The restaurant was even more magnificent and grand up close.
Golden lanterns hung from carved marble pillars, filling the wide entrance with a soft, regal glow. Inside, the restaurant looked like something out of a noble's daydream—shimmering floors, crystal chandeliers, and servers dressed in dark velvet uniforms that moved with military precision.
Indeed, they looked like they'd gone through some sort of military training with how they moved.
Raiden stood at the door with his golden crown gleaming under the light, eyes wide in pure admiration. "Oh wow… this place smells like rich people dreams!"
Kent pinched the bridge of his nose. "Needni remind you that you are one of said "rich people"?"
"Exactly," Raiden said proudly. "So I fit right in."
Captain Baren gave the doorman a polite nod, announcing their name, and soon enough, they were ushered inside with graceful bows and welcoming smiles. The Goldheart family was a great bible family after all.
