A few moments earlier,
"I couldn't quite catch what they were discussing, but..." Victor frowned as he observed the Archpriestess's eyes growing cold and dark, her expression shifting ominously as if she were on the brink of taking some drastic action.
Aether glanced at his mission tab, the alert blinking furiously, signalling urgency. He felt compelled to intervene directly and was just about to stand up when—
"Here is your or--"
Thud
The manager, balancing a cup filled with a vibrant red drink, collided with him, causing the drink to spill over Victor's black coat.
The sudden splash drenched him, and before Victor could voice his displeasure, the manager fell to his knees, panic evident in his eyes.
"Please, forgive me, Young Master!" the manager pleaded, his voice trembling with fear. His outburst drew the attention of the nearby patrons, turning all eyes towards the scene.
