"What are you insinuating, Brother Maelle?" Prince Faestien fluttered his eyelashes innocently.
"Nothing." Maelle just smiled without any mirth, sipping a cup of chili hot choco. "You will pay for the meal, won't you, Your Highness?"
"But of course! No need to ask." Faestien grinned and placed a bag of 100 Cansiers on the table, twice the real sum of their meal.
Maelle paid this deed no attention as he was already looking at the direction of Xendros, who was coming their way after drinking a gallon of milk and honey. His complexion looks much better now.
"I'm alright now.... Your Highness.... Maelle." He nodded to both of them. "Shall we take our leave? I already gave the cook our regards for a wonderful meal."
