Leonamon. The first time I laid eyes on the grandeur of Leonamon's building, I felt like my knees might give way, my eyes wide open, and jaw almost hitting the floor. Before I could fully comprehend it, I found myself inside. It was as if my brain took a brief vacation because when I snapped back to reality, I was in what looked like a majestic restaurant fit for royalty. Seated at a table adorned with candles, three large plates were spread around it, accompanied by smaller plates in front of each of us and a dainty bread basket.
A maid, clad in a uniform, approached us to pour wine into the empty glasses on our table. When our eyes met, she gave me a warm smile.
"...Taste it," Student Leon said.
