Goodbye, Vados

Champa sat on the ground eating steamed buns. When he heard Alice's words, he grinned. "You know about steamed buns too? Then have you ever eaten one?"

Alice stared blankly at Champa. Steamed buns were effective as dry rations for filling the stomach, but Saiyans were mainly carnivores. They mostly ate steak and roasted meat. She really had not eaten many steamed buns.

She answered dazedly, "I... haven't."

When Champa heard that, the smile on his face grew even wider, and he burst into smug laughter. "That's exactly right. How could ordinary people possibly get to eat such delicious food? Only a God of Destruction like me is worthy of enjoying it. And there are also these pickled mustard greens and salted vegetables. Don't be fooled by their plain appearance—the taste is truly excellent."

At the same time, the look he gave Roland was filled with appreciation, pleased that the other party had been able to bring out such delicious food.

Alice's eyes narrowed, as if she had heard something utterly shocking. Her gaze was full of disbelief, and her slender finger pointed at God of Destruction Champa, but she could not get a word out.

"Little girl, don't look at me like that. No matter how much you long for them, I won't share them with you." Champa shifted his position on the ground and protected the stack of steamed buns and the jar of salted vegetables with both hands.

"..."

Watching God of Destruction Champa protect the things in his arms as if guarding treasure, Alice was completely dumbfounded.

Had that look in her eyes just now been longing?

There had to be something wrong with this purple big cat's brain. How had he come to that conclusion?

Her watery eyes turned toward Roland. Alice tugged at Roland's