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"Good day, Royal Sister."

As Morgan stepped into the living room, Samael emerged from the kitchen, smiling and waving in greeting. He set the neither-hot-nor-cold meal before his employer, his service impeccably attentive.

The Witch had long grown accustomed to that somewhat presumptuous yet intimate form of address. She gave a slight nod, then lowered her head to sample today's breakfast.

The moment the first spoonful of sweet soup entered her mouth, the freshness of plants and the sweet tang of fruit blossomed across her taste buds, awakening her body's dormant energy and stirring a powerful appetite. Morgan could not help but eat with relish, full of praise.

"Delicious. Is this a new dish you developed?"

"It was Freya. The child kept wanting to help, so I found her something to do and offered a few ideas. Turns out, her talent for this is astonishingly good."

Samael answered with a soft laugh and turned to look behind him.

At that moment, Freya came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of stew, only to be surrounded by Habetrotrot, Bavangshi, and Barghest. The three little fae were busy looking for chances to steal bites, their cheeks stuffed high and their mouths gleaming with oil.

Even Melly, who loved joining the fun, had come over to join the ambush squad, leaving the tiny head chef scrambling to avoid their grabs.

"Don't... forks... can you use forks... wash your hands... at least go wash your hands first...

...Ah... Barghest, get off my hand! Don't jump into the pot!"

Helpless, Freya kept lowering her demands. Though there was a hint of reproach on her little face, her amber eyes shone brighter than they ever had before.

Morgan noticed it as well. It was not only Freya; with some sort of balancing influence, the little