The rain grew heavier and heavier, splattering against the floor-to-ceiling glass and creating beautiful splashes under the lights.
The two men sat across each other with a large glass of beer sitting in front of each of them as they looked at one another in silence.
Louis smiled and broke the silence first. "I bet no one on the entire Norland Continent would believe that Alex would've become a chef, let alone one capable of making the most delicious mooncakes in this world."
"Just like how no one would believe that the nightmare of the entire orc race would become a merchant." Mag chuckled in response.
"What can I do? I've got a lame leg now, so I'll only be dragging our comrades down on the battlefield. I didn't die, though, so I have to make the most of my life. Otherwise, your efforts to save me from those orcs would have gone to waste." Louis nodded with a smile.
