"What would you like to order? Hey, are you listening?"
The waitress had to tap the table to get this guy to hurry up and order, eat, and get out so as not to hold up the business.
Besides, dressed like a vagrant, wrapped up so tightly—as if you're afraid no one knows you're a wandering ronin, right?
With the crisp sound of the table tap, Kaden finally snapped out of his daze.
Damn it, he'd been eavesdropping on those people's conversations but made no progress; they were purely a bunch of lunatics.
As a Netherworld Envoy, Kaden was never short on money. He could afford any dish; he could even rent out the entire restaurant.
"You aren't short on money to order, are you?"
The waitress pondered kicking him out.
"Are you asking if you have money?"
Little Rein, also known as Rein Archer, whose status had risen, became more arrogant and yelled directly at Kaden.
