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Such a direct hit with a cake could have only been staged in a rehearsed comedy, yet even then, it wouldn't have landed as perfectly as this did. But if it were a comedy, one might have expected the ambiance to be filled with laughter and applause. However, the room was now completely silent.
It was difficult to even hear the cautious breaths of those anticipating Noir’s retaliation.
Yet they only thought so because they knew little of Noir…. On the other hand, Eugene was begrudgingly familiar with Noir. He knew her nature and believed she wouldn't erupt in rage over such a slight.
This very thought irked him even more.
Noir Giabella, the damned night demon, had always been this way. Since three hundred years ago, she had invaded his dreams and caused endless torment. No matter how much Hamel cursed or threatened her, she had only ever responded with a carefree laugh.
Throughout all their interactions, Eugene had never witnessed genuine anger from Noir Giabella.
“Ehem…,” Noir cleared her throat. As the cake she had prepared slid off her face, she gracefully caught the fallen remnants with her hands.
Her face was a mess. It was utterly smothered with cream, and her hair was clinging together due to the frosting.
Deftly, her lips parted, and her tongue emerged. Then she licked the cream off her lips with her pink tongue. But she didn't stop there. She stretched out her long finger and slowly wiped off the cream smeared on her cheek before savoring it as if it were the finest candy.
Eugene's face twisted at her audacious display of sex appeal. However, she spoke before he could interject, "You know, there's a variety of cakes out there."
He merely glared at her in response, waiting for her to co...
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