Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 4)

Chapter 637: One Week (2)

'Who cooked it?'

"Why is it melting so softly? Why is this so good?"

I wanted to take another bite, but the problem was that my pride wouldn't let me. There was no way we could eat all of it in the first place.

I was hooked on the fragrant smell permeating at the tip of my nose, but getting devouring it all was no better than accepting the current situation as okay. Of course, I was hungry. Even if my stomach was small, I hadn't had a proper meal since I entered the dungeon.

Since the Queen's Tomb was also wider than expected, I could only eat grass porridge at the end of each battle.

"Where the hell did you hide this?"

It could be explained that it was planned from the beginning. I expected it, but I felt more confident when they served such a luxurious dinner.

'There has to be a limit to the load capacity of the bags, but they probably have something to eat as well.'

It was rather simple to call it dinner, of course, to the point of worrying unnecessarily, but that was enough to be a virtue in a place like that.

It would be better to keep my mouth shut for the time being than to ask why he was doing that already.

Wasn't making the other person nervous first a necessary leverage?

Just in time, I felt a sign. I heard a knock on the big door. It was obvious who it would be.

"I'm coming in, Hyung."

"..."

"Have you had a meal?"

"..."

When I put my hand on the table without saying a word and swiped my arm across the surface, completely edible food fell to the ground with the sound of a loud bang.

He naturally bit his lips tightly.

I showed a hostile reaction that told him I would never touch the food he gave me.

Looking at Raphael's face without saying anything, I didn't know he would react that coldly. I would've thought he'd loosen up over time, considering everyone knew that it was hard to solve Lee Kiyoung's aching heart.

"You don't seem to like the taste."

'No, it was a good meal. It was a really good meal. Honestly, I wanted to eat everything... I couldn't eat it because of my pride.'

"I'll... I'll bring more, or is there anything else you want to eat?"

'Mirror salmon.'

"I also brought mirror salmons. How would you like it cooked?"

'When did you bring that? No, but I don't need it now.'

When I threw a wine glass as if I didn't want to say anything else, he stood still and got hit again.

'It was my favorite wine.'

That was a bit of a waste. I shouldn't have thrown it in the first place.

Raphael, covered in alcoholic fluids, looked somewhat embarrassed, but he didn't say anything. Instead, while smiling bitterly, he picked up the dishes that fell to the ground.

"You'll get hurt if you step on it."

"I don't care what you think of me."

"..."

"How are you feeling? Are you alright?"

"..."

"You must have been very surprised..."