Byron had not returned to the Morris Industries District with the main force. The war was over, and the army needed to replenish its supplies.
Old Chairman Floyd had been busy overseeing production in the Industrial Zone. With manpower in short supply, Byron had no choice but to return to his old trade, coming to the Royal Capital to organize the Economic Mutual Aid Society and oversee its work.
After a busy evening, the meeting finally ended.
He found something simple at the restaurant for a late-night snack. Halfway through satisfying his hunger, Byron suddenly realized it had been ages since he had patronized the young ladies' businesses.
There were not many "seafood" businesses in Boralus, but with a little careful searching, one could always find some fresh, delicious "abalone."
Byron dressed neatly, put on his coat, and set off for Sailors' Street beneath the hazy moonlight.
Byron remembered a few pale-yellow Magic Glowlamps at the street corner. Now, however, the lights at the entrance were gone, replaced by a shop.
It was late, and the staff inside were carefully cleaning the counters, neatly arranging the remaining desserts and putting them into a low-temperature magical freezer.
"My lord, would you like anything?"
The pretty young woman asked warmly, a sweet smile on her face.
Byron's attention was not on the pastries. Honestly, he did not particularly like sweets.
Still, he was too embarrassed to ask the question on his mind.
"Ah... I'll have some cream cake."
"I'm sorry, my lord. We're out of cream cake, but we still have strawberry cake. Would you like that?" The young woman remained enthusiastic despite having worked all day, her face weary.
The satisfaction of working made her forget her exhaustion. Compared with her former empty life, living with dignity was true happiness.
Byron