The leaping flames illuminated the smooth wooden bar.
Yalid picked up his glass, quietly staring at the wine within, red as fresh blood.
Next to him, a seat lay empty, only a glass with the dregs of the wine left in front of it.
That was what the elderly man had left behind.
They had a pleasant conversation.
Ding-dong——
The old-style analog clock pointed to midnight, emitting a clear chime.
The rain outside grew heavier, as though intending to wash the entire city clean.
A young man resembling a waiter walked up beside Yalid and stood there silently.
"When is Chaos planning to take action?"
Yalid asked softly.
"Lord Chaos has scheduled the time for one-thirty in the morning,"
the waiter answered obediently.
"The youth these days are getting crazier and crazier,"
Yalid chuckled lightly, standing up from the bar. "How about the deployment of the exotic beast bait?"
