Chapter 78 - The Homeless Boy Who Found A Home (1/2)

”You're back so soon?” The woman was a bit shocked to see Hecathe coming down the stairs for the third time.

”I'm here to return the knife and also for the breakfast,” Hecathe informed and there was no longer that coldness evident in his tone that he had showed to the Dorgon just a few minutes ago.

”Ah! There's no blood on it. Turns out you really weren't planning a murder,” The woman muttered as she looked down at the clean knife that had been returned, ”But it's... Bent?”

”Sorry about that,” Hecathe apologized as he placed the knife down on the table and took a seat.

”Oh, dear! What did you use it for? This knife is usually strong and can even cut through a rock without any problems,” The woman informed with a bit of surprise as she asked, ”What were you cutting.”

”An egg,” Hecathe answered honestly and casually as if this answer was normal.

”An egg...?” The woman tilted her head in confusion as she repeated the answer and took a minute to process it through her brain.

”You're joking, right?” It was the voice of Zail who was sitting right beside Hecathe but had his presence completely ignored by the man.

”Not really joking,” Hecathe replied as he shrugged his shoulder.

”...”

The woman chuckled as she heard him and recovered from her confusion, ”Then the egg must have been special.”

”You could say that,” Hecathe nodded his head as he responded after thinking about it for a second.

The woman smiled as she nodded and got back to cooking the chicken sandwiches that Hecathe had asked her to make.

Zail suddenly felt as if he was the only one here who couldn't understand this situation.

Was it normal for a person to bend a knife by mistake while breaking an egg...?

It was definitely not normal, right?!

”Here is yours,” The woman announced as she placed a bowl of soup in front of Zail.

Zail bowed his head with a smile, ”Thank you, Aunt.”

The Landlady smiled as she heard the man thanking her for the food and she got back to making the sandwiches for Hecathe.

”I've been meaning to ask this but how did you two come to know each other?” Hecathe asked as he leaned in forward with his chin resting on his palm.

”It's a long story,” Zail spoke as he joined his hands and did a little prayer before picking up the spoon to drink the soup that the woman had prepared for him.

”Then shorten it for me,” Hecathe responded.

The Landlady chuckled as she heard this and spoke up, ”It must have been at least ten years ago.”

Zail nodded his head as he confirmed the woman's words, ”That's right. It's been a bit more than ten years.”