Quick to react, Hestia plopped down on Haimo's left, firmly claiming a seat.
Then she looked around warily, afraid someone would fight her for it.
Especially that new silver-haired woman!
However.
The Seitenshi had no such intention.
She simply chose a seat a little farther from Haimo, but directly opposite him, and quietly sat down.
She elegantly straightened her skirt.
Sasamori Aya, on the other hand.
She walked over to Haimo's right quite naturally, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Her movements were fluid, without the slightest hesitation.
At the sight, Hestia's cheeks instantly puffed up.
She glared at Sasamori Aya.
But Sasamori Aya did not even look at her.
Once everyone had settled into their seats and was ready to order.
Haimo did not rush to look at the menu.
Instead, he handed it to the others, turned his head slightly, and swept his gaze around the dining hall.
His eyes passed over the busy servers one by one.
He saw no figure with gray-blue hair.
Nor did he see the elf with short, pale green hair.
"What's wrong, Haimo?"
Hestia keenly noticed Haimo's distraction.
She followed his gaze.
All she saw were a few waitresses carrying plates.
"Looking at pretty girls again?"
A note of jealousy crept into Hestia's voice.
"You already have so many of us."
"Aren't we enough for you to look at?"
"You pervert!"
Haimo came back to himself.
Looking at Hestia's face, which practically said, "I'm upset, hurry up and comfort me."
And at the blue ribbon that bobbed with her movements.
He shook his head rather helplessly.
"It's nothing."
"I was just looking for someone I know."
Haimo withdrew his gaze and accepted the menu handed to him.
"Since she isn't here..."
"Let's order first."
"Hestia, pick out what you want