card tucked beneath it.

Gin accepted it, his gaze briefly flickering over the name printed on the card: Alberta, Manager, Special Resource Management Division, Young Corporation.

"What's this?" Gin asked, his tone indifferent.

Alberta's smile deepened, her charm radiating.

"Call me sometime. I'd love to have dinner with you. How about it?"

Gin slipped the card into his pocket without so much as a flicker of emotion.

"I'll think about it," he replied curtly.

Satisfied, Alberta turned, signaling Michael to follow as she found a seat with a clear view of Gin. Michael sighed, reluctantly taking a seat across from her.

As Gin resumed his work, the café's carefully balanced atmosphere subtly shifted. The enchantments he had woven into the space—spells designed to foster tranquility and order—trembled under the weight of Alberta's bold energy.

From within his chest, the magical core that powered him stirred.

Threads of energy unfurled like spider silk, linking to the hidden runes etched throughout the café.

With a silent command, Gin reinforced the enchantments, restoring the delicate balance.

Alberta and Michael, oblivious to the shift, continued their conversation.

"This coffee is incredible," Alberta murmured after taking a sip. Her eyes closed, savoring the complex flavors that seemed almost otherworldly.

Even Michael, who typically dismissed coffee as "bitter water," was stunned.

"Holy—this is amazing," he muttered. The drink was unlike anything he had ever tasted, an intricate blend of flavors that seemed to awaken something deep within.

Michael scanned the room, his curiosity piqued.

The other patrons appeared indifferent, as if this extraordinary coffee were nothing out of the ordinary.

"How are they not freaking out? This stuff's unreal."

Alberta smirked, her voice low. "I can't believe I didn't know about this place. I feel like I've been cheated out of life."

For Gin, the truth was clear: these two were no ordinary customers.

Six years of searching had led him to this moment. They were weak—barely more than ordinary humans with slightly elevated magical reserves.

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But their presence confirmed something vital: if weak wizards like Alberta and Michael existed, there had to be stronger ones as well.

From across the café, Gin's sharp eyes studied them.

They had no idea what they were, let alone the power they carried. If he hadn't been paying close attention, he might have overlooked them entirely.

Magic coursed through all living beings to some extent, acting as the thread that bound the physical body to the soul.

But Alberta and Michael possessed more—twice the average amount of magical energy found in ordinary people. It wasn't enough to make them powerful, but it was enough to mark them as wizards.

Gin closed his eyes briefly, his thoughts racing.

If weak wizards existed, what else might be lurking in the shadows? The hunt was only beginning.

As Alberta and Michael marveled at their coffee, oblivious to the threads of fate weaving around them, Gin silently prepared himself for the storm to come.

With each sip of coffee, Alberta and Michael couldn't contain their exclamations of delight. Their voices rose in exaggerated awe, drawing curious glances from the other patrons.

Sure, everyone agreed that Café Wizard served exceptional coffee—arguably the best in the area.

The flavors were unparalleled, sharp enough to stand out even in a blind taste test.

Despite the premium pricing, no one complained, recognizing its quality as a rare indulgence.

But the pair's reactions were far beyond what even the café's most loyal regulars would consider reasonable.

"What's with all the fuss?" someone murmured under their breath.

The comment was so quiet it shouldn't have reached anyone else's ears.

But Alberta and Michael were not ordinary people.

Their sharp gazes immediately snapped to the speaker, whose face flushed as they quickly looked away.

Alberta chuckled, the sound light and amused. Brushing the moment aside, she returned to savoring her coffee.

Today, she had found the coffee of her life.

Halfway through her cup, Alberta pulled out her phone and opened the group chat with the friends who had recommended the café.

"This coffee is incredible! I owe you all dinner for introducing me," she typed, her excitement palpable.

The replies poured in almost instantly:

"Did you see the owner?""Better than the coffee, honestly.""I wanted to talk to him, but I couldn't muster the courage.""You could pull it off, Alberta.""If you do, bring him out for drinks! Who knows what could happen?"

Alberta scanned the flood of messages, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"The owner? I haven't seen him.

But there's a ridiculously handsome barista here," she typed back. "Why is no one talking about the coffee? It's amazing!"

Her friends were quick to reply.

"The ridiculously handsome barista is probably the owner."

Alberta froze, her gaze shifting toward Gin.

The thought made her pause.

He looked far too young to be running a place like this.

Maybe he's from a wealthy family?

Even with her doubts, she couldn't entirely dismiss her friends' enthusiasm.

Gin's appearance was undeniably striking. Still, the entire chat seemed uncharacteristically fixated on him, with barely a mention of the coffee.