"Click."
Amid a faint sound, the door to a room was opened almost silently.
The Foxkin Saintess quietly poked her head out from the room, her expression full of vigilance.
Under the Foxkin Saintess's watchful gaze, she took in the living room outside the room at a glance.
And so, the Foxkin Saintess saw the following scene.
"Please open your mouth, Miss Emerald."
An exceptionally beautiful maid held a bowl and fed an adorable little girl in a completely flat tone.
"Ah~~~"
The adorable little girl obediently opened her mouth at once, taking the spoon brought before her and eating a mouthful of meat and broth. Her tiny cheeks puffed up as she slowly chewed.
Beside the pair of girls sat a yawning man, cutting into a steak with his knife.
"Isn't it a bit unhealthy to eat something this rich so early in the morning?"
He muttered that, yet his actions did not hesitate in the slightest. He sent bite after bite of steak into his mouth, eating faster than anyone else.
The Foxkin Saintess could understand his words saying one thing while his body did another.
After all, even from where she stood, she could smell waves of mouthwatering fragrance that made her restless.
(Ugh, it smells so good.)
The Foxkin Saintess was certain that food with such an aroma had to be an incomparably delicious masterpiece.
Before such a masterpiece, even the pickiest person would probably be unable to resist digging in and eating it clean.
The Foxkin Saintess had the urge to rush out and feast to her heart's content.
But she held herself back.
The Foxkin Saintess knew every one of the people before her.
There was no need to mention Emerald. The Foxkin Saintess had known of her existence from the beginning.
She had