Chapter 174 - Day 3 III (1/2)

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”Ugh? Where am I?” The boy asked while holding his forehead in pain.

”If I say my room, will you freak out?” I snickered while stirring the pot and not looking around.

Right now, I was using my utmost concentration on creating good food for once, a skill I would definitely need if I were to pursue Rose in the future due to her extravagant dietary habits... Cough Cough.

”What is that? It smells good” The boy smiled before what I had just said finally sunk in.

'I am in a girl's room!' He shouted in his mind before panicking outwardly before looking around to find the best and fastest way of escape.

”Don't try to run. My prey always make good soup, I wonder how you will taste...” I grinned behind my mask, but my happiness was his terror.

I could visibly see his face lose enough color in such a small amount of time that I would have thought he was a zombie, or maybe even a corpse if I had seen him for the first time. Others would have probably thought he was a ghost, but ghosts? Really?

'Am I doing it right?' I inwardly asked

[Well, I think it is edible? Failure makes perfect, right? (҂◡̀_◡́)ᕤ]

'First off, it is a practice that makes perfect, not failure. Secondly, please stop using emojis. It makes me uncomfortable when something like you uses them'

[You are going to make me cry ● ﹏ ●]

'Stop...' I inwardly cringed

[o͡͡͡͡͡͡╮༼;´༎ຶ.̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̸̨̨̨̨̨̨̨.̸̸̨̨۝ ༎ຶ༽╭o͡͡͡͡͡͡]

'oh god... If you stop I'll give you something!'

[I'm listening... (༎ຶ￢༎ຶ)]

'I'll give you a really shitty name...'

[You aren't giving me anything (༎ຶ￢༎ຶ)]

'If you dare start crying...'

[Okay okay! I am sorry.]

”Alright boy!” I shouted, making him freeze as he was about to jump out of the window while trying to test his luck on how far he can run before I would see him. Of course, he didn't even get past the window frame.

”Take this” I passed him a bowl of soup while shoving him to sit down on the bed. At the same time, I moved my hand and reached out for one of the chairs a few meters away. In an instant, it flew towards me allowing me to catch, spin it and allow it to land facing the boy.

I finally sat down before crossing my legs and laying my hands on the knee of the leg that was on top. I then looked into his eyes and asked once again the same question I asked 2 hours and a half ago.

”What is your name?”

”Uh... Z-Zaji” Zaji looked down at his bowl with a horrified expression. The only thing that went through his mind was the questions of-

'Is this soup made out of what was left of her victims'

'Was he about to drink other people?'

'Was she actually a demon'

'Will he one day be presented as soup to another victim'

Seeing his horrified expression, I could not help but laugh heartily.