Laura Croft had heard of this restaurant.
When she turned down Oxford to attend the University of London, its head chef had already become famous and opened this restaurant near Buckingham Palace specifically to entertain the powerful and wealthy—or, more precisely, the New Money and middle classes who cared about Michelin ratings. Whitehall civil servants and Conservative politicians preferred dining at clubs or various receptions. The chefs and staff there were consummate professionals, familiar with every guest's preferences and tastes. Laura Croft was very satisfied with the dinner. She did not care much for so-called refined, attentive service. As an aristocrat thoroughly integrated into ordinary life, she even had to work to earn her tuition. The cost of a dinner like this was enough to pay for a long time of work, so it was hard for her not to be pleased.
The only thing that made her uncomfortable was Athena, seated beside her.
Though the woman wore a smile, possessed extensive knowledge, spoke with wit, and was Salomon's adoptive mother, Laura Croft had not forgotten the fleeting impression she had gotten of her at the art exhibition. That supernatural phenomenon proved that this seemingly young woman—like a Witch, apparently in her early twenties yet carrying a remarkably mature air—possessed some ability beyond her comprehension. She was no longer surprised by such things. After all, she had witnessed many unimaginable things at Kamar-Taj and Oxfordshire Manor. Ever since she learned that her father, Richard Croft, had taken something that did not belong to the Croft family when he went to Kamar-Taj, Laura Croft had understood that her fate was tightly bound to Kamar-Taj, and to Him.
As for how her father had taken that resurrection ritual scroll from the heavily guarded Kamar-Taj Library, obtained the necessary guidance, and used it