The room Nidhogg had reserved was in a Neo-classical style box, modestly decorated, and overall quite elegant. The thick walls, soundproof glass, "Silence" spell, and two sturdy fellows at the entrance like bears ensured that the conversation in the room was not listened in on or disturbed.
"Won't you have some?"
Black Dragon, who had transformed into a child, split open his mouth into a grin. A plate of various colored cheeses, toasted bread, and fist-sized chocolates sat on the table.
"The desserts here are quite good, I think they're not worse than what the State Power Magic Academy offers for breakfast."
"I don't have an appetite or body like yours."
After sipping his black coffee and savoring the special product of the Southern Colonies, the craftsmanship of the coffee machine, and the skill of the pretty waitresses, Roland replied indifferently:
"I'll stick with this."
"Really? Maintaining your figure can be quite a suffering task."
