"Is the tea to your liking, Lady Acacia?"
The lady picked up the golden-brimmed cup and took a sip.
In the office room on the top floor of a merchant group, I and Luther stood behind the lady as she gently brought the cup underneath her veil. The man sitting across her with a muscular build and a sharp face was the owner of the rising merchant group, behind him exactly seventeen guards as strong as a Gold Ranked Adventurer.
It was a rare sight, but I guess big cities were different.
The lady hummed after taking the sip.
"It's trash."
With just a cold comment, she tossed the cup away.
The man flinched.
The cup crashed and broke into bits.
"You're just as bold as I have heard, my lady," said the merchant. "It's charming, but I do wonder if it will ever bite you in the back."
