Gurgle...

After finishing the last sip of hot soup, Ogre took the napkin Macal handed him and wiped his mouth.

Ogre usually didn't need such things, but since it was offered, he couldn't just refuse it.

After all, he was currently living under someone else's roof.

"When are we leaving?" Macal asked while devouring the remaining white bread and fried fish.

Not wasting food was a habit cultivated since childhood, unrelated to wealth.

It was also a virtue a knight should possess.@@novelbin@@

"What's the rush? Who makes people hit the road right after a meal?" Mima scolded her nephew lightly as she cleared the used dishes and utensils.

"Miss Geling, do you want to read the newspaper?"

Seeing Ogre suddenly reach out, Maggie, who had just picked up the newspaper, asked uncertainly.

"Just give it to her..."

Macal mumbled with his mouth full, having stuffed the last piece of bread and fish into it.

He probably wanted to set off with Ogre as soon as possible.

So Macal sped up his eating efficiency this time—like eating fish without spitting out the bones.

"Mm..." Ogre nodded.

He then took today's Dandelion Daily from Maggie.

"Brother, don't interrupt for no reason." Maggie picked up her own newspaper and sat by the fireplace.

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