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The Caster looked smugly she saw her master's lost face, that was hilarious especially when she fixated at her appearance. Admittedly her clothes are inspired by what was worn in the current day but what should she do wear the boring garbs her era made?

Not by her choice, she has standards and they only got higher when she died.

Her hands began moving as she answer to her [color=ed145b][b]patron.[/b][/color] 

[b][color=ed145b]"But those are not part of criteria to be victorious, am I right?"[/color][/b]

As she listen to her patron, now named Samira introduce herself. At the same time, she masterfully manipulated her threads to create a dark cloak at first glance it appeared to be simplistic but magical detection would say that it was a Mystic Code for a lot of things.

[color=ed145b]"You don't need to worry about my thoughts on the gods, while I do desire my pound of flesh I do decide that such pettiness was not worth my time."[/color]

She tossed her cloak in the air, letting it land to Samira as it landed on her back perfectly.

Then Caster used the two two thread that remained attach to pull her into her face.

[b][color=ed145b]"As long as that faith of yours didn't bother me or my hard earned achievements. I can and will live in the same space as them."[/color][/b]

Using her own hands, she made know to make sure that cloak will stay in its place before letting go.

[color=ed145b]"That Mystic Code can take various types of attack, adjust itself for your own comfort and even provide you a rank low ranked Presence Concealment, how's that for a demonstration dear patron."[/color]