Once he left Asaeya's house, Inala focused on his sense of fear, determining the Boar King's position. 'Good, he's leaving the Brimgan Empire.'

The past few days, the Boar King was constantly entering and leaving the Brimgan Empire. Inala kept track of his movements all along and recorded them in a Bone Slip, making a map of the places he visited the most.

Among the places, there was a secluded location in Fentan City that he always visited. Secluded wasn't the correct word, as once Inala correlated the data with Fentan City's layout, he determined that the location was situated on a street similar to Akahah Street, a place for the wealthy.

Exactly from his tea house, this location was around two kilometres away. It was scarily close. Of course, as long as he remained in his female form, Inala didn't have to fear the Boar King.

He quickly changed his clothes while assuming his female form and made a beeline towards the location, intending to find out the reason. By now, he had a feeling that in preparation for his Ravaged Tribe, the Boar King was raising his family in the Brimgan Empire.

With the ring he made for Inala and Wittral, the Boar King could equip his children with the same and hide them as Free Humans.

Until now, Inala had been busy with establishing a foothold for himself in Fentan City. But with that accomplished, he could immediately jump onto the next task.

Through the brightly lit night street, Inala walked, covering his head with a hat as he soon reached the respective street. From afar, he gazed in the direction of the location frequented by the Boar King, noticing that it was a pretty massive estate, on par with Arlfarah Mansion.

Unless it was a stroke of luck, it wasn't possible to run into those living in the mansion. Inala hoped to have such luck, but even as he passed by its front gates, there was no sign of anyone in the vicinity except a pair of guards.

Varahan Mansion!

It seemed the estate's old name was removed and replaced with the current name. Just the name alone was an indicator of this being the Boar King's home. 'Indeed, it means his family is living here.'

'Too bad for now. But I can always make contact later.' Thinking as such, Inala continued to walk away, slowing down subtly upon seeing a carriage drive into the mansion. He focused on his ears, judging based on the sound that stuffed to the brim within the carriage was food, ranging from meat to vegetables.

There was a faint smell accompanying the carriage, which he detected, 'So much food?'

Unless the Boar King spawned children like a factory, there wouldn't be a necessity for so much food. Judging by the smell, they were mostly perishables. It meant the people in the Varahan Estate were planning to consume all that food in a day or two.

'Did he already manage to birth Empyrean Boars?' If that happened, then the food requirement wouldn't be unusual, 'But even for the Boar King, turning the Ravaged Tribe into a Clan wouldn't be this quick.'

The Boar King was the strongest existence in Sumatra and with his abilities, there was nothing he couldn't do. But there only existed two Clans on Sumatra Continent and their origin was unknown. Or even if the details about their creation existed, the Boar King wasn't aware of it.

Therefore, it would be impossible for the Boar King to create a Clan from scratch and succeed in such a short duration. He wasn't equipped with the Empyrean Extraction Skill like Inala that allowed the rapid accumulation of data from all walks of life.

The Boar King would have to experiment, similar to the Rockatrice and other Silver-Grade Pranic Beasts at the Sanrey Plains. 'But still, this is the Boar King. Anything is possible for him. So, I should keep an open mind while approaching this situation.'

Though, one thing was for sure. The Boar King hadn't succeeded in creating his Clan yet. Inala was assured of that one fact, since the pressure of fear he felt from the Boar King didn't change. If his Ravaged Tribe becomes a Clan, a change would erupt in his Prana, allowing his strength to climb up.

But currently, that hasn't happened. The level of fear Inala felt towards the Boar King through Internal Inertial Gravity was the same as usual. 'I should keep watch on this place.'

For a moment, Inala thought of casually striking up a conversation with the guards of a nearby mansion to coincidentally know what was happening in Varahan Mansion. But after a momentary consideration, he avoided that, feeling an eerie sensation of uneasiness.

That sense of eeriness emanated from the Varahan Mansion. Hence, without trying anything else, he returned to the Misty Flake Tea House after purchasing the necessary incense.

Morning, the next day, the Misty Flake Tea House announced its grand opening, revealing an establishment filled with splendour. Aromatic scents of tea wafted out of the open balconies and refreshed the minds of the passersby, drawing them into the establishment.

In a matter of hours, there was a decent number of people. The drinks served in the tea house faintly stirred up one's Prana, invigorating their bodies.

One of the expensive drinks, titled the Misty Flaked Tea became an instant hit, because it straight up acted like a diluted Elixir and added a unit of Prana to those that drank it. It was aromatic, refreshed the body, cleared up the mind, and relaxed the muscles.

But the best aspect of the Misty Flaked Tea wasn't its effects, but its price. It cost 12 Briga. Here was what made it an instant hit.

One Briga equalled eight Parute Fruits. And 12 Briga equalled 96 Parute. To gain a unit of Prana, one needs to consume 100 Parute Fruits. This means that the Misty Flaked Tea was not only a refreshing drink, but it was more efficient than consuming Parute Fruits.

The value for money was irresistible. Soon enough, customers came flocking thanks to word of mouth spreading around.

"Three Misty Flaked Tea coming right up," Inala announced with a chirpy voice and served using psychokinesis. This way, he was able to manage multiple floors.

The ground and first floor had a lot of cheap drinks meant for the masses. The second floor served the Misty Flaked Tea, their signature product. The third floor served premium versions of the same, creating a relaxing spot for the rich, being served with tea equivalent to Low-Grade Elixirs, capable of increasing one's Prana by eight to ten units.

There were board games conceptualised by Inala to play around. And finally, the fourth floor was a reserved space only for members. Basically, VIP customers of the tea house, served with cups and platters made out of Comets.

Grandiose carvings covered the walls, realistic, and capable of invoking one's emotion, as Inala went all out with his Imagination Art, happy to use it after the Empyrean Zingers worked to turn it into a Skill.

Most of the customers were present on the first and second floors. It would take a while before the tea house's reputation increases through word of mouth before the rich customers start to arrive.

But of course, Inala had the perfect individual to reach that customer base. He rushed to the entrance and stared at the duo of Maroppa and Orakha, greeting enthusiastically, "Welcome to the Misty Flake Tea House."

"Shall I escort you to the third floor?"