The three party members took their seats at the lunch table and their lunch was delivered by servants. After all, two of them were high-class nobles from the three families said to be the saviors of humanity.
"Black looks good on him. Don't you think so Bairon?" asked Elizabeth, her eyes fixated on Arthur.
The brown-haired boy nodded as chowed down a seedless grape. "The disciplinary committee has a good eye for fashion. To a point where they're using lurem cotton, do you know how rare this is?" Bairon asked Arthur—who had been quiet this entire time and had his mind somewhere else. He couldn't stop thinking about the traitor.
"I don't even know what lurem cotton is."
"Heeee…Are you sure you are from this time? How can you not know about the rarest material in the entirety of Draygol?" Bairon was shocked.
