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But he just had to take a seat here.

It must be on account of the woman sitting next to him.

She was an elegant young lady seated gracefully, with eyes closed, cupping a golden teacup as if to rejuvenate.

Her medium-length hair remained naturally loose, with strands highlighted by delicate braids, perfectly exuding a lazy charm just like the cup of morning tea in her hands.

In terms of the light gray uniform of the hunting corps she was wearing, on anyone else it would accentuate simplicity and efficiency.

On her, however, it was filled with dignity and nobility.

As for the legs crossed under the table, the high-top short boots, and the white socks reaching up to the middle of her calves, they only served to heighten her allure and popularity infinitely.

One can't help but feel envious.