Why hadn't Great Vampire Cuiklan gotten to eat his favorite flame cake? What change had occurred in the Achitara family's traditions? How could a question like that possibly be answered by an ordinary noble girl?
So, after the mad knight sternly questioned her, the incoherent Linka was drenched in sweat within mere seconds.
Not answering was definitely not an option. Golden Flash Knight clearly did not look like he was making some flirtatious joke, but... but she simply had no way to answer. How was she supposed to answer a question that had no answer?
The poor little girl truly had no other choice. She could only grit her teeth, rack her brains, and force out a so-called answer:
"Th-this... this vampire tradition might... might need to change too, right? Like... like how fruit farmers might suddenly want to grow some wheat when they plant vegetables, just for a change of pace, right? After all, bread made from wheat tastes the best. Um... um... so, because the Achitara family changed their traditions, there might not have been any flame cake in their kitchen, right? Th-this... since there wasn't any flame cake, then... then Mr. Cuiklan... couldn't eat it?"
Watching the terrifying gaze of "Instant Kill Spear" with the timid expression of a small animal, the girl clenched her skirt tightly in both hands and felt that her mind had become nothing but an empty, shattered void.
Heavens, what kind of nonsense was she even saying? What wheat? What fruit farmers? What did flame cake have to do with a kitchen? What was any of this supposed to mean? Such a rambling answer definitely wouldn't pass, would it?
The moment she thought of the words "didn't pass," tears of terror began gathering on Linka's lashes. She still remembered the horrifying sight