"Why does that kid and his weird monsters get their orders first?! I arrived earlier than them!"
"Why are you even letting him in with his dirty monsters?!"
"…"
Raye's face darkened when he heard those words.
-...
The same went for Zephyrus, whose gentle expression had vanished.
-...
Pyro, on the other hand... simply looked down, sadness in his eyes. And seeing that—Raye clenched his fists under the table.
He turned to look toward the source of the voice.
And there—he saw a fat young man, roughly the same age as him, built like a sumo wrestler. His cheeks puffed out with every breath, his face twisted with arrogance.
The guy noticed Raye staring at him, and with a twisted scowl, he barked out—
"What are you looking at?! That's right, I was talking about you and your dirty pets!"
The disgust in his voice was sharp—every word intentional, every insult meant.
That's when one of the restaurant staff quickly rushed to Raye's side, bowing repeatedly and apologizing.
