As one night in the real world was equal to two days in the Dream World, Roland took the three witches to Crown Hotel the next day evening.
"Your Majesty, is it true that we can eat whatever we want there?" Dawnen asked as she poked her head out of the rear window of his car, her eyes sparkling.
"Of course. It's not that different from the party held by nobles. You should have attended many such parties back in the Union age, right?"
"But you couldn't eat whatever you want at those parties."
"Really?" Roland asked with curiosity.
