"?"
Haimo showed little reaction, merely casting a thoughtful glance at Lefiya, who was on the verge of fainting.
"So."
"Is this why you brought this girl along, Loki?"
"Since the shop is run by Elves."
"Bringing a genuine Elf along gets you a discount too?"
"Hehe."
"You caught me."
Loki showed no shame at all. Instead, she proudly gave a thumbs-up.
"That's the same-race bonus!"
"This place is usually really aloof. They don't let just anyone in."
"But as long as I bring Lefiya."
"Those Elf girls still look sour, but at least they won't throw me out."
With that said.
Loki ignored Lefiya's expression of utter despair.
She pushed the carved wooden door straight open.
"Jingle-jangle-"
The wind chime on the door rang crisply.
An even richer aroma of coffee wafted toward them.
"Yoo-hoo~"
"I brought an old friend over to support your business!"
Loki's voice rang out.
They saw that.
Inside the shop.
It was not as lively as they had imagined.
Only a few tables were scattered around the corners.
Several tall female Elves in green uniforms were quietly going about their work.
Hearing the commotion at the entrance.
They all turned their heads in unison.
Their cool eyes first swept over Loki's grinning face, revealing a trace of obvious distaste.
Then.
Their gazes fell on Lefiya behind her.
Their distaste faded a little.
Then.
Every Elf's gaze fixed on Haimo in unison.
Noticing the Elves' reaction.
"Hey, hey, hey!!"
"You give me sour looks when I come!"
"And this is how you react when this guy shows up?!"
"There should be a limit to playing favorites!!"
"I'm a regular too, you know!!"
At the sight, Loki bristled with anger on the spot.
However.
No one paid her any attention.
"Um... would the three of