Haimo naturally saw through their little schemes as well.
Soon.
Most of the food on the table was already wiped out.
Everyone was almost finished, and they successively put down the knives and forks in their hands, leaning back against the chair backs with satisfaction.
Haimo picked up the warm black tea at his side and took a gentle sip.
"Almost done."
"Miss Lunoire."
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"Does Lord God have any instructions?"
Upon hearing this, Lunoire immediately leaned in.
"Could you pack up the remainder of these and send them to the two rooms on the second floor."
"Mm! Leave it to me!"
Lunoire gently nodded, nimbly finding a tray and packing up those two lavish breakfasts.
Only when she picked up the tray did she suddenly pause, blinking her large eyes and asking:
"Right, Lord God, which rooms should I deliver them to?"
"I know about Lady Hestia, but is the other portion for that Miss Amou?"
Regarding that raven-haired girl who could tear apart a killer ant with her bare hands, Lunoire, who was formerly known by people as the [Black Fist], had a quite profound impression of her.
"Mm."
Haimo nodded. "As for Hestia, she's in the second guest room on the left side of the second floor."
"As for Zan Zan..."
"Just deliver it directly to the master bedroom at the end of the second floor."
"Understood, Lord God."
Lunoire agreed readily.
However.
With this remark from Haimo escaping his lips.
It was as though a chain reaction occurred.
"Clang."
A crisp sound-Onigawara Rin failed to hold her fork steadily, and it dropped directly onto the plate.
Yet.
The air seemed to freeze in that exact instant.
At this moment.
The gazes of all the women simultaneously locked onto Haimo in unison.
The end of the