At some point during the conversation, Makroshia tea was served.
It was something that Victor had personally brought from a faraway land that was sealed from human habitats.
That region was under the control of a reclusive tribe. For some reason, they had a good relationship with Victor. Though they barred outsiders, they still allowed Victor entry.
Hence, this Makroshia tea had become one of his prized possessions. He would only bring it out when he was in a good mood.
Are you that happy to join hands with Damien? Severine wondered.
She, who had never liked tea much, sipped a glass of milk while only occasionally chiming into the conversation when Victor asked.
Unlike her, Damien seemed perfectly at ease in the conversation.
His eyes kept drifting toward the beautiful girl sitting quietly on the opposite sofa. It was as if nothing in the world could shatter her peace.
