The three female customers at Table 4 looked completely normal from head to toe. So normal, in fact, that it left Mai Mingle at a bit of a loss.
'They aren't actually Hunters, are they?'
As she walked over and stopped by their table, Mai Mingle even started to grow suspicious.
'What if they're Hunters called in by the other patrons, pretending to be customers to make me lower my guard? If they suddenly attack the moment the first hour is up... that would be a disaster.'
"Oh dear, at my age, I've started to care about my health."
The female customer with a mole by her mouth said, "What can you do? Some of the things that seep down from their Blackmoor City are delicious, I'll admit, but last time I ate someone's 'bedroom odor,' my entire face turned into that person's. It didn't change back for days."
'...They're probably not Hunters.'
Mai Mingle actually felt a little relieved.
