Laiyinmute pulled out a chair and sat in the master seat, looking at the two girls who had already begun eating, and couldn’t help but smile.
Raphael’s hand kept serving Sira beside her, and the food in that bowl had piled into a small mountain.
But the chopsticks in her hand were still gradually speeding up, especially with one dish of Braised Pork, of which a third had already been taken.
Sira waved her hands in front of her a little panickedly.
“Uh… Brother… Sister Raphael, I really can’t eat that much.”
“Don’t serve me any more, I really can’t eat it all.”
Raphael looked at Sira’s slightly baby-fat cheeks and seriously held one finger up in front of her as she said,
“Look how thin you’ve gotten.”
“Eat more and build yourself up properly.”
After that, the motion of picking up food with her chopsticks continued.
If the bowl truly couldn’t hold any more, Raphael would have kept going.
Sira looked at the towering pile of food in front of her and swallowed.
‘I can only eat so much, but surely not this much.’
Laiyinmute watched the two girls interacting and ate those dishes gloomily.
It was clearly delicious, but he couldn’t muster any enthusiasm.
He chewed the Braised Pork he usually ate the most, yet at this moment it was somewhat difficult to eat.
His brain raced.
If these two had clearly just met, how could they be on such good terms?
He narrowed both eyes slightly and stared hard at Raphael’s face, trying to see something.
Those eyes looked gently at Sira.
Such an expression did not seem fake.
He carefully thought about the relationship between the two, fingers lightly tapping the table.
This was a motion he would subconsciously make every time he thought.
A Demon Race girl who appeared inexplicably in town, the surname Emil, purple pupils, white hair.
Most importantly, if he had not misheard, that Sira beside her had just seemed to call out,
“Brother?”
He had a faint guess in his heart, but then shook his head violently.
‘Surely my little maid can’t be that executive.’
‘I personally saw him turned to flying ash by my attack and those of the Hero and Demon King.’
‘Under that one strike, not even scraps remained.’
‘No matter how strong the Demon Race’s recovery ability is, even if someone as strong as the Demon King were turned to flying ash, they couldn’t recover, let alone him, who is merely an executive.’
‘Besides, my little maid is pathetically weak.’
‘If I hadn’t acted in time back then, my little maid might have been defiled.’
‘Most importantly, that Emil La’an is male, while my little maid is female.’
‘It’s not like I haven’t seen her.’
‘It can’t be that he didn’t die and turned into a little maid pretending to be weak to get close to me, right?’
‘That wouldn’t benefit him at all.’
‘A man turning into a woman is a bit too fanciful.’
‘Even the alchemy currently developed by the Imperial Research Institute couldn’t do that, right?’
The more he thought, the messier it became.
Several ideas tangled together, giving him a headache.
He put down his chopsticks and gently rubbed his temples with one finger.
He had overused his brain, which was something he disliked doing.
Thinking about this really was hard on him.
Fortunately, he simply stopped thinking.
‘What use is thinking so much?’
Raphael saw Laiyinmute’s troubled expression and felt puzzled.
Her purple eyes looked at him as her little head tilted to one side.
Laiyinmute saw Raphael like this, waved his hand, and said,
“I’m fine.”
“I was just thinking about some things.”
“You two eat. I’m not very hungry.”
Then Laiyinmute stood up, pushed open the door, and walked out.
As the house door was closed by him, Raphael suddenly stood up.
She opened one palm and screamed,
“Wait, Master! Don’t yet…”
Laiyinmute had already gone out.
The words she was about to say were forcibly stopped.
She looked somewhat melancholy at the dishes on the table.
“Guh… If I had known, I wouldn’t have made so much.”
“How are we going to finish all this?”
Raphael glanced at Sira’s small mountain of food, then looked at her own bowl of rice.
She warned,
“You have to finish it all.”
“These were very expensive.”
Sira nodded blankly.
The two girls thus waged a fierce battle against the food before them.
After a long while, the food on the table was finally mostly defeated by the two.
Most of it was handled by Sira.
The two girls stood up with difficulty, walking to the sofa with unsteady steps.
Sira’s belly had now bulged into a ball.
She looked resentfully at the culprit, Sister Raphael.
A blush climbed onto Raphael’s face.
She scratched her cheek with one hand and turned her head away.
She said quietly,
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I didn’t make so much on purpose, and wasting food is shameful.”
Sira was stunned for a moment, looking at her sister’s current cute appearance as she didn’t dare look at her.
When she had still been her brother, how could she have seen her like this?
Now she could.
“By the way, Brother, how long have you been here with the Sword Saint?”
Raphael counted the days and answered,
“Hmm… about half a year now.”
“Why?”
Sira glanced at her brother’s belly, a little curious.
She still remembered the expression the Sword Saint had when looking at her sister last night.
After seeing that expression, she roughly understood what relationship her sister had with this person.
“Then… Brother, have you and, uh, brother-in-law done… it?”
Raphael’s head jerked, and she nearly fell.
Three question marks practically popped out above her head.
‘What are you saying, you brat?’
“No, Master and I are not like that.”
“We are only master and servant.”
“He is not your brother-in-law either.”
“Besides, one of us is Demon Race and one is human.”
“How could that be possible?”
She secretly added in her heart,
‘I look like a man, after all.’
‘Marriage is impossible no matter what.’
She felt somewhat helpless.
The last person who thought like this right away was Rui Na.
How had her own little sister become like this too?
She hadn’t been like this before.
Raphael suddenly thought of something.
Her expression turned serious, her face covered in black lines as she looked at Sira and said in an icy tone,
“Tell me who taught you this.”
“I am definitely going to spank him hard.”
Sira saw her brother’s expression change and trembled fearfully.
She said somewhat stammeringly,
“It… it was a flat-chested red-haired sister I met at the church branch of the Imperial Academy who taught me.”
Raphael discovered the blind spot.
“Red hair?”
“Imperial Academy?”
Sira nodded.
A person gradually appeared in Raphael’s mind.
Red hair, Imperial Academy, and flat-chested.
‘Isn’t that Rui Na?!’
Her mouth twitched.
So her own little sister had become like this because of that little brat?
She secretly noted it in her little notebook and made a decision in her heart.
The next time Rui Na came back, she would definitely spank her hard.
At the same time, she couldn’t help but complain about Laiyinmute.
How was this whole family like this?
‘Not a single one of these siblings is proper.’
She sighed slightly, touched her little sister’s head, and spoke softly.
“It’s fine.”
“Rest well.”
“You ate so much just now, so digest a little now.”
Raphael walked to the kitchen, picked up the plates, put them in the sink, and busied herself.
Sira watched her brother’s busy back and said quietly,
“As expected, Sister is better…”
“Sister is the best, just like in novels.”
Far away at the academy, Rui Na, who was extracting cells from Raphael’s hair, suddenly sneezed.
“Achoo! Hmm, who’s thinking about me?”
“It must be little Sira, hehehe.”
Her legs unconsciously pressed together a little, and a perverted smile appeared on her face.