Casual conversation.
That word gave Gawain a brief, strange feeling—ever since arriving in Tarlonnd, such strange feelings seemed never to have stopped.
A Dragon Kingdom unlike anything he had imagined, dragons with a style unlike anything he had imagined, the true face of the Dragon God unlike anything he had imagined, and even... the Dragon God's attitude unlike anything he had imagined.
But no matter what, he had prepared himself before setting out to face any situation, and witnessing the sky-covering "Chaotic Dragon" just now had further tempered his nerves. Gawain showed no unusual reaction. He merely nodded calmly, then casually sat down in the ornate chair closest to him.
A golden-red tea appeared out of thin air and filled the golden cup before him.
Dragon God Enya sat across from Gawain, then glanced up at Amber and Veronica. "Are you two planning to stand?"
Veronica hesitated for a second before sitting to Gawain's left. Seeing Veronica sit down, Amber gathered her courage and came to the seat on Gawain's right. As she sat, she deliberately said, "...Then I'll sit down!"
Only after everyone had taken their seats did Heragol step behind Enya and stand there silently like an attendant.
For a moment, the room was a little too quiet. No one seemed to know how to open such an extraordinarily unusual meeting, or perhaps the deity was waiting for her guests to speak first. Gawain was in no hurry. He simply raised his teacup and took an unhurried sip. The next second, however, surprise appeared on his face. "This tea... is good. The flavor is just... peculiar."
"It was something I came up with in my spare time, called 'Reflection,'" Enya said with a faint smile. "There are countless mortals in this world, and their thoughts and preferences are