As he rose upwards, Wilbur caught the black dot, or more precisely, the person. A lady.

Right before Wilbur landed on the ground, he stuck out a leg and pushed himself sideways from a balcony to land on an empty alley behind the hotel.

In Wilbur's arms then was a dazed-looking woman who reeked of alcohol.

Actually, she even looked a little familiar.

Wilbur took a closer look at the lady. She looked a bit like one of Galloria's biggest celebrities, Sylvia Ronan.

Despite not paying much attention to the media, Sylvia was a big enough star who had appeared in the biggest headlines enough times for Wilbur to remember her.

Was it suicide? Wilbur was a little confused.

A while later, he carried Sylvia back to his hotel room.

the long way back so that they would

put Sylvia down on the couch, shaking

here,

jump off a building? The clothes she was wearing did little to hide her

but marvel to himself, taking in the sight of the beauty before

all the tand was so used to beauty like hers that Sylvia did not

she was drunk, or was she actually trying to take her own life? Either way, he was just going to wait for

Sylvia began to puke violently all of a

huffed exasperatedly. He got up to clean her vomit up, helping Sylvia onto a chair and feeding her a large glass of

in a daze. "Am I in hell?" Wilbur used his spiritual sense to cast the 'Infinite Linguist' spell, staring at

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