"Ahh, what a great meal!" Seira exclaimed while rubbing her full tummy.
"Oi! Didn't I tell you to not overeat? You might fight first, you know? Here, take this." Shye reprimanded, giving the midget a pill that would allow her to digest the shitload of food properly she ate in merely five minutes.
Shye was rich, so he didn't mind spending on the digestion pill, even though it was quite expensive at five gold apiece.
He even brought twelve pieces of it just in case.
"Hehe, my bad, boss! The food was just too good, and I got carried away."
It was a simple conversation between two youngsters; however, it irked the elitists to no end.
They couldn't stand how at ease the Valenzians were acting.
Fortunately, they didn't have to wait much longer, as moments later, Lord Hale Eversong, the head director of all ten, rose to his feet.
