An act of flirtation

Although limited by the variety of local Ingredient, the menu at "Saint-Milon Restaurant" looks thick but actually doesn't have many dishes. However, that's relative. A whole menu can't possibly contain too few dishes, enough to feed twelve or thirteen adults until they're sick of it.

The Restaurant's Waiter were locals, but they spoke fluent Feysac, Loen, and Intis language, and they didn't misunderstand Lumian's words at all.

Just as he was about to confirm with some doubt, he saw That One guest from Intis take out a thick stack of Goldhorn.

This is the currency of the Feysac Empire, which is used in the Lacré Region. Before Lumian "Teleportation" to the Southern Continent this morning, he went to a nearby bank to exchange some Cash at a relatively high exchange rate of 4.4 Felkine to 1 Gold Goldhorn for backup. However, what he is taking out now is not his own, but rather the operating funds given to him by "Knight of Swords" Maric.

"All?" the Waiter dutifully asked as a final inquiry.

"All." Lumian's answer earned Ludwig's approval.

After a while, dishes such as Beet Soup, Beef Braised in Red Wine, Butter-Fried Cod, Caviar, kebabs, Grilled Meat Skewers Appetizer Salad, Thick-Cut Steak, and Feysac Pie were served one after another.

Ludwig was completely absorbed in the sea of food, and Lumian also indulged his appetite.

As Sequence 5 "Reaper", his appetite is already quite large. Similarly, Lugano, the "Harvest Sacrifice Priest" who started as a "Planter", is also eating more and more.

After nearly filling his stomach, Lumian savored the salty, savory flavor of the Caviar bursting in his mouth, while waiting for dessert, and reviewed what had just happened:

Why did the bird-clawed monster infant, which Ludwig had only vaguely sensed, vanish in the blink of an eye?

"It can't be that if the distance between the two parties is exactly thirty meters, they can simply take one more step to break out of the sensing range, right?"

"This is too much of a coincidence... If it were arranged, Ludwig should have been able to keep sensing it..."

"Ludwig could sense the Bird-Clawed Monster Infant, and the Bird-Clawed Monster Infant could also sense the arrival of its 'mother'? As soon as it realized that its deceased 'mother' had appeared in an abnormal way, it immediately left the area or Concealment, severing their connection?"

This explanation is more reasonable and does not rely on coincidence...

"Now the question is, if it's not a coincidence, why did the Bird-Clawed Monster Infant appear on this street?"

"It couldn't possibly be that it just happened to be passing by and bumped into us, could it? If that's the case, then it's either some kind of Law of Convergence at work, or a gift of Destiny... If it is Aggregation, we still can't determine whether it's Aggregation brought about by blood ties or Aggregation brought about by the law of repulsion..."

Lumian picked up the napkin that was laid on her lap, folded it, and put it away.

Then he stood up and pushed the stack of Goldhorn next to him toward Lugano:

"I'll take a walk around the neighborhood and see if there's anything worth buying. Take good care of Ludwig and remember to pay for his meals."

"Okay." Lugano was happy to sit still.

Lumian strolled out of the "Saint-Milon Restaurant," taking in the shops and pedestrians along the entire street.

There are banks, candy stores, Café, and Feysac imported goods stores here; at first glance, there's nothing suspicious about it.

The passersby were mostly Feysac and Lacray locals, several of whom carried amulets made from the skulls of their relatives. Some wore them as hats, some strung them into necklaces and hung them around their necks, and others had them sewn onto their shoulders.

He couldn't figure out who could have drawn the Bird-Clawed Monster Infant and its associated people here, nor could he discern which building might be peculiar... Lumian as he walked the street, hoping for a chance encounter.

Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

Finally, he finished walking the entire street and returned to the "Saint-Milon Restaurant".

The two "Witch" were still leisurely enjoying their meal at Feysac. Their prominent position and outstanding appearance drew the attention of everyone coming Past going, some even deliberately passing by repeatedly.

Lumian also took the opportunity to admire the "Witch's" beauty.

Suddenly, a thought struck him:

Ludwig only sensed the Bird-Clawed Monster Infant when he was not far from the ' Saint-Milon Restaurant '...

"Franca and Jenna are in the ' Saint-Milon Restaurant '..."

"Could it be that they have truly attracted Oseto's attention, That One ' Witch King ' is personally following or sending the Bird-Clawed Monster Infant to seek an opportunity to strike?"

"After discovering the presence of the Corpse 'Mother' on Ludwig and sensing my Divine Child bloodline, Oseto abandoned his original plans, temporarily leaving the area, or perhaps going into complete Concealment?"

"The logic is sound and there's nothing wrong with it, but how could the Temperance Faction Half-God responsible for protecting Franca and Jenna be completely unaware that Oseto had ever been there?"

"The ' Witch King ' is skilled at concocting various potions with magical effects and also possesses many special Ritual Potion, relying on one of them to evade normal premonitions and intuition?"

