I'll Surpass The MC

"Okay, lead us there." Maroppa took the initiative to accept the invitation, subtly observing Inala's figure, 'Her demeanour is completely different from when she talked to me before. Even looking at her eyes, I can no longer see any traces of someone with more than three Natures.'

It meant that when necessary, Inala was able to completely suppress all traces of himself, a frightening conclusion to arrive at. It meant that the previous time they talked, Maroppa was only able to detect that he had more than three Natures precisely because Inala himself wanted to showcase it.

'He's one scary lunatic!' She tried her best to hide her thoughts and accompanied Orakha to the third floor, commenting in shock unanimously with Orakha, "Are these all Satellites?"

"Oh, you have a great eye for luxury, dear customer!" Inala praised them blatantly and pointed them to a large open cabin where they could have some level of privacy. Each cabin occupied 16 square metres in area, bordered by hip-high walls engraved with landscape carvings.

The table seemed to jut out of the floor, as if a geyser, realistically carved. As they took a seat on chairs similarly geyser-shaped, Orakha commented, "They look like marble, but somehow are soft."

"What is this material?" He stared at Inala to ask, not even realising that the woman before him was none other than Inala.

"It's a secret of our establishment." Inala smiled apologetically and then presented forth a menu card to the both of them, "We have a long list of items available here. Please take your time to order as many as you want."

"We'll start with these three then." Maroppa casually pointed to the topmost three items on the menu. She didn't know how any of them would taste, since all the names were foreign to her—unique dishes created by the Misty Flake Tea House.

"I'll bring them in a minute." Saying so, Inala left gracefully.

"This place is nice." Orakha commented as he peered outside and observed the large estates covering the place, "The view is pretty good too. How did you find out about this place?"

"Well, one of my employees usually passes by this place." Maroppa said, "They found out about this place's opening and told me. They said the owners of this establishment are pretty ambitious."

"Figures," Orakha nodded and observed the sheer number of wares made using Satellites present in the place. As he continued to observe, an aromatic scent wafted into his nostrils and sparked his appetite.

Inala brought in two tea cups and made the table, pouring in the contents for the first item.

Orakha had a sip and felt a gentle heat stir up in his stomach, causing his Mystic Bone Art to activate in response. He observed his Prana increase by two units, surprised once he glanced at the price for the drink, 'It's cheaper than if I used Parute Fruits for the same gain.'

By now, Maroppa too had come to the same conclusion. But upon knowing that the Tea House was run by Inala, she knew the truth, 'He used a Prana Bomb to brew this. That's how he can make such a refreshing drink.'

'But, what's your endgame here, Inala?' She was unable to find the answer. Soon, Inala brought in the second item and poured it into a new set of cups. Maroppa drank everything, complimenting in the end, "That was refreshing."

"We'll come by more often in the future."

"It's our pleasure to serve you." Inala bowed faintly as he received money and watched Maroppa and Orakha leave. Until the end, Orakha didn't even have a hint of suspicion, 'Yeah, he won't be a threat in my race to obtain the Attribute.'

Maroppa was pretty famous in the Spirit Weapon industry. And upon seeing her become a regular patron of the Misty Flake Tea House, many others from the industry paid a visit.

A month after the tea house was opened to the public, profits started pouring in at a decent rate, causing Wittral to be all smiles. "Business is booming."

"Do we hire a few staff?" He asked next.

"No, I can handle the crowd." Inala shook his head. Having a third party was a risk, as they could be used by the reincarnates to target him. Moreover, their presence would prevent Inala from moving as free as he did now.

"Tell me if it ever gets overwhelming," Wittral spoke in concern.

"It's fine, I'm happy working like this," Inala said, quietly biding his time as news of the tea house spread to the wealthy customers of Akahah Street. And finally, it garnered the interest of Arlfarah Mansion.

Forty days after the tea house was opened, Farloon Brimgan made his arrival, accompanied by his wife. They made a beeline to the fourth floor, reserving the entire floor in their name. Since he planned a visit, he already gathered all the details regarding the tea house from his servants.

"I heard good reviews about this place." Farloon Brimgan explained to his wife. "This entire establishment is run by a couple. Pretty amazing, right?"

"It is," His wife commented and stared at a flower vase in interest, "That's…made from a Comet."

She got up and touched the vase, confirming upon seeping her Prana into it, "This is indeed a Comet. How did they manage to shape it into a vase?"

"My husband made them." A lady's voice interrupted her, calm, pleasant to hear.

Farloon Brimgan's wife stared in the direction of the sound and was surprised, 'What a gorgeous woman!'

Her attention fell on Inala's thick, braided hair that reached her thigh, enamoured by its quality, "How do you maintain that?"

"Oh, this?" Inala smiled and pointed at his hair, "I'll write down my haircare routine. I created a couple of herbal pastes that can maintain my hair's strength and glossiness."

"We also have a drink that promotes hair growth." Inala took the chance to advertise upon seeing the lady's interest.

"Isn't that wonderful, dear…?" The lady looked at her husband to ask, only to see him stare at Inala with a strange, gaze, puzzled.

"You…" Farloon Brimgan observed Inala as the feeling of nostalgia stemmed strongly towards the latter, "Your name?"

"Amita." Inala made a curt introduction.

'Her demeanour is strikingly similar to him.' Farloon Brimgan thought and asked, "Do you know anyone by the name of…Fhoong?"

Seeing Inala's eyes widen in surprise at the name, Farloon Brimgan realised that the two were related. His gaze hardened a bit as he asked, "How are you related to him?"

"He's my grandfather." Inala smiled wryly, "But how do you know him, sir?"

"He hadn't been here for ages."

"Haha, I know him, of course. Who doesn't know him?" Farloon Brimgan chuckled and asked, "How is he?"

"He's dead," Inala said with a tone of sadness.

"I see," Farloon Brimgan sighed in melancholy as he nodded after a bit of thought, "I'm sorry about that."

"That's alright, sir. I'm just happy someone remembers him." Smiling widely, Inala walked away, making preparations for his orders.

"She's the granddaughter of Fhoong Brimgan?" Farloon Brimgan's wife asked in shock, "Are you sure about that?"

"Pretty much," Farloon Brimgan nodded, "They are strikingly similar. I can just feel it instinctively. I might have run into her before but didn't recognise her. That might explain why I felt pangs of nostalgia for the past few weeks."

"It seems she doesn't intend to make use of her identity." Farloon Brimgan's wife commented upon observing Inala, "But if Fhoong Brimgan's supporters come to know of her existence, they might rally behind her."

"What do you plan to do in that case?" She asked.

"Let's wait and see first." Farloon Brimgan revealed a faint smile, "If she has inherited Fhoong Brimgan's knowledge and shows sufficient talent, I'll adopt her as my daughter."

"At least, that way, our useless children will have a future as a Royal."