After Rai arrived, he handed Kaiser his daily protein as usual. The brown bag rustled softly as it landed in Kaiser's hands.
It was warm. Heavy. Familiar.
"Thanks."
Kaiser muttered, giving Rai a slight nod.
"No problem."
Rai answered with a smile, brushing dust off his sleeve.
Then, as always, they chatted casually.
Just small talk.
Rai mentioned how loud the inner halls were getting again. Some idiot in the Copper Wing dropped a tray and caused a mess. They both shared a quiet laugh about it.
(Servants have ranks too— Copper Wing, Silver Wing, and Gold Wing. Basically the same with the Gladiators. Rai is in Bronze.)
Kaiser listened silently as usual—half amused, half bored.
Eventually, though, the topic shifted.
Kaiser opened his mouth—
"So... Did you hear about the organization registration?"
Then he asked Rai that, getting to the important part. His eyes narrowing slightly.
Rai stopped mid-sentence and tilted his head.
