Elliot looked surprised when he saw Sally in a qipao holding a tray full of dirty dishes, but only for a moment. He regained his composure and smiled at Sally. “Excuse me, are you still open?”


  “Yes, we are,” Yabemiya said hurriedly when she saw Sally standing there like a statue. “Please take a seat wherever you like.”


  When Elliot sat down and started to browse a menu, Miya nudged Sally and asked in a whisper, “What’s wrong? Are you OK?” Shouldn’t she be happy to see another elf?

  “I…… I’m fine.” Sally collected the rest of the dishes on the table absent-mindedly, and turned to leave for the kitchen. She must have turned too fast, though, because the dish stack moved and fell off the tray.

  Sally was caught by surprise. She had only made such a mistake as this when she first started working here.

  Babla was carrying a tray serving food. When she saw the dishes falling from the corner of her eye, she stuck out her index finger and raised it. The plates stopped before they hit the floor, and then flew back onto Sally’s tray.

  Babla winked at Sally as she walked by her. “Be careful.”


  Sally nodded and started for the kitchen again.

  A 7th-tier spatial magic caster? How did the owner here manage to hire two 7th-tier magic casters and a half-dragon? Elliot thought curiously.

  Sally went into the kitchen and closed the door behind her. She put down the tray and strode over to Firis, who was watching Mag cook.

  “Sa— Aisha, what’re you—” Firis started, suddenly nervous.

  “Shh! Keep your voice down,” Sally whispered. “The head of the Brewster Family is outside. I believe he is coming for me, but if he saw you, he’d probably take you too.”


  Mag raised his head and glanced at them, a hint of sadness flashing across his face. Sally is leaving.

  The elves were drifting towards a civil war after the elven queen went into seclusion and Irina was deposed. It was an open secret that Borg was plotting to become the first male monarch in elven history. Helena, meanwhile, was trying to crown a new queen.

  Sally was the first on her list.

  Few elves knew that the new elven princess, and possibly the future elven queen, was working as a waitress in a restaurant in Chaos City.

  Mag had known that someone would come looking for Sally, but he hadn’t expected them to come so soon.

  It would be almost impossible to find a waitress as good as Sally again.

  The elves might never forgive him if they found out that the old elven princess was his daughter’s mother and the new princess was one of his waitresses.

  Mag wasn’t worried that Elliot would take Firis away by force. He wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on the girl who had been brought here by Alex. Besides, he didn’t want too many people to know he was here.

  Firis looked frightened. She peered out and then looked at Sally. “Are you going to go with him?”


  She had been suspecting, from the day she met Sally in the restaurant, that she had run away from home, because from what she had learned, Sally should be in seclusion.

  And now she had been found.

  The head of the Brewster Family had come to take her back himself.

  “What choice do I have? He has seen me.” Sally gave a sad smile, put the dishes in the dishwasher, and walked out with the tray again.

  When Elliot saw Sally clean ables with water-type magic, he felt relieved and happy.

  The Sally he had known had been too rebellious and stubborn to do anything he told her, but now it seemed she had become better-natured and more easy-going.

  He had thought he would lose his temper when he saw her, but strangely, he was not angry with her at all.

  She has stayed here for several months. What’s keeping her here? Elliot wondered. She looks nothing like the girl that ran away from home months ago.

  Sally had calmed herself down. She didn’t avoid Elliot’s eyes and cleared the tables methodically as always.

  “It’s my first time here. Any recommendations?” Elliot asked with a smile when Sally walked past him.

  Taken by surprise, Sally stood there for a moment before turning around. She looked him in the eye, surprised at his calmness, and then walked over to open the menu. “How about the pepper steak? And we have beer if you’d like some.”


  “Okay. I’ll have a pepper steak and a glass of beer.”


  Sally nodded and walked to the kitchen.

  Soon Elliot found himself staring at a steaming steak and a glass of bubbling beer.

  His eyes widened when he smelled the aroma of the steak.