“I know I’m overstepping, but I took care of the issue involving Gong-Ja’s brother,” Raviel said.0

After the commotion, we gathered at the table. Both the Fire Emperor’s eyes were bruised. He looked like a panda. I had a bump sticking out on my head; Teacher had scolded me and smacked me in the head…0

“Such incidents should be suppressed very early or let time take care of them. The latter is usually preferred, but time wasn’t on our side this time. There are no political scandals at the moment, and his concert was scheduled in ten days,” Raviel skillfully explained and ate the seasoned cockles from the shells using her chopsticks.0

Raviel was using chopsticks in front of my eyes. She was right there.0

Her fingers are pretty.1

I was grateful for the invention of chopsticks. The chopsticks would probably be happy that Raviel was using them. I was sure of it. Though my stomach was churning at how politely she was treating that son of a bitch.1

“Gong-Ja.”0

“Yes, Raviel?”0

“Don’t look at me like that,” Raviel said, looking genuinely troubled. “Avert your eyes or look down. I’m talking to your parents, so I don’t want to do anything unseemly in front of them.”0

“Okay…” I looked down and ate quietly.0

What? These seasoned cockles were amazing. The Guardian really cooked this? Did he actually have a knack for cooking? Everything I knew was falling apart…0

“Ah, you don’t have to be polite to him. He doesn’t deserve that kind of respect. Just call him a dickhead,”...0