"You don't need to worry about that."
Otto nodded, feeling that Zhao Bai was right.
Yue Xia had brought Durandal into gaming, and Rita, as her maid, would definitely follow suit. From top to bottom, the entire Immortal Blade would be turned into gaming shut-ins by this bad influence—and Zhao Bai was the cause of it all.
Thinking back even further, it was actually Otto's fault.
He had brought it upon himself.
The three-day break had ended. Durandal was still savoring the aroma of that day's grilled meat. When she asked Rita, Rita said she had never seen a Culinary God who used weapons to cook. However, she had heard of it once before—at the bedside, from Theresa. She had thought Theresa had made up a lie to brush her off.
"So, according to Lady Durandal's firsthand account, Zhao Bai really used a flaming greatsword to grill an entire rack of ribs?"
"Those ribs were incredibly delicious."
Durandal licked her lips, and Rita quickly looked away.
That was terribly improper.
But she really wanted to take another look.
They wore their armor: the blizzard-driving Valkyrie armors, Moon Soul and Moon Spirit. Before them lay the Godfall Sword: Surtr, powered by the Plague Gem.
And a rack of ribs that had already been marinating for four hours.
Rita added Himalayan rock salt, fennel, and plenty of black pepper, sealing the beef in a completely airtight vacuum bag. Only after the meat had fully absorbed the seasoning did she call over the eagerly awaiting Lady Durandal.
"Lady Durandal, you actually didn't train today. That really isn't like you."
"..."
"Taking just one day off should be fine, right?"
It was Durandal's first time slacking off, so she could not help feeling a little nervous. Once she got used to it, she