Lyle arrived at the culinary club's office, an open space where, standing at the entrance, one could feel the heat waves coming at them, as well as the presence of other lingerers outside the door. The Holy Light Culinary Society, as the most booming emerging department at the moment, had risen to the popularity level of those time-honored academic departments, and this trend was even on the increase. If it were not for the strict restrictions on new members by the club members, it might have already become the largest club in Andrey.
The main entrance was not an option; here, Liches with money pouches eagerly awaited the gourmet food that was to emerge from behind the door, with scuffles over uneven distribution the norm. However, the Liches maintained a basic restraint because it would take a long time to restore hunger flesh that was damaged in a fight.
Lucky for Lyle, he had privilege.