Cloud Mist Island.
The wine in the cup overflowed with gilded shine.
Under the crystal light, the hall was filled with the sound of clinking glasses.
A maid with dark brown hair, holding a dazzling wine glass, entered the hall and saw desires everywhere—the upper-class sat within the hall, surrounded by rose-like flesh, enjoying the lavish banquet.
"...That group of lower races is causing trouble again? Their lifespans are so short, yet they're always stirring things up." The one speaking was a Dragon Descendant sitting at the head of the hall, sipping red wine, her golden-red pupils slightly vertical.
