Comfort

By the time they returned to the villa, it was late at night.

Love pushed open the door and walked straight to the sofa without even turning on the lights. She sank into it.

Thousand Blades came in behind her. She looked at the figure curled up on the sofa and sighed softly.

Butler watched from a distance and chose not to disturb them.

Usually, the first thing Love did when she got home was cry, "I'm starving!" and scour the house for food.

Today, she had barely said a word.

After a moment's thought, Thousand Blades left the main lights off. She went into the kitchen and rolled up her sleeves.

"Love."

"Mm..."

"Get up and help me cook."

"Don't wanna move..."

"Tomato-braised beef brisket," Thousand Blades said. "And cola chicken wings."

"I haven't cooked for myself in ages. I want to make it myself. Come help me."

The bundle on the sofa stirred.

Three seconds later, Love slowly climbed off the sofa and drifted into the kitchen.

The sound of chopping soon filled the kitchen.

Thousand Blades' knife flashed up and down, slicing the potatoes into even strands as fine as hair.

She couldn't help it. Her ability was simply perfect for chopping vegetables. Her control over sharpness and precision was so deeply ingrained that she couldn't have made a bad cut with her eyes closed.

Beside her, Love washed the tomatoes. After a while, she spoke quietly.

"Thousand Blades."

"Mm?"

"Did I fail badly this time?"

Seeing the dejection on Love's face, Thousand Blades gradually slowed her hands.

But just as she was about to say something, the front door opened.

"I'm back!"

Knight's voice rang out as loudly as ever. In her usual whirlwind fashion, she charged into the living room without even changing out