Chapter 276: Thank You For Dining
"You represent the ruin of my art! Get out!"
A young man with dark brown hair and a weasely face was pushed out onto the street. Halie looked up to see a sign that read "Slowick’s Fine Dining", with a pair of silvery bars crossed by a hawthorn branch. It reminded her of the "unequal" sign used in math.
The young man took off toward Amarena, wiping tears, but paused to gasp as he noticed her. "A d-demon."
"Keep moving," she read the name that had been scrawled over his white apron, seemingly with a quill since it looked splotchy and uneven, and read ’Tyler.’
Tyler rushed past her, and Amarena entered the restaurant. There were only two other customers, one server, and a white-garbed man who had to be the chef.
"I do apologize, the restaurant should not have been opened before I arrived. Please accept a proper meal on the house and a gift bag from me."
"Oh, that sounds lovely," the elf woman said.
The chef and owner, a balding human male who looked to be in his fifties was talking to a pair of women sitting at a table. Judging by the density of his mana and the vague sense of circulation strength he gave off, he was actually in his two-hundreds.
The women were the same, with strong green auras approaching blue. One was a hulking specimen of an elf, and the other was a petite human. They were sitting next to each other, and presently holding hands, suggesting a romantic relationship.
In short order, the chef returned to his kitchen, and Amarena was approached by a server. She was elven, with her onyx hair up in a tight bun and an intense disposition to her heart-shaped face; once she regained her composure. She tilted her head slightly, her face freezing with an emotion Amarena had not seen much of since living in Hell, amongst her siblings. It was a look as if Amarena were unexpected, instead of unwanted, worn by the kindest of her siblings.
"Can I help you?" In the case of this elf, Amarena couldn’t tell if her question was sincere, but that didn’t matter.