Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil

Billy's stood as a two-story edifice, its entrance exuding an air of grandeur to warmly receive its guests.

The exterior was adorned with an array of lively signs and posters, beckoning potential patrons with its vibrant allure.

Osha's curiosity piqued. Without hesitation, she decided to venture into this establishment that held a central position within the district.

Upon crossing the threshold, an inexplicable aura seemed to envelop Osha. She discerned an air of peculiarity distinct from the opulent restaurants that peppered Edinburgh or the entirety of Anfang.

The restaurant's unassuming exterior was a mere prelude to its lavish interior, a feat achieved through the mastery of spatial-element magic. As Osha entered, she was confronted with a question: was this establishment truly just a simple restaurant?

The intricately partitioned spaces within hinted at a design not just for culinary pleasure, but for comprehensive entertainment. These varied sections seemed tailored to gratify every desire and amuse its visitors, offering a complete package of sensory delights.

The establishment's culinary offerings spanned an extensive spectrum, featuring a rich variety of delectable dishes. To perpetuate the cycle of gluttonous indulgence, a diverse array of activities was interwoven, ensnaring guests in an almost irresistible rhythm of consumption.

This design suggested that anyone who crossed the threshold might find themselves incapable of departure until they had sampled every diversion and indulged in every unnecessary luxury it offered.

Inside Billy's, a bowling alley section beckoned, while a group of Rankers clustered around a raised table, deftly aiming for small numbered balls with sleek sticks, seemingly attempting to guide these balls into pockets situated around the table's perimeter.

In one corner, a group of musicians played an infectious tune, their harmonies blending with the clinking of cutlery as patrons relished their sumptuous meals. Another corner provided a family-oriented space, where kin could gather, relishing a variety of exquisite dishes while enjoying each other's company.

At another nook within Billy's, a bar catered to the insatiable thirst of its patrons, offering an unending stream of drinks. Before them, a sizable holographic screen broadcasted live tournaments occurring throughout the City of White Raven.

These patrons had already chosen their preferred teams, their cheers and jeers accompanying their drinks as they watched the matches unfold, instructing the bartender to keep their tabs open.

Amid the camaraderie of clinking glasses, patrons engaged in animated and exuberant discussions, passionately defending their choice of team and vehemently dismissing rival contenders as inconsequential.

The air was charged with excitement as patrons energetically debated the merits of their chosen favorites. Wagers were placed, and friendly debates escalated into lively betting sessions, where drinks were exchanged with every victory or defeat recorded by the participating Rankers in the ongoing tournaments.

What remained veiled to the warriors striving for recognition and prestige was that their triumphs and setbacks were being collectively experienced by their fervent supporters, connecting them in a bond beyond the battle itself.

'Never before have I encountered a place like this, even beyond the borders of Edinburgh.'

Osha murmured to herself, her eyes raptly taking in the bustling activities around her. After a contemplative pause, she made her way toward the bar area. Choosing a secluded corner devoid of people, she secured a seat for herself.

With a view of the bartender's station, she settled in and proceeded to place an order as the live stream of an ongoing tournament flickered across a sizable spectral screen suspended above.

Osha engaged her Mana Sense, intuitively navigating the process of ordering. With a mere mental gesture, a floating board materialized before her. Fingertips tapping gracefully, an extensive and intricate Spectral Menu unfolded.

The selection ranged from the familiar to the exotic, granting her the freedom to customize dishes to her liking. A variety of premium spirits and liquors beckoned, some of which she seamlessly blended to concoct her own unique cocktail.

Osha discovered an engaging feature within Billy's establishment: if her created cocktail was consumed by a set number of patrons within a day, she would have the honor of naming it. Leveraging her profound Spiritual Force as a Sage, crafting a potentially exquisite cocktail was a swift endeavor. In a matter of moments, her order was placed, accompanied by a delectable dish of her choice.

'Not a bad place, but the prices are rather exorbitant.'

Osha wrinkled her nose in response to the numbers displayed beside each item on the Spectral Menu. Her astonishment deepened upon discovering that a glass of water carried a hefty price tag of 20 Extols, solely because it bore the label "Sparkling Water."

The sheer variety of coffee options equally baffled her, ranging from Red Eye to Long Black, turning the once simple beverage into an exclusive concoction emblematic of Billy's culinary audacity.

'Perhaps I should taste this damn over expensive Sparkling Water as well and see what all the fuss is about."

Osha mumbled to herself, her gaze fixed on the entry that danced across the Spectral Menu. Despite her status as a Sage and the wealth that accompanied it, Osha had never been one to indulge in extravagant spending. Her beginnings had been modest, instilling within her a certain level of hesitation when it came to lavishness.

Her contemplations, however, were interrupted by a voice emanating from behind her.

"Kekeke. Anything you choose shall be on the house, Sage Osha. Feel free to order to your heart's content."

Turning, Osha discovered none other than Eren, the architect of the City of White Raven and the very individual who had extended the invitation to her. Finally, after granting her nearly a week to explore his city, he had made his appearance.

A smile crept onto Osha's lips, and with a beckoning gesture, she invited Eren to take a seat beside her. Shooting him a mildly reproachful look, she spoke her mind, her annoyance thinly veiled.

"Eren, you have some gall to overcharge your patrons. Who in their right mind sells a glass of water for a staggering 20 Extols? And a glass of coffee for whooping…"

Eren, in response, simply shrugged, his hands raised in a gesture of surrender. He cut Osha off before she could finish voicing her "customer complaint."

"Hey, don't blame me for this. This place isn't under my management. Beelze… cough.. I mean… Argo is the one overseeing these restaurants.

You might not be aware, but Billy's extends its reach beyond the confines of the City of White Raven. It boasts several branches across the entirety of Anfang. You'd be surprised how many customers are willing to pay for things like these out of their own initiative."

Eren explained, deftly shifting responsibility for Argo's business practices.

AN: Argo decided to run Billy's in chapter 1257.