"Or, were other methods used?"

Lumian quickly reviewed the information about the "Witch King" provided by the Temperance Faction.

He moved very slowly, as if he was captivated by the beauty and charm of the two "Witch" and unwilling to look away.

After analyzing the information on the "Apothecary" Pathway up to Sequence 4 "Witch King", Lumian considered that Oseto might have also received Gift and become Women, and then recalled the information he knew about the "Warlock" Pathway.

In a flash, a term popped into his mind:

"The Otherworld!"

"The ' Otherworld ' depends on the earth and is self-contained; its movements are imperceptible to the outside world..."

"Did Oseto evade the observation of the Temperance Faction Half-God by using some application of the ' Otherworld ' and quietly follow Franca and Jenna undetected?"

"Hmm, after those Bird-Clawed Monster Infant crawled out of the 'mother's' womb, they were taken into the ' Otherworld '?"

"The ' Otherworld ' clearly involves the Death Domain, so did those 'mothers' die first, and then have their bellies torn open by the Bird-Clawed Monster Infant?"

"In this way, they are born with a strong aura of death, making it easy for them to integrate into the ' Otherworld '..."

"Just now, the ' Otherworld ' unfolded, spying on Franca and Jenna, waiting to make its move. But upon sensing the aura of the deceased 'Mother' and the bloodline of the Divine Child, the ' Otherworld ' immediately retracted, severing this closest connection."

"No wonder Ludwig's senses about the Bird-Clawed Monster Infant were so vague... that's because it was in the ' Otherworld '!"

"Furthermore, the local Skull Blessing Festival has a clear element of Death Worship, which can be linked to the ' Otherworld '... Is this where Oseto's deeper purpose in coming to the Lacré Region Concealment?"

Having guessed what was going on, Lumian, like a true Trier, approached Franca and Jenna's table with an eager smile and politely asked in Intis language, "Lady, may I have the honor of sitting here for a few minutes?"

Franca responded with a laugh:

"You're also Intis?"

She knew that Lumian's approach wasn't to flirt, but must have some other purpose, so she cooperated perfectly and put on a show.

"Yes, that's why I felt a sense of familiarity when I saw you all." Lumian made full use of the conversational skills he had learned in his daily life in Trier.

Sitting at a nearby table, glancing out of the corner of my eye at the several Men who were quietly eavesdropping, I simultaneously had the same thought:

Those despicable Intis people!

That damn Intis playboy!

Jenna's performance was even more natural; with a hint of wariness and suspicion, she asked with delight, "Are you here in Lacray for tourism or business?"

As she spoke, Jenna beckoned to Waiter, who brought a chair and placed it next to the dining table.

Lumian down and looked at the two "Witch," saying, "Your beauty is like something out of a dream. No, I've never seen anyone as beautiful as you even in my dreams. You must have received quite a few stares along the way, haven't you?"

Damn, those sweet words gave me goosebumps! At this moment, Franca would rather Lumian mock her.

Of course, she couldn't help but feel a little secretly happy, after all, she had heard Blanche Soren say that every "Witch" who was transformed from Men would have some degree of narcissism—liking and being proud of her Women self.

Jenna also felt uncomfortable and amused, like encountering some drunkards pretending to be cultured when Acting of a "Witch".

Her acting was quite good; she didn't show anything unusual and smiled teasingly, "Really?"

"Dare you look me in the eye and say that again?"

Seeing that the rather handsome young man actually sat down next to the two beautiful Lady and chatted with them quite happily, seemingly flirting, the surrounding men all sighed with resentment.

How can you be so superficial, judging solely by looks?

You'll get scammed!

Lumian chuckled, looking into Jenna's Eyes, and said, "The moment I saw you, I knew what true beauty was."

"..." Doesn't this guy feel disgusted saying these things? Jenna avoided Lumian's gaze and answered his earlier question:

"You know, some people's gaze can make you uncomfortable."

"Isn't there a more special kind of gaze?" Lumian asked with a smile.

Franca, having roughly understood what he wanted to ask, shook her head:

"No."

Lumian nodded thoughtfully:

"The weather here is rather cold. Did you feel something similar just now?"

Franca thought for a moment, then pursed her lips and said, "It started a little bit on Chaban Street and continued until just now when they served the Beet Soup. The soup was very warm, and it made us feel warm again."

The "Otherworld" involving Death Domain made those around feel a bit cold? Lumian smiled and said to Franca, "Perhaps it's because it lacks the warmth of a reliable man."

Franca's face twitched slightly, and she spoke to Lumian through her eyes and lips:

Please, please stop playing the Playboy!

As the three were talking, near the dining table, on the surface of the Gold Leaf Mirror embedded in the wall, the figure of Women wearing a small black soft hat and with light Blond Hair in a bun could be faintly seen.

She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze sometimes fixed on Lumian and Jenna, sometimes shifting between Lumian and Franca, and sometimes scrutinizing Franca and Jenna.