It takes courage to apologize.
"I'm sorry, we shouldn't have been hostile towards you."
Rinne very surprised. "It's okay. After all, I was the one who was wrong in the first place. Actually, I should be the one apologizing to you."
Hermione and Daphne both met her sincere eyes.
Putting aside any preconceived notions of hostility, the eldest daughter of the Shingu Family is remarkably easy to get along with.
"I can guarantee that nothing like this will ever happen again. My parents have changed their minds now."
After yesterday's series of tests, Hayahiko and Meiko may not use Vincent anymore, but they definitely have other ideas.
Neither of the two little witches believed he was someone who could be easily fooled.
Now that they've started to enjoy this vacation, they have no reason to continue harboring hostility towards the Shingu Family.
Of course, we haven't completely let our guard down; trust is built up little by little.
"Miss Jingu, please allow us to retain our doubts about you and your family."
"Of course, no problem. I understand how important Vincent is to you." Rinne seemed to be testing something.
"No!" Hermione denied immediately. "He's just my friend, a friend who has taught me a lot."
Daphne lowered her head. "He helped our Greengrass Family. I can't just stand by and watch him get hurt."
"Oh? I see." Rinne smiled mysteriously, resting her cheek on one hand. "I know someone who said Vincent has no particular orientation."
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"Maybe in another year or two, he will receive many love letters from little witches every year."
Hermione and Daphne pursed their lips, unable to understand what she was trying to say.
"Grandma Chizuru just now—never mind, I hope your friendship won't change."
It's inexplicable.
"Miss Jingu, thank you for your advice."
Our friendship will never change.
Rinne suppressed her smile and stared intently at the two of them.
"Vincent gives me a complicated feeling; what he wants is probably further than I can imagine."
Hermione frowned. "Is this your judgment as a future partner?"
"No, we're just ordinary friends."
Daphne had a vague idea of what was going on. "He's building his own power base, and you're just one part of it?"
"Girls' intuition is usually very accurate." Rinne's gaze softened.
"It seems that you don't know the answer either, or at least not all of it."
She returned to her previous interested state, "Ladies, could you tell me what you both know?"
This is very important to me; it concerns the future stance of the Shingu Family.
Hermione and Daphne exchanged a glance.
I was tricked into saying something.
Even if you don't get the exact answer, you can still get a very close answer by thinking about it carefully.
"Go ask him."
"If you are truly partners, he will definitely tell you."
Rinne smiled and looked back and forth at the two nervous little witches.
It's impossible to guess what Vincent is thinking, but these two are quite easy to guess.
After a brief silence, three plates of Japanese dumplings suddenly appeared on the empty table.
There are red, green, and white.
She picked up a white string of pearls. "How about we talk about something else?"
"What do you want to talk about?"
"Tell me how you met him."
"Okay, you go first."
Hermione and Daphne reached out their little hands toward the plate in front of them.
Dumplings don't appear out of thin air, of course.
They were made by House-elf and delivered to each table of guests.
Vincent looked toward that unseen spot.
They're still talking about it now; the House-elf here must be doing better than in Europe.
It is foolish to indulge in past glories and become self-absorbed.
Muggle technology is advancing rapidly, and at this time we should unite to find a way to prevent our living space from shrinking further.
Voldemort's mind was filled with nothing but Avada Kedavra, Dumbledore lived in a hell called regret.
Vincent finally felt the mission that once belonged to Grindelwald.
"Shit! Roar—" Kenny bit off a black ball and immediately spat out a small flame from his mouth.
It was indeed the Fire Dragon Breath.
His face was flushed, and he was clutching his throat as if he was holding something back.
"Roar!" This flame was much larger than before.
After coughing a few times, he drank two glasses of milk before he felt better.
"Is it really necessary?" Vincent picked up a string of black and white dumplings in front of him.
"You try it if you dare," Kenny said, pushing the plate away with a look of disgust.
"It's not a matter of whether it chokes or not, it's a matter of burning from your stomach all the way down to your throat."
Vincent shook his head and picked out the topmost black one.
White is the color least likely to cause problems.
It tastes very sweet and is safe.
Not only that, but my mood has also improved.
If I'm not mistaken, it probably contains ingredients similar to Elixir to Induce Euphoria.
"Damn it!" Kenny cursed as he pulled the plate back.
The adventurous America people will never fall into the same trap twice.
If you can't eat black ones, then eat red ones.
Wow—it's warm and cozy, perfect for the current weather.
The yellow color has a strange taste, both sour and salty, much like the kimchi from the neighboring island.
The light green one is especially delicious, with a delicate fragrance similar to jasmine.
"Don't eat the pickled radish!" The dark green color is mustard.
Everyone who chose their flavor based on him had to give him a thumbs up.
This is a true Champion.
"Keep going! You can definitely finish it!"
Encouraged by Vincent, Kenny reluctantly ate a blue one.
Oh—it smells like the ocean!
It's both fishy and salty, which is hard for a normal person to accept.
Although the Shingu Family's dumplings don't have Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, each one has a certain magical effect.
If you don't like the taste, eating another one will cover it up.
This discovery made Kenny eat even faster.
Silver will cause convulsions, purple will make your head grow bigger, and brown tastes like extremely bitter chocolate...
He stuck out his numb tongue and gave the gray ball a thumbs-down.
Finally, there's an orange one.
He first raised an eyebrow at Vincent, then slowly swallowed it into his mouth under everyone's watchful eyes.
"Uh—" Kenny, who was tightly gripping their throats, made them all gasp.
Jennifer quickly held the white dumpling to his mouth.
Before he could even feel envious or jealous, he was already sweating profusely from the spiciness.
What happened to the promised coverage?
A female shop assistant jogged over and said, "I'm very sorry, but once you've eaten our dumplings, they won't have any effect for the rest of the day."
"Is there any other flavor?" Jennifer asked anxiously, gently patting Kenny's back.
"Yes, we do." The shop assistant's eyes darted around.
"Following the two new flavors, Fire Dragon Breath and Hot Winter, we developed a combination of the two..."
"Um—no need." Jennifer looked at Kenny's uncomfortable expression and suddenly felt that this was a good opportunity.
She playfully hooked his chin with her fingertips.
"Kenny, you have to hang in there! We're not married or have kids yet!"
"Mmm—mmm—" He nodded excitedly, as if making a promise.
Is this something children should listen to?
Vincent covered his ears, kicked James, and turned his face away.
No wonder Rinne got dumped, it turns out she wasn't proactive enough—cough cough!
Young people are young people; they should talk about everything behind closed doors.