"I refuse."
Mag shook his head without any hesitation. As he did so, he pointed toward the restaurant door with his chopsticks, and said, "The door is just over there. Please vacate yourself from the premises, Your Highness. Of course, if you'd like to dine at the restaurant, you can go line up outside and await your turn once the breakfast service commences. At my restaurant, even royalty have to line up."
"I… You…" Babla's mouth gaped open as she stared at Mag, appearing as if she were struggling to believe her ears. This bastard had refused her request, and even told her to go line up for breakfast outside! Blood rushed into her head, and she felt as if she were about to faint again. Only by supporting herself against a table did she manage to keep herself remaining upright.
