"I heard, this time it would be different from the rest," Baros said, lowering his voice.
"Oh? What will be different?" Spark asked, his curiosity piqued.
"I don't know the specific details, but there's a rumor that there will be special guests," Baros replied.
"Special guests?" Spark echoed, raising an eyebrow.
"What kind of figure would be deemed special by those old fogies?" Baros muttered, equally curious.
"It's only a rumor, though," Baros added quickly.
As they were casually chatting, a figure approached their table.
"Hey, did you not hear what I said?" a harsh voice cut through the air, drawing their attention to a skinny man standing before them.
Baros glanced around to see if the skinny man was addressing someone else, then pointed to himself. "You're talking to me?"
"Who else but you, f*t guy?" the man's tone grew harsher. "Empty this table. Our young lord wants to sit in this window seat."
