The so-called "ordinary person" was a pessimistic realist: before the rewards of success, they would focus first on the punishment of failure.
This seemingly arrogant attitude, as though she stood outside the definition of an [ordinary person], had nevertheless convinced the girl Durandal completely.
"If they come back and find that I'm gone, and that I haven't eaten properly these past few days, they'll definitely scold me, right?"
If the food wasn't tasty, it was better not to eat it, so Durandal simply did exactly that.
However, thinking this way meant that she, too, fell within the scope of the [ordinary people] she so firmly believed in.
After all, Rita cared a great deal about her physical condition, even though she was no longer Durandal's adjutant and was now Feng Chen's maid.
When Durandal opened the apartment door, her footsteps came to a halt.
The note on the table was gone. In its place were all kinds of delicious dishes. At the same time, the slightly messy room had been cleaned until it was spotless, as though it were a newly renovated house.
"What are these..."
According to Durandal's memories, there was only one person capable of cooking all this for her—and doing it perfectly.
"Did Rita make them?"
But where was she? She wasn't outside. Was she in the bedroom?
At that moment, Durandal had yet to realize what kind of scene she would see after opening Rita's door. Moreover, she would never be able to forget it.
Rita was lying on the bed, her entire face flushed, as though something inappropriate for children had just happened. At the same time, the smile on her face really could make Durandal misunderstand something.
More importantly, a few scents still lingered in the room.
"Bang!"
Durandal immediately shut the door and