A faint aroma of cheese and the sweet scent of roasted beef cubes wafted through the air, mingling with the rich fragrance of flowers in the room, weaving an invisible web of temptation.
The gray cat's nose twitched. She knew this was the moment Lanci was casually chatting about the Imperial Army God—a rare chance to glean some information about the War God. Plus, Violet had just finished a quarrel, and her mood wasn't exactly suitable for discussing pressing matters. Perhaps it was better to start with some trivialities.
However, Lanci didn't seem to have any intent to probe for details. He was simply chatting in a natural, unforced way, radiating an air of sincerity.
