This meal was the most satisfying one for Mozo.
Isabel and the female officer just looked at Mozo quietly.
Wait until Mozo finishes this bowl of ramen.
The Queen stayed with Mozo for a long time again.
Unlike Ilúvatar, Isabel, who was born an emperor, easily completed the many additional tasks assigned to her by the Original.
So she had more time to spend with Mozo.
As the sun set, Mozo left Isabel's bedroom accompanied by Isabel and the head lady-in-waiting.
And he stepped into a water mirror next to the original fog mirror.
As the vision blurred.
Mozo arrived at the last stop of the day - the Holy Sea City!
And with the arrival of Mozo.
Ophelia and Cassia, who had been waiting here long ago like the female officer, both bowed and said with a smile:
"Welcome home, Your Majesty!"
Extra: Witch's House
The sky is bright again.
When the first ray of sunlight, whether it was early morning or near noon, shone on Mozo's cheek.
Mozo finally woke up staggeringly.
After looking around, he didn't see Arwen, Cassia, or the head lady.
After thinking about it, Mozo was relieved. He spent the night in the dense forest town last night.
After rubbing his sleepy eyes.
Mozo yawned and went downstairs to wash up.
When he appeared in front of the kitchen downstairs, Mozo heard this voice:
"You slept until noon. This is not like you, John. Did Victoria pull you into the dream world again?"
Along with this pleasant sound is the sound of the kitchen knife constantly hitting the chopping board and cutting vegetables.
Look in the direction where the sound comes from.
Mozo also nodded to the witch who was cooking for him and said:
"Yeah, after I fell asleep last night, Victoria pulled me over."
After saying that, Mozo sat on the chair that had been pulled out for him a long time ago, picked up the hot milk in front of him that was just the right temperature and took a small sip.
Victoria had never looked for him, but every night after he fell asleep, he would almost always be pulled into her dream world by Victoria.
Hearing this, Ashikana, who had put all the condiments in her hand into the thick soup, also said with emotion:
"That's great. Nightmare's ability."
"It's OK."
Then, while tasting the soup, Ashikana asked Mozo:
"Are you being dragged away by Victoria every night?"
Mozo thought for a moment and said:
"That's not the case. There are still some times when there is no time."
"Yeah?"
The witch looked back at Mozo with a little surprise.
Victoria has such a unique advantage, but she actually has the time and thought to let Mozo go
Anyway, Ashikana felt that if she was Sequence Zero of the nightmare, then the night would definitely be all her own.
Then, Ashikana seemed to have thought of something and asked:
"The last time you stayed at my place, was she dragged away by you?"
"Uh, no."
"I see... ."
After receiving a positive response, Ashikana instantly covered her face.
The last time Mozo came to her place was three days ago, and he was followed by another extraordinary person—Yuanchu!
That night, let alone the bed, she didn't even dare to go up to the second floor.
Although Yuanchu didn't seem to care about this.
But I heard from other girls that they were in similar situations.
Anyway, no matter which goddess's bedroom it is, as long as Yuanchu comes with Mozo, basically no goddess would dare to go there together.
In this world, the existence of personality can never be eliminated.
Come to think of it, if Yuanchu was there, Victoria would definitely not dare to take Mozo away.
There might not be any problem in taking Mozo away, but Yuanchu would probably follow with great interest.
The dream world that other goddesses can never find may be as simple as taking a stroll in the back garden for Yuanchu.
I guess Victoria doesn't want her relaxing time to turn into something like a parent-teacher meeting.
In this regard, Mozo could only scratch his head in embarrassment.
The goddesses don’t mind their angels sleeping with them, and she is the same. However, no matter whether they are goddesses, angels or other girls, they don’t even dare to look at her for a few more seconds.
Soon, Mozo's front was filled with numerous home-cooked dishes.
Ashikana also sat opposite Mozo wearing an apron.
Then he supported his cheek with his hands and watched Mozo eat slowly.
The girls all like this. After preparing their own meals, they just watch Mozo eat quietly.
Their status does not require food, so watching the person they love eating the meal they have carefully prepared is one of their greatest enjoyments.
When Mozo had almost finished eating, Ashikana said:
"How is it? This is a local dish I learned from the ladies in the town."
Mozo is not a picky eater, but today's meal is definitely delicious:
"It's as delicious as the work of the royal chef in the palace!"
Ashikana was very pleased with this.
The highest level of home cooking is to be praised as if it were made by a chef.
And what chefs strive for is what is described as home cooking.
After clearing the plates on the table, Ashikana thoughtfully brought Mozo dessert and fruit, as well as a glass of water.
It was during this time that Ashikana asked a question that she had been curious about for a long time:
"Um, John, do you know why our paths are like this?"
"Hmm, close to the people? That doesn't seem right."
“Close to reality and spoken language?”
Mozo asked the question on behalf of Ashikana, for which she could not think of a good adjective.
"Yes, that's it!"
Ashikana's eyes lit up and she said the same thing.
She had been curious about the extraordinary ways of this world for a long time.
Nightmares, thunder, lightning, and storms are fine.
These things seem to have existed since the beginning of creation.
But artists, musicians, gourmets, etc. are strange.
Didn’t these things come into being long after the creation of the world
Why did these things that did not exist at the time have corresponding paths appear later
This question has troubled historians and witches for a long time.
In response to this, Mozo said a little embarrassedly:
"Because of me."
Why are the extraordinary ways of this world so close to reality and life
That is naturally because at the beginning of creation, someone once described everything about his hometown to that equally lonely existence.