The Bard, Fuguyama (Part 2)

“Would you like to go out for dinner with me, if you don’t mind?”

With a friendly smile, Fuguyama invited Tanimaki and the others to dinner.

“You’re paying, meow.”

Tanimaki immediately tried to mooch a free meal.

“W-What are you saying, Tanimaki?! We have plenty of money, so we’ll treat you!” Mayutan said in a panic.

“Ha ha ha, it’s all right. Let’s split the bill.”

Fuguyama did not seem bothered by Tanimaki’s rude remark.

“A new restaurant opened recently,” Fuguyama said. “It’s run by a charming young woman named Belle, and everyone says the food there is delicious.”

“That sounds nice. Shall we go there?”

Mayutan and the others readily agreed.

The four of them arrived at the restaurant. As they stood in front of it, a faint scent of herbs drifted through the air. On a small wooden sign, the words “Belle’s Table” were handwritten.

“Good evening!”

When Fuguyama called out cheerfully, a friendly female cat appeared and guided everyone to a seat by the window.

“So you’re Belle. Give us good service, meow.”

Tanimaki always wanted to act arrogant toward restaurant staff. He was the kind of customer everyone hated most.

“Of course. Please try the dishes I’ve prepared with care.”

With that, Belle took out a deep, clear burgundy wine.

“This wine was specially delivered just this morning. I hear it’s made from grapes grown in the desert country of Scorpio da Armadillo, and it’s considered something of a delicacy.”

With a radiant smile, Belle poured the rich, fragrant wine into all four of their glasses.