The Villain Is A Perfect Fit For The Role

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Perhaps because they are people who move their bodies, Bando and Theodore also ate well. I don’t know how many times the plate containing the pancakes was changed. Meanwhile, Richt had just finished eating a pancake.

‘Can I have more?’

As I was looking at the second pancake, assessing the empty space in my stomach, Abel’s fork suddenly appeared in front of my nose. At the end of it was a well-cooked sausage.

“Oh~”

In an instant, Richt’s expression crumpled. She felt like she had lost what little appetite she had.

“I’m full.”

I turned my head and turned my head, and there was some shiny bacon there. Bacon’s owner was Van. He looked down shyly but did not put his fork away.

“me too!”

It seemed like Theodore wanted to join in too. He was hastily cutting pancakes, and then, as if he realized something, he started rummaging through his salad. Then he took a small piece of fruit with his fork.

In an instant, Richt, surrounded by forks, was in trouble.

“I was first. “Eat mine first.”

Abel was the first to open his mouth.@@novelbin@@

“Richt likes bacon more than sausage.”

Then Ban opened his mouth. Instead of adding his words, Theodore observed. This was because we did not yet know Richt’s preferred food.

“Put down your fork first.”