TEASER CHAPTER 7 PART 14
After the meal was
over, Victor, Nozomu, and the others moved to the salon and talked among
themselves.
By the way, Mimuru,
who had been knocked unconscious by Nozomu and Shīna, was kept in a separate
room, but had now woken up and was now in the salon.
However, she was so
angry at not being able to enjoy the luxurious meal that she started devouring
the tea confectioneries prepared for others in a fit of frustration.
However, at that
moment, she was met with Shīna's icy glare, and she instantly turned tail and
raised the white flag.
By the way, the
previous remaining Mimuru's meals were all eaten by Feo.
Nozomu, for the time
being, was watching his friends while drinking the tea served to him.
Irisdina and Somia
continued to talk to Victor. Perhaps because they had not seen each other for
several years, they had a lot to talk about.
Mars was talking to
Tima, Tom, and Shīna, and they were beginning to discuss magic.
Judging from the
content of the conversation, it seemed to be about magic control. The words
"magic formation" and "Qi technique" were used
occasionally, which probably meant that the conversation was related to Mars'
combination technique.
Mars and Tom had
talked about magic from time to time, but Nozomu had the feeling that the two
were talking more than usual these days.
Feo was sitting in his
expensive-looking chair, looking up at the ceiling with a truly happy
expression on his face. He must have really enjoyed the meal served today.
He sometimes said
things like, "I have nothing left to regret," and Nozomu worried that
his happiness would be so great that his soul would be liberated.
It had been a long
time since Nozomu had had a moment of peace and quiet like this.
Before he knew it, the
cup of tea in his hand was completely gone.
"Nozomu"
After she put the
empty cup in her hand on the table for the time being, Irisdina approached
Nozomu.
"I-, Iris. Have
you done talking to Victor-san?"
"Yes. Father is
going to stay in this city for a while. So I won't have to worry about
parent-child conversations for a while."
Nozomu noticed that
Victor was no longer in the salon. He must have gone back to his room first.
Perhaps he was being
considerate. Thinking about this, Nozomu looked around the salon again.
Although not as large
as the dining room, this salon, which had a size of 20-meter squares, was also
the most magnificent one that Nozomu had ever seen.
There were ornaments
hanging on the walls. The tables and chairs were elaborately carved, and the
seats and backrests were soft and fluffy to the touch as if they were filled
with feathers.
Even Nozomu, who had
never known something like this before, could understand that all the chairs
were made by first-rate craftsmen.
