Under the warm candlelight, the Demon King's Restaurant seemed to be imbued with a golden warmth.
The silver candlestick in the center of the table appeared noble and solemn. The swaying flames at its top reflected bright light onto the surrounding utensils. Through the orange-red flames, the air was filled with an aura of intoxicating mystery.
The flickering shadow of the candlelight formed on the table surface. The white tablecloth with gold trim contrasted with the dark texture of the table, forming a cozy, beautiful scene that made one forget all their troubles.
"Hyperion, look, I successfully stopped the waste of food," Lanci said to Hyperion with a voice full of positivity.
"..."
Hyperion bowed his head, daring not to respond to Lanci's words, not even making a peep.
He feared that when Lady Goddess stripped Lanci of his merits, he would be implicated as well.
