Chapter 41: I can’t tell you’re still a grass lover

The atmosphere felt subtly charged as Ophelia reached out to help Charis with the herbs.

Charis was speechless.
Talos was reliable but always silent during Ophelia’s bullying, watching like it was a live broadcast.

‘Being watched by the Demon King while I’m bullied feels so shameful.
Ophelia’s always on top, crushing me—I’ll rise up!’

Charis silently vowed to surpass Ophelia, taller, stronger, making her jealous!

“Alright, Charis, strength needs rest too.
Take a break, then cook—capturing their stomachs is a form of mental control.”

“Control them with food?
I’m not poisoning it.”

“No, I mean mundane acts can make you indispensable to them.
They won’t notice until it’s too late.”

Talos’s sly guidance gave Charis a feeling.

‘Am I like a ticking time bomb?’

Charis’s eyes reflected the sunset’s brilliance, a smile forming.

‘This girl… sometimes she’s surprisingly thoughtful.’

Ophelia didn’t know why, but Charis’s hidden depths intrigued her, beyond just a pet.

“Come on, stop staring—come back anytime to see it.”
Ophelia grabbed Charis’s hand, pulling her toward the mansion.

“Oh.”
Charis didn’t resist, catching a savory aroma, her steps quickening—a grand feast awaited.

What special touches might Lord Rodley’s banquet hold?