Standing before a giant luxurious restaurant named (Royal island), Rein and I said our goodbyes to uncle Besnick, our usual carriage driver, and looked at each other.
'You're nervous.'
She was nervous for some reason. The one who was going to have dinner with them was me, so there was no reason for her to be nervous.
'Haaa… and you're still excited.'
She was worried that something would happen to me or to the food, depending on the situation.
Something could happen to the royal family too and as this was the greatest restaurant owned by empress Madeleine, the food was definitely questionable.
Well, I had no plan to at least disappoint their expectations… or the food, hopefully.
'Haaa… you have tasted it too, no? Can you blame me?'
There was only one person in this world that was the best cook for me. And she wasn't in this world anymore.
