Daniel saw that these former opponents and fellow travelers had all gathered together.
Around them were piles of wine and food. There was even a group of graceful attendants in flowing robes, dancing lightly to the faint sound of string music.
"What a comfortable scene."
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Daniel's mouth as he spoke.
"You all seem to be living quite well."
When Harris and the others heard this, their expressions immediately became awkward.
Even they themselves could not tell whether that awkwardness came from Daniel's seemingly casual words, or from the deep shame they felt toward their own decadent behavior.
As top existences among peak demi-sage ranks, the word "advancement" had long since been carved into their bones and fused into their blood.
Yet now, they indulged in wine and pleasure all day long, wasting their years and throwing their ambition to pursue the peak far behind them.
There seemed to be a trace of mockery in Daniel's words.
