Hate me, Miss Witch!

Chapter 421 - 216: Tonight Will Be Another Bloody Storm

The fireplace in the living room is burning.

The orange-red glow of the fire, along with the fragrance of the dishes, spreads warmth to every corner of the living room.

A simple family dinner was quickly coming to an end.

In fact, at the current rank of Shiayar and the others, they no longer need food to sustain life.

For the Throne and Demigods, whose essence of life is gradually transcending, a single sleep or a trip to the Astral Realm spans decades or even centuries. If they needed to eat during that time, it might be impossible to travel.

However, both Shiayar and Enola and Silvia have long been accustomed to such family gatherings.

As Shiayar said, life requires a sense of ceremony.

"Full, full."

"Ennie, your culinary skills seem to have improved again. This level of deliciousness can be called enlightened cuisine, like the kind that would earn you a spot among the elite Ten at Totsuki."

Shiayar lounged sloppily in his chair, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and let out a satisfied sigh.

"If it weren’t for Silvia Babe and Her Majesty being here, making the atmosphere inappropriate, I’d really want to explode my clothes right now to express my admiration for you."

Enola’s expression showed no ripple from Shiayar’s unrestrained praise, remaining as cold as ice.

She just sat quietly next to Shiayar, listening to his speech.

A moment later, she tilted her head slightly: "Say a few more words."

"Uh... let me think."

"In the culinary field, I, Shiayar, am willing to call you the strongest."

Enola continued to tilt her head slightly, brushing away a few strands of light golden hair that fell across her forehead: "Say a few more."

Shiayar thought for a moment, resisting the impulse to say, "But please don’t forget, you are merely born in an era without me."

After pondering slightly, he spoke heartfelt words:

"Ennie, please make sure to cook miso soup for me every morning from now on."

The blond girl, tilted her head like that, gazed at Shiayar with those pure sky-blue eyes.

After a long while, she blinked, and that light and airy voice echoed through the living room: "Can I understand this as a confession?"

"Yes, it’s a confession."

"The real meaning of this sentence is the hope that you can be the wife who makes my breakfast each day in the future."

Shiayar waved his hand: "We’re already an old couple, I didn’t expect you to still love hearing these... I thought you’d be tired of hearing this after those ten years in the Garden of Eden."

Enola glanced at Shiayar but didn’t answer. She merely directed her gaze back to the dining plate, filled with papaya milk.

Her sight subtly shifted.

With an extremely tiny, barely perceptible movement, she glanced at Silvia, whose silhouette was outlined by her long dress on the left.

Then, she glanced at Her Majesty the Queen, whose majestic curves were beneath her moon-white trench coat on the opposite side.

Enola withdrew her gaze and downed the entire glass of papaya milk in front of her.

...

"I suppose this should have placated the tsundere beast at home?"

On the other hand, Shiayar also let out a long breath of relief in his heart.

Even though Enola didn’t explicitly express herself.

However, with Shiayar’s understanding of Enola, from her minute actions and details at the moment, he could tell that the girl’s mood was rather good now.

In other words, the previous storm from being caught flirting with Her Majesty was probably brushed past with Ennie now.

Even if there were a bit of dissatisfaction remaining, later at night in bed, he’d let her have her way.

A good man does not quarrel with a woman, Shiayar couldn’t help but recall a classic saying from his previous life.

"By the way, Ennie..."

"You and Brother Shiayar, do you usually cook yourselves when you’re at home?"

Silvery words appeared in the air.

Silvia took a sip of her bubbling happy water, then looked over at Enola, who was raising her glass and gulping down papaya milk.

She always felt that this blonde girl seemed to be stubbornly stuck in an obsession, but no matter how Silvia contemplated, she couldn’t notice due to some sort of unconsciousness.

"Hmm."

Hearing Silvia’s inquiry, Enola temporarily put down the papaya milk in her hand and nodded slightly.

Though Enola would often get a bit petulant in exchanges with Shiayar alone,

she always maintained the picture-perfect noble etiquette befitting a Winter Flower Family lady in front of others, leaving no room for critique.

"Before moving to the residence on Jingui Street, Shiayar and I were very young, and there wasn’t much money in our accounts."

"Even if we had some savings, they were mostly spent on exploring historical relics and purchasing extraordinary materials to enhance our Pet Beast’s evolution."

Her sky-blue eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence.

"Back then, because we were short on money, we could only rent cheap apartments in Downtown or stay in St. Roland Academy’s student dorms."

"Plus, with Shiayar and I frequently having to go out for bounties from the Jurisdiction Bureau and the Military Department, Shiayar often left the Empire Capital alone to search for historical relics’ clues, so we rarely spent time together."

"However, whenever we had free time on weekends, Shiayar would always personally cook and make me a large table of sumptuous dishes."