"Ha… Hahaha!"
Alone in this dimly lit tavern-like agency, the eighteen-year-old girl's glimmering green eyes gazed at the man standing at the receptionist's desk.
"…"
"I apologize. I am not expecting such a distinguished guest to come to my dilapidated abode. It makes me elated, I must say." Grey said while at the same time receiving information about this girl through the Extraterrestrial System.
With a look of [Did I come to the right place?], the girl seemed to hesitate to speak. Rather, she sensed the oddness of the owner of the Truth Agency, causing her to have inexplicable chills over her tender body.
"Let's have a seat first, Miss Amara of the Duke Vael Household."
"…"
After a while, Amara eventually asked, "How did you know me?"
"Wrong question, Miss Amara. By the way, what would you like? Kimbap, Corndog, Sushi, or what?"
