Whisker couldn't agree with Seika's optimistic outlook, having witnessed the selfishness of powerful individuals. Heroism, in their opinion, had perished in this era, with few willing to risk their lives for others unless compelled. As they sat in the inn, the owner approached, serving them fish sandwiches. Whisker glared, suspecting the owner had somehow discovered their fondness for this particular dish.
"Is this your special ability?" Whisker questioned, pulling the platter closer. "I never mentioned my preference, yet you managed to discern it. It can't be a mere coincidence."
"I possess a unique skill that enables me to understand how best to nourish each person," the owner explained, wiping his hands clean. "It's the secret to my success in this business. Of course, Vesper made it impossible to feed anyone."
