The sound of clinking cutlery echoed quite loudly.
It was because no one was speaking.

‘They throw such a grand banquet, yet the owner’s family hides away in the palace.’

That was a bit surprising.

I thought at least we’d be eating in the banquet hall, but they had completely isolated us, setting up a separate area exclusively for our family.
It felt like we could leave whenever we wanted, like we could roam around the banquet hall later if we wished.

‘Is this the “We’re different from you” vibe?’

It was truly a mindset typical of the owner’s family, where discrimination is the default.

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