With Liora in tow, we entered a restaurant.
The moment we stepped inside, the place buzzed with whispers. About eighty percent of this buzz was due to Liora's striking appearance: white hair, red eyes, spirit possession, carrying a large scythe, and equipped with a heavenly ring—it was quite a sight. The remaining twenty percent came from those who knew what was "to come" for her.
Liora immediately sat down and began browsing the menu.
Even though she couldn't read, she cheerfully followed the letters with her eyes. What she was actually observing wasn't the content of the menu but the variety of dishes offered.
"Don't hold back, Liora, eat as much as you want."
"Yes! Thank you, God!"
The elf waitress approached with a look of fear etched on her face. As expected of an elf, she was beautiful. Naturally, my gaze was drawn to the chest pressing against her apron—this is just instinct.