(Bonus chapter sponsored by last month's monthly tickets~ and by the way, begging for this month's tickets!)
In the dim room, the fragrance of tea drifted out bit by bit with the flicker of the small brazier's flame. A pot of fine tea was then very elegantly divided into two cups carved with Shadow Spider patterns. Slender, beautiful fingers lifted a cup; after a light sniff, a satisfied nasal sound followed.
But instead of drinking it, he casually poured the cup's amber liquid onto the floor beside him, letting the tea scent spread.
This whole set of tea-brewing techniques, which could be called Master Level, ended like this—it was no less ridiculous than a brat using his earth-shattering genius to spend ages building the coolest sandcastle ever, only to kick it down in one go.
If a brat really did that, it would mean he probably wasn't quite right in the head; by the same logic, this guy brewing tea in the dark was definitely not a normal person either.
