Seeking the Right Fit

Damien felt a pang of guilt for arriving without an appointment.

Well, at least the snacks here were extraordinarily delicious.

Deciding to pass the time, Damien helped himself to the treats, just as he had during his previous visit.

"M-Master Damien, what is this?! It's incredibly delicious!" Lysander exclaimed, wide-eyed with surprise.

"Master! Are we really allowed to eat this?!" Ithnan echoed, equally astonished.

Damien chuckled at their reactions. "See? It's so delicious it's almost unsettling, right? Don't worry, though. I'm sure it's part of the service. Let's eat as much as we can while it's here."

As if perfectly timed, just as they finished the treats, the door opened, and the slave merchant entered the room.

"Ah, my sincerest apologies for keeping you waiting!" the merchant greeted with impeccable elegance, his every movement graceful.