Only one table remained in the restaurant.
Schiller and Jerome's twin brother sat across from each other. In the center of the table were plate after plate of freshly prepared, steaming-hot dishes.
The chef had long since vanished.
Jerome's twin brother ate the food on his plate at an unhurried pace. His gaze rested on the extinguished red candle, and he smiled faintly before saying, "Compared to your superb culinary performance just now, how the food tastes no longer matters. A toast to this night."
Schiller also raised his glass with a smile. He lightly poked at the food on his plate. Gluttony was full, but he was still hungry.
Noticing Jerome's twin brother's gaze, he looked at the red candle beside him as well. He shook his head, picked up the candle, and placed it in his briefcase. Jerome's twin brother saw that the case contained two more identical red candles, along with three white ones.
Jerome's twin brother gave him a puzzled look.
Schiller shook his head and said, "I believe I once told you that I came from the College of All Souls at Oxford University."
"I only heard about that recently. I mean, I only recently came into contact with your world." Jerome's twin brother tapped his lips with his fork. "What should I call you people? Mages? Wizards? Or some kind of elf?"
"I am not an elf, nor am I a mage. I am a bishop." Schiller neatly cut off a piece of meat and said, "I do possess some abilities beyond those of ordinary people, but they are nowhere near as miraculous as magic."
Jerome's twin brother lowered his head and looked at the food on his plate. What he wanted to say was obvious.
"I am not joking. You may think I