New Fish-Man Island had already erupted in celebration.
News of the victory had spread across the entire island. All their compatriots now knew that Brother Bright had led all his companions to victory in this war.
The world was about to undergo drastic change. Everything they had once dreamed of was finally coming toward them.
Amid this jubilant atmosphere, however, one café was remarkably quiet.
Bright stood silently behind the counter, brewing coffee.
His technique had become extremely practiced, and an enticing fragrance filled the café.
Shyarly sat in a chair behind the table closest to the counter, resting her chin on her right hand as she quietly watched Bright.
The café was lit by a soft, dim yellow glow. Combined with the silence, it created a peaceful, leisurely atmosphere that could even make one feel drowsy.
"Give it a try. I'm very confident."
Bright placed the coffee before Shyarly, then sat across from her and looked at her confidently. "No one understands Shyarly's tastes better than I do. Are you ready to taste the most delicious coffee?"
There was no need to add anything else. This was already the most delicious thing.
"Is that so?"
Shyarly smiled as she lifted the coffee. "Then I'll have to taste it properly."
She took a gentle sip.
"And?"
Bright watched her expectantly, hoping for her response.
Miss Shyarly said nothing and merely took another silent sip.
Bright was already smiling.
He stretched lazily, leaning back against the chair. His head tilted upward as though his neck had snapped, and his vacant eyes stared at the ceiling.
He said nothing either, and the café fell into silence.
The only sound was Shyarly's soft swallowing.
Only after the cup was set down on the table with a faintly crisp sound did Bright lower his