In the kitchen, Aivor held his teacup with a helpless look on his face.
Had he just been sold out?
He had meant to introduce himself more formally to his first customer, who was also the only customer who genuinely liked his food.
But now that Acker had named him, he could hardly pretend not to hear.
It's just...
A bit of a shame.
It took so long to find such a good customer.
With a faint sense of regret, Aivor straightened his clothes before coming out. He set the sweetened tea on the table, then looked at Arthur with a smile on his plump face.
"Good evening, Sir Arthur Credos."
"Good evening, Aivor. I know I've said this more than once, but your food truly left a lasting impression on me."
Arthur answered Aivor's greeting with a smile.
"Hahaha, you flatter me!
Rest assured, leave Miss Caesar's safety to me!
I swear it on my title as the Lord of Shadowflow!"
Aivor laughed heartily and began taking everything upon himself.
What a rush!
What a wonderful feeling!
After being dismissed time and again, even met with disgust, suddenly finding someone who appreciated and praised him felt incredible.
More importantly, he finally no longer had to hold himself back.
When he had heard the praise in the Old District, Aivor had felt a little regret that he couldn't hear Arthur compliment him face-to-face. But now?
That was no longer a problem.
Even the regret he had felt moments ago had vanished completely.
Arthur, however, had anticipated Aivor's laughter.
Or rather...
Arthur had already formed a few suspicions when Aivor returned with Acker.
Aivor probably hadn't felt comfortable letting Acker come alone.
But Aivor would certainly never turn down praise for his cooking.
In fact, confirming that had been easy.
Arthur