That night.
Fang Li and the others gathered in the inn's dining hall once more and began their meal.
However, unlike the heavy atmosphere from that morning, the mood at the dinner table was thoroughly cheerful.
"Fang Li, pass me the soy sauce."
"Don't you have some on your side too?"
"There's too little over here. It's not enough."
"That's still not enough? Do you like strongly flavored food?"
"I don't like spicy food. I just like it a little saltier. That doesn't count as strong flavors."
"You clearly like pineapple buns."
"Pineapple buns are an exception!"
At the table, Fang Li and Shana conversed as naturally as this, with none of the former heaviness or awkwardness in their expressions. They were as harmonious as longtime companions.
"Come to think of it, why don't they sell pineapple buns here?"
"Do you think an inn in the desert would sell pineapple buns?"
"If they had pineapple buns, this place would definitely be more popular. The owner of this inn is such an idiot."
"...I think you're the one who sounds like an idiot."
The two ate while trading occasional remarks.
Anyone could see that the distance between them had shrunk by an unknown amount compared to before.
Under such circumstances, the gloomy atmosphere from that morning naturally had no chance of appearing.
However, there were still people displeased by this sight.
(What an unpleasant scene.)
(Agreed.)
Wilhelmina sat beside Shana, watching the interaction between the two seated across from each other. She held a piece of bread in her hand, with no desire whatsoever to take a bite. Her expressionless face showed unmistakable displeasure as she stared at them.
Wilhelmina's feelings toward Fang Li had always been complicated.
Before this, Wilhelmina had already held enormous objections toward the so-called "that person"