The place called "Yuram."

Though the prices were slightly steep, it was a restaurant with decent food. It wasn't as exorbitant as "Forest Friends," and the wait wasn’t too long.

It was the kind of restaurant where you could bring a guest for dinner, and they wouldn’t be disappointed.

"How about steak?" "Oh... yes, I like steak." "If there's anything else you'd like, just let me know. I’ll treat you, so don’t worry about it."

Mikhail waved his hands dismissively, insisting that he couldn't accept another meal after already receiving training.

"No, really! Let me treat you." "No, no. What’s …