I Am A Wizard Who Can Travel Between Earth And The Other World-Chapter 103 - 105 The Party Begins

"I didn't expect to see you here. I thought parties like this wouldn't be your thing," Gin said with mild surprise.

Owen Frieden smiled faintly, his demeanor calm yet curious.

"Well, it's not a matter of liking or disliking them. This is actually my first time attending one. And when I heard you'd be here, I thought I'd check it out for myself."

He glanced around the venue, his keen eyes taking in the sights and sounds before nodding thoughtfully.

"It's certainly… intriguing."

His gaze shifted between Andrella Willex, Gin, and Kyrie Lynchfield.

Interest glimmered in his eyes, as if he were assessing the dynamic between the three. Eventually, his focus settled on Kyrie.

"Didn't think you were one for these kinds of events either," he remarked, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His eyes sparkled with a knowing look that made Kyrie momentarily flinch.

"I was curious too," she replied, regaining her composure. She cast a brief glance around the party, as if to emphasize her point, then nodded.

"It's... amusing."

Kyrie observed their interaction with curiosity and spoke up.

"So, you two know each other?"

Owen chuckled softly.

"We've been rivals for as long as I can remember."

"Rivals? Like childhood friends?"

Owen shook his head.

"Not quite. We never actually met as children. We only ever heard stories about one another. Isn't that right?" His gaze shifted back to Kyrie.

She gave a wry nod.

"Exactly. I probably vowed to defeat you a thousand times without even knowing your face."

Gin began piecing their relationship together.

It seemed their families had pitted them against each other, using rivalry as a tool to push them to greater heights.

Yet, despite this history, there was a peculiar lack of animosity between them—almost a reluctant camaraderie.

"You two seem to get along surprisingly well," Gin noted.

Both Owen and Kyrie immediately shook their heads in unison.

"Absolutely not."

"Not at all."

Their synchronized denial was so vehement, yet so poorly convincing, that it only reinforced Gin's suspicions.

Andrella Willex, who had been standing quietly between them, suddenly took charge.

"Why don't we head inside and find a place to sit? It's too crowded here," she suggested, her voice warm and inviting.

She led the group further into the estate, guiding them to a section near the pool where tables and a bar were set up. The atmosphere here was more relaxed, with softer music and a quieter ambiance. Guests could enjoy drinks and conversation without shouting over the noise.

As they walked, Gin's magical senses detected subtle enchantments woven into the area. Sound filtration wards selectively muted the music and provided protection against any sonic-based attacks.

It appeared that the estate's defenses had been cleverly incorporated into the party design.

The four of them soon found seats at a table, each with a drink in hand. For Owen and Kyrie, the party itself held little appeal. Their real interest lay in Gin.

Meanwhile, Andrella saw this as her opportunity to strengthen ties with both of them.

It was a rare convergence of individuals who rarely indulged in such social gatherings.

The three turned their attention to Gin, silently observing him as if gauging his thoughts.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Feel free to enjoy the party if you want," Andrella offered, her tone light. She had hired Gin as her partner for the evening, but if he wished to roam the event on his own, she wouldn't stop him.

Gin shook his head.

"I'm fine here. Honestly, this place suits me better."

His response earned smiles from the group, and the tension eased. Casual conversation followed, with each person sharing updates on their lives and exchanging pleasantries.

Andrella proved adept at keeping the dialogue flowing, ensuring no one was left out.

She read the room masterfully, adjusting the mood as needed.

Gin found himself talking more than he expected, though he remained cautious, skillfully steering the conversation away from sensitive topics.

The discussion shifted naturally until Owen brought up something that piqued interest.

"I heard you moved recently."

"Yes. It was necessary," Gin replied simply.

In truth, he had wanted a proper base of operations—a place where he could establish both a home and a research lab.

Part of him had also been curious to experience life in a grand estate. Such luxuries hadn't mattered to him on Earth,

but in this hidden world, his desires and impulses seemed to surface more freely. Whether due to the nature of the magical energies around him or something deeper, he couldn't say.

Owen and Kyrie listened intently as Gin described his new residence.

Their eyes sparkled with an unmistakable sense of intrigue, as if they had something in mind.

Eventually, Gin sighed, recognizing the unspoken request behind their eager expressions.

"I suppose I should invite you both over sometime.

Owen, you've helped me out a lot, so it's only fair."

Owen waved a hand dismissively, though his smile betrayed his excitement.

"Help? I didn't do much.

But now you've made me curious. I'd love to see where you live."

"Why don't we check our schedules, then? I'm free anytime, so let me know what date works for you, and I'll host."

"Sounds like a plan," Owen Replied with enthusiasm.

"Don't expect too much, though. The food might be basic, but I'll treat you to my special coffee recipe," Gin added with a grin.

"Coffee?" Owen's interest deepened, his eyes glinting with curiosity.

Before he could respond further, Kyrie interjected.

"Could I be invited too? I'd like to try that coffee as well."

Gin saw no reason to refuse and nodded.

"Of course. Let's coordinate a time."

Andrella, seizing the opportunity, eagerly raised her hand.

"I want to come too!" she declared, her wide eyes sparkling with expectation.

Gin hesitated but ultimately agreed.

"Alright… you're welcome to join."

He noticed Kyrie casting him a sharp, heated glance but chose to ignore it.

Andrella clapped her hands together and spoke quickly.

"Let's not waste time. How about tomorrow or the day after? If we delay, something might come up."

Everyone nodded in agreement, their excitement palpable.

The plans were set, the anticipation building.

This would not be just a simple visit—it marked the start of something more, a shared curiosity drawing these powerful figures together.