Liches’ lives had indeed undergone certain changes. For instance, right now, it was lunchtime. This concept had not yet been implemented in Liches’ thinking, because the new flesh disguise of hunger had not been released. However, those Liches also changed their habits of hiding in laboratories, diligently working within Andrey’s castle...under the strict supervision of the Executive Committee, repairing the structures they had once gnawed and damaged.

Lyle left the laboratory, heading towards the Cup of Luxury.

Alianna, as the current president of the Cup of Luxury, had persisted in her pre-death habit during her time as a Lich—a variety of noble pastimes including tea times. After receiving the flesh of hunger, these events became more frequent. Perhaps it was because of her long pursuit of understanding desire, the hunger-received Alianna behaved more stably. She just ate a little more. Her flesh of hunger had not been reclaimed for various reasons, and Mr. Law had only kindly reminded her of it.

Although Lyle could sustain himself with the nutrient solution from Nia’s slime transformation, he would not reject the tea time led by the dear Alianna.

Alianna’s earl grey tea, after her continuous improvements, had a truly unique flavor. Especially when enjoyed sitting next to the Lady of the Moon, Lyle felt as if he was consuming the ethereal beauty of Alianna herself.

Approaching the interior of the Cup of Luxury, the always indifferent and beautiful lady smiled, her spoon-stirring fingers did not stop, and her jewel-like bright eyes watched Lyle as he closed the door.

"Mr. Dragon is preparing his summoning course and won’t be returning to the Cup of Luxury anytime soon. Lyle, could you join me in enjoying these delicacies? Although apart from the tea, all the meals were made by my maid Monina."

"It would be my honor, Anna," Lyle removed his plague doctor mask, with Andrey’s unique chill clinging to his face, imparting a strange sensation.

"Eating in Andrey... what a peculiar feeling."

Alianna fed a pastry to Nia, glancing at Lyle, who was sipping tea. "I thought you would have gotten used to it by now, Naslan isn’t much warmer than Andrey, and Specter Maids steal the warmth from the air."

"It’s a psychological feeling, Anna. Specter Maids are much more pleasing to the eye than moving skeletons, and in Naslan, I don’t have to worry about my life’s safety." Lyle pulled out the bent spoon from Nia’s mouth.

"What about Mr. Gentleman? I haven’t seen him lately."

Alianna pulled the agitated Nia, who was above Lyle’s head, into her arms, stroking the new smooth bone plates on her tentacles. "I’m not sure, Mr. Gentleman always appears and disappears unpredictably. On the evening you held that academic gathering, I saw him leaving the Cup of Luxury full of enthusiasm, ’Tonight, the three of us will pull off a big one!’ That was the last time I saw him."

Lyle wiped the crumbs from the corners of Alianna’s mouth with a handkerchief. Her skin was so delicate, hardly like his own creation. Perhaps he had molded it for too long, as Alianna held her knife and fork, her cold eyes seemed ready to devour him.

"So Mr. Gentleman may have attended an academic gathering, becoming an Impostor who stirred up some major action."

Alianna and Nia began to feed each other, "I heard the Executive Committee caught some overly excited Impostors."

Lyle, who had witnessed that scene, nodded. "Members of the Literature Club were strung up along an entire wall. I guess the Literature Club’s room is empty now, all spinning in the air. Mr. Gentleman might have been mixed in there. At the time, Mr. Dark of the Literature Club had drawn all my attention, and I did not see Mr. Gentleman."

Alianna bit her spoon as if something had come to her mind.

"Speaking of Mr. Dark, Lyle, have you seen Mr. Raymond lately?"

Lyle set down his cutlery, he had had enough to eat. "Yes, I just saw Mr. Raymond."

"Has he changed at all?"

"Changed? No. I can’t think of anything that would cause Mr. Raymond to change."

Alianna slightly dragged her chair closer to Lyle, taking his hand in hers, playing with it gently. Lyle’s skin was paler than her flesh by a few shades, but it was very warm.

"Lyle, do you know that Andrey has a new club?"

Touching the soft skin of Alianna proved a bit distracting for Lyle, "A new club? Isn’t that common in Andrey?"

"The club’s name is Radiant Culinary Society, and their president... is Mr. Raymond."

"????" Lyle looked at Alianna, seeking in her eyes the same absurd expression.

He didn’t find it. Nia had already turned herself into Alianna’s headdress, snuggling against her neck, black tentacles obscuring Lyle’s view as well as a few tentacles striving to push his chair away.

Alianna held Lyle’s hand, tracing circles in his palm with her fingertips.

"...Lyle, are you interested in this club?"

"..." Lyle couldn’t see Anna’s complexion, but he could hear the shyness in her increasingly tentative suggestion.

Ever since she had flesh and blood, Lyle had come to enjoy the special expressions that appeared on her face.

With a bang, the door to the Cup of Luxury was violently thrown open.

"Alianna" stood furiously outside, emitting a piercing scream at Lyle.

"Lyle Butler!!!!"

That wasn’t Alianna, it was only her lookalike sister, Beatrice. Beatrice stood furiously outside, glaring at Lyle.

Lyle felt a strange sense of embarrassment.

"Beatrice, why are you here? Are you coming for afternoon tea?" Alianna greeted her sister.

"Sister." Beatrice rushed into Alianna’s arms, inadvertently squeezing out Nia and Lyle. "Look at the mess this bastard has made!"

"What has Lyle done?"

Beatrice snorted coldly and pulled an oversized box out of her bag.

A primitive wooden chest so large it could fit a curled-up living person inside. Except, the cracks and surface of the chest were stained with blood and bits of flesh. "You let him ask them!"

"Them?"

Three skull heads were dumped by Beatrice at her feet, just as Nia tentatively reached out her tendrils to touch the skulls. Suddenly, Soul Flames burst from the skulls.

"Ah, it is Dr. Plague." It was Mr. Delusion’s voice.

"I’m innocent!" Mr. Journalist’s skull hopped up and down.

"Anna, please persuade your sister to return our bodies to us." Mr. Gentleman opted for the best solution.

It seemed these three were the ones who caused trouble.

"What exactly happened, Beatrice? What did Mr. Gentleman and the others do?"

Beatrice stared fiercely at the three skulls. "On the night of our celebration in Naslan, my bartender said three bloated individuals entered my bar. They kept demanding drinks nonstop, trying every kind of liquor."

"Because they were generous with their money, my staff thought they were just a group of drunks. The more they drank, the more they grew, turning into round spheres. My people thought they were a special race and paid no mind."

"Then, they exploded!"

"Like flesh bombs, they burst open in the center of my bar!"

"Flesh, liquor, and fat sprayed everywhere, covering my bar. All the patrons fled that night covered in bits of flesh and blood!"

"All my customers were scared away! My bar was more disgusting than a slaughterhouse; the Bloody Rose became a literal ’bloody’ rose!"

"It was all because of that bastard’s hunger-induced flesh!!!"

"And these three idiots!!!"

"Did you collude to screw with me!!!"