"Well, there's no hostility here," Elyon remarked calmly as he reclined on a sofa, pouring himself a glass of wine from the table. "This aligns with the flow Sebas briefed us on. Let's just see how this unfolds."
Elyon sniffed the wine and took a sip. "Hmm, Alquino vintage? Offering something of this quality to first-time guests… impressive." He downed the glass and poured a second.
Damien observed nervously. Was the wine that good? "Just don't overdo it," he thought. Deciding to follow Elyon's lead, Damien sat beside him and reached for the snacks on the table.
He took a bite—and froze. "What is this?!" The flavor was extraordinary, surpassing even the sweets made by Natasha. Before he knew it, the first treat had vanished, and he reached eagerly for another.
Cedran watched the two of them with a mixture of disapproval and disbelief.
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