Only after Radeus bought Randolph a set of clothes did the old rascal forgive him for what he had done earlier.
After all, he now had a successor and could settle down to being a cook and running his restaurant.
Wait, speaking of the restaurant...
Randolph suddenly jolted and froze in place.
He had already been away for a week. If he didn't go back soon, would the damn place actually go out of business?
If it closed down, he wouldn't have the money to open another!
The late emperor's grand enterprise had perished before it was even halfway complete!
Was he, Randolph Marianne, going to become the first cook in history to go bankrupt because of a fight?
"No, I need to hurry back!"
At that thought, Randolph grew anxious and began pacing in circles.
"I've given you the stuff, and I've spent a little too long on the Demon Continent. It's about time we parted ways!"
Dressed in his newly bought clothes, Randolph spoke to Radeus.
"You're leaving?"
Radeus looked at Randolph. Despite having known this man for only a short time, he felt a little sad.
"Yeah! Otherwise, I'm afraid my restaurant will close down if I'm away too long!"
Randolph spoke to Radeus with a broad smile. His burdens were gone now, and he could pursue his dream with peace of mind.
"With cooking like yours, it'll close down even if you go back!"
Radeus curled his lip and joked.
"You little..."
Randolph looked at Radeus speechlessly and raised his fist as if to hit him, but in the end, he lowered it with a smile.
"I'm off. See you around!"
"My restaurant's in the Dragon King Kingdom. Come give me some business when you have time."
Randolph waved to Radeus, then turned and headed into