"It's late, Mahi. After a brief silence, the boy was still smiling, his blue eyes looking a little strange under the kerosene lamp.

But the tone is still so gentle, and the deep voice has the magnetism unique to adolescence-

"Go back and rest. ”

Mahi paused, then nodded.

Before leaving his house, she hugged the boy again.

"I can't send you tomorrow morning, I'll have to help with the Kosai family's funeral. ”

Lannoth nodded, "I know, goodbye, Mahi." ”

The girl's figure disappeared into the courtyard.

The blonde boy stood in the doorway, watching her depart.

When the figure disappeared completely, he withdrew his gaze, and then looked at a corner of the courtyard.

There was nothing in that corner.

Only a glowing flower spirit was flying.

Flower spirits are very common creatures in this world.

Although they are called "elves", if you look closely, they are just butterflies that emit fluorescence.

This is not unusual.

What really caught the boy's attention was the fragrant cake he placed on the stone table in the middle of the courtyard.

Uncle Corsai sent it, perhaps to make amends to him

The cake is fresh and creamy on top.

Teenagers don't like things like pastries, especially creamy ones.

He didn't eat anything he had ever eaten, and fed them all to the little monkeys who liked to run around in the back of the house.

At first glance, the cake looks the same as when it was first delivered, but if you look closely, you can see that the cream on the cake looks like someone has quietly dipped it with a finger.

Since the delivery, no one has moved, not even the little monkeys.

So where did that little bit of cream go?

*

Strange undead "Nafi".

Use the right hand "Mahi".

Maybe the undead wasn't the real Nafi either.

After all, the undead retain their habits in life, and Nafi hates meat, sweets, and Mahi.

All the nasty points have become the things that the undead like.

The boy hid the uncertain emotions in his eyes.

After saying goodbye to his friends, he may have been a little lost.

The blue eyes looked at the cake quietly, maybe he had no appetite, so the young man said softly:

"Leave it here, maybe...... The little monkeys are going to love it, right?"

There was no one in front of him.

This question is like a natural self-talk.

Maybe say it to yourself, maybe ...... Said to others.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and went back to his room, closing the door.

In the night, the moonlight shone on the small stone table.

The white cream cake is still giving off an attractive aroma.

It's been a long time.

The edge of the grass where the flower elves were flying suddenly made a slight rustling sound.

After a few more moments, it was as if something was slowly moving to the stone table.

So under the silent night sky, the cake full of cream began to shrink, and finally, only a small fork was left aside.

- It's really delicious!

Sophie is now very excited, and thanks to the completion of the mission, she can now touch objects and have a sense of taste, even though she is still in a spirit state!

[No, this is someone who gave luck to the son of luck, the host is big, you have finished eating, what if he finds out?] S12 said.

Sophie had a cake in her mouth and muttered, "Didn't you hear him say that he was going to feed the monkeys?

"In order not to let him waste it, I will help him eat it, anyway, when he wakes up tomorrow morning, the son of luck will only think that it was eaten by a monkey!"

S12：【......】

[So, host, you became this monkey?]

Sophie: "......"

Sophie: "I don't care!!Even if I'm treated like a monkey, I'm going to eat QAQ!!"

Only the husband and the food can live up to it...... And cousins.

*

Blue eyes peered through the window, quietly staring at the porcelain plate in the moonlight.

Really.

The cake is gone.

Disappear little by little out of thin air.

I ate it all the way up, and even the cream was licked up.

After looking at it for a while, he suddenly lowered his head, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then wrote a sentence on the small notebook he carried:

- Likes to eat.