When the killer fell in camouflage, Chef,

"You...Don't go anywhere...If you leave me...I will kill you..."

He murmured loudly before plunging into the sleep and holding his other hand firmly.

"To threaten to kill others, he learned to see your condition...Lying on his lap, he will still be good at it. "

Elio looked at the "beast" sleeping on his lap with a long sigh, and he did not have a death threat, because he saw that it was the cunning request of those who did not want to be left on the way.

"More stubborn than you think...But anyway, eat and shut up and sleep. "The empty slender reached out and gently rubbed Kelus' messy hair.

"The world before I met a lot of drunks...Finding a rogue beast like you can change the atmosphere. "

The fire in the fireplace began to moth down until there was only a bright orange light. Elio sat against a wooden wall with a world-class death lying on his lap and refused to let go. The silence of the maze forest returned, but this time it was accompanied by a mild fragrance of soup still on his side.

'Looks like it's going to be a big event...But the taste of dying people is also stimulating to a chef like me. '

'The cost of living in this world is not going to hit the old place...But anyway, as long as there are cookware and strange raw materials to try, even if you have to feed this man forever, I think it's a worthwhile investment. '

The fingers of both of them are still connected in the darkness, a silent bond that begins to form without anyone. Elio's once-flat life is about to be overwhelmed by global turmoil, and he seems to be quite satisfied with the challenge.

[come 11 / 04]

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