After that, the two of them continued eating until the kitchen staff started complaining, at which point they called it a night.

When they stepped outside, the sun had completely set, and dinnertime had long passed. They had gone in just to kill time until dinner, but ended up staying for quite a long time and even finishing their dinner there.

Jig was worrying about whether the two witches he had left behind were bickering when Revell, who was ahead of him, stretched. Her cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, lightening the somewhat intimidating air she previously exuded.