"Good morning, Sir Ryuji~ Do you want some breakfast?" Martha greeted Asmodeus with the brightest and delightful style, despite her hips being a little strange and her walking with a slight limp.
He couldn't help but smile as he looked towards the door. He saw the plump Brando standing outside, speaking to someone.
"You look different today, Brando. Are you opening up early?"
"Of course, Pat! The world is great, and I feel so happy to be alive."
Pat wore a white set of overalls and carried a sack filled with milk bottles...
"Thanks for always selling my milk at a decent price, Brando. If it wasn't for you, I might have been driven out to a smaller village by now."
Asmodeus sat at the table while listening to the conversations.
He was happy that his potion seemed to have succeeded; not only did he feel a sense of kinship with Brando, but it was faint, like a whisper at most.
"Good morning, Asmodeus!" Brando smiled as he slammed the door open.
