"He wished for death, and I granted it to him." Malin sat down in front of His Majesty Manheim, taking the teacup his wife handed him and placing it on the table: "It's Thainan-made tea leaves, but they taste a bit aged. How long have you stored them, Your Majesty?"
"Such expensive tea leaves, of course, require long-term storage. Do you know their price? This is a once-in-a-lifetime delicacy." His Majesty Manheim smiled as he downed the tea from his teacup in one gulp.
