As they walked deeper into the open hallway, Dila slowed her steps, blinking in surprise.
The ceiling had vanished—replaced by clear blue skies—and the walls gave way to rows of long tables arranged like an open-air café. The scent of grilled meat and fresh bread drifted around as elves—knights and archers alike—sat chatting, laughing, or polishing their weapons while eating.
Dila's lips parted slightly. "Wow… this place... it's like a giant knight cafeteria."
Fran, by her side, spun slowly in place, her cat tail flicking with curiosity. Her eyes were darting everywhere, overwhelmed by the sheer number of elves all gathered casually in one place. "Sister… where are we?"
Zeon, walking ahead with his hands folded behind him, glanced over his shoulder with a satisfied grin. "I know, right? Hidden gem of the castle."
