"To another fruitful month!" A branching expert, the thin middle-aged man who had greeted Smiling Blade in the battle cages, exclaimed, his cup lifted in a toast.
"I haven't been this entertained in years!" Ray laughed, throwing his head back. "Watching the righteous forces swallow their pride to beg me to cut them into our business will never stop being hilarious!"
"Senior Lee, Senior Smiling Blade, you have our gratitude," Grace exclaimed, her head lowered politely. "It's all thanks to you that my beloved and I can enjoy freedom, safety, and growth."
Liam didn't speak but raised his cup, his feral expression unable to leave his face.
The four were in a small, hexagonal room, six balconies surrounding them, showing the night sky and a mountain's slope. The place was fancy but empty, only having pillows the four had used to create a meeting area.
