Just like returning to his own home, Gant Odim entered the room with great composure and found a seat.
Lann soon sat opposite him.
"Let me be clear," the Demon Hunter pointed behind him to the little girl gobbling down food and raised an eyebrow to question Gant Odim.
"Is it okay for her to eat like that?"
"Of course, of course. I would never be rough with a noble young lady."
Sitting together with a "being" capable of altering reality, at least within a certain scope, yet nonchalantly starting by discussing his attendant.
For some reason, Lann's behavior made the bald man, Gant Odim, even happier.
"That's good." Lann leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees while seated.
"Let the child eat by herself first, and let's talk about why you sought me out?"
Those cat-like eyes unabashedly locked with the deep black eyes of the other.
After a moment of silence, Gant Odim continued to smile, remaining silent.
Meanwhile, Lann seemed to confirm something during this silence.
