The maid gracefully entered the room, her presence quiet yet commanding. With a respectful bow, she placed a delicate tea set on the table before Veremos, the cups and pot emanating an enchanting aroma. Her attention to detail was evident in every gesture, her movements as elegant as a dancer's.
"How generous of you," Veremos praised, his lips curving into a warm smile as he delicately picked up a cup and inhaled the fragrant steam. "You have truly outdone yourself."
The maid blushed slightly, her cheeks tinged with a soft rosy hue. "You are too kind, Your Highness," she replied, her voice filled with genuine gratitude, before gracefully withdrawing from the room, leaving Veremos alone with his thoughts.
Jira, positioned opposite Veremos, sat with his chin resting upon his fist, his piercing gaze fixed upon the Demon lord. His eyes studied Veremos's every movement, as if seeking to unravel the mysteries that shrouded his intentions.
