Molecular Gastronomy

The archmages of the Mage Tower reserved Maison Monbel.

The moment I heard that, I paused.

“The archmages?”

“Yes.”

Uncle Bernard said calmly.

“Three elders of the Mage Tower and two high-ranking mages from the research division. Apparently, it’s a private meal reservation, not an official visit.”

“Well, archmages are people too, so they can come here to eat. Still, this is going to be a hassle.”

In this world, mages were just as troublesome as nobles.

They had money, strong pride, and occasionally wielded the laws of the world however the hell they pleased.

The difference was that nobles sent people when they got angry, while mages could blow something up themselves...