Marcus coughed. He placed the glass back on the table and looked at Emily. He raised his right hand that was balled to his mouth and cleared his throat.
"Do you see me as the person who does those kinds of activities?" Marcus chuckled.
Emily tilted her head. "Well, you are a prince."
"Hey, not all princes are like that. I, for example, am a gentleman." Marcus proudly puffed his chest, but there was a tinge of melancholy in his eyes.
Emily who noticed this, asked, "Are you okay?"
Marcus shook his head. "I'm fine."
"Good evening, here is your order." The waiter handed out Emily's food first and then Marcus'.
Emily took a bite of the sweet and sour fish that she ordered. The fish was of course not a normal fish. It was a rank 5 beast. Though it's only around 6 inches long, the sharpness of its teeth could prove deadly to early-stage Commanders.
Emily swallowed. The fish slid down her throat, the taste lingered in her mouth.
