Chapter 15 - Rusty Sword Again (3)

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"You want me to go on a rampage?"

"Well, I'll handle the consequences."

Ruel smiled with satisfaction.

I had to step on it when I broke it. It wouldn't have changed otherwise.

I will.

"What's the thief up to? You know who did it."

"I will handle that. So, do as I have requested."

"Okay."

When Ganien left, Ruel reached out to Cassion.

I'm hungry. I wanted to eat the rest of the cookies.

"Give me the basket Astell gave me."

"I gave it to Ganien. Everything."

The basket was not here.

Cassion soon smiled as he thought of something.

"Oh, come to think of it, they're almost fighting over something. There was."

"...it's been taken away."

Ruel was really disappointed.

The taste was excellent with Cassion, but what Astell made was strangely comfortable for the body.

'Actually, What the heck is up with Astell?'

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"What are you doing?" A child stared at Cassion's actions.

Unsurprisingly, Cassion was choosing the distributed food with a careful face.

Meals were served in the open space outside.

It was noisy as most of the villagers gathered.

With the loud noise, Ruel couldn't hear anything around him. Grabbing his hungry stomach, he raised his eyebrows at the dwindling sheep.

"It's rough."

"No," Cassion said firmly.

"What are you doing?"

The children asked again.

"There are foods that cause trouble when you eat them, so I'm choosing them."

"Do you have to get hurt again?"

"Are you sick again?"

"Yes, it hurts when you eat it." Cassion patted the children's heads and laughed.

"That's enough."

Cassion, who had been taking it out for a long time, stuck out the plate.

"Well..."

All there was on the plate were potatoes and sweet potatoes.

When I saw Cassion's plate, which was rich in bread, meat, and soup, I was embarrassed.

However, when I see him doing this, I don't think he's trying to screw me with all his heart, so I held it in and ate it.

"The meal suits my taste..."

Any other words said were inaudible.

Cheynol looked at Ruel's plate of potatoes and sweet potatoes.

His face hardened slightly.

"There are foods I shouldn't eat, so I gave them away. Please, kindly pass on it."

"How many are there?"

"That's why it's hard."

Cheynol looked at Cassion, who smiled as if he were tired and then turned to his plate.

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