The dining room fell silent—no clinking chopsticks could be heard.
The butler's smile began to stiffen, looking more like a painted expression on his aged face, slowly twisting into something disturbingly grotesque.
"Do you want to eat something?"
Drake's voice rang out at that moment, drawing everyone's attention. Turning, they realized he was talking to the child sitting beside him.
The child flinched slightly at Drake's voice, clearly an extremely timid little one. A few people couldn't help but silently note this before turning their eyes back to the steaming, fragrant dishes on the table, trying to decide which dish to take without being the first one to fall.
They were all mid-tier or higher espers who had experienced numerous dungeons—of course, they knew that dungeon challenges weren't without solutions. No matter how difficult, there would always be a slim chance of survival!
