The two of them bathing together was out of the question. Amid the lakes and mountains, Daisy washed away the musty stench she had picked up in Hel, changed into casual clothes, and shared a lavish dinner with Jean.
Compared to Wanda's dark cuisine, Jean was practically the model of a virtuous wife and mother. Though there was no candlelit-dinner atmosphere, the meal still felt incomparably warm.
To show her sincerity, Director Daisy, who never did housework, volunteered to wash the dishes after dinner!
Wearing an apron and without using any powers, she washed every plate, spoon, and fork. Then, noticing that the floor was a little dirty, she mopped it as well.
Jean sat on the sofa with a cup of coffee, watching Daisy busy herself with housework. It was a rather wonderful feeling. She knew Daisy never did housework, so why was she being so diligent now? She was obviously trying to please her.
The feeling of being cared for, of being tenderly looked after, was perhaps comparable only to the days before she turned ten, before her powers awakened.
Professor Charles had treated Jean well, caring for her in every way and attending to every detail, but the old professor had always hoped Jean would inherit his ideals and pass his beliefs down from generation to generation.
That made Jean's childhood after the age of ten far less joyful.
Politics, history, economics, science—the countless books meant Jean's childhood was basically surrounded by all kinds of knowledge and ideals.
She knew what the professor expected of her, so she studied hard simply because that was what he wanted. That did not mean she enjoyed reading those books.
The birth of the Black Phoenix was not entirely unrelated to that pressure.
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