Oda lifted a spoonful of steaming, golden-brown curry. As he took a bite, a savory and spicy aroma spread across the tip of his tongue and nose simultaneously.

A hint of warmth was now added to his expressionless face. The curry was heating up Oda's entire body. It was the magic that the wizard known as curry always bestowed upon this man.

The curry is truly excellent today as well.

His voice was lethargic, but it was a clear expression of admiration.

Haha! Isn't it just because it's been a while since you've had it? Eat up, Oda.

He tapped rhythmically on the table where Oda was sitting.

And when you're done eating, go upstairs and see Guest's face. The kid's been singing your name all day. You haven't been around for the past few days, after all.

He thought of Guest.

I was planning to do that anyway. I've been a bit busy lately, so I haven't been able to pay enough attention.

It would be troublesome if that little mouth is pouting. He seriously contemplated how he should soothe the child. Or, he didn't rule out the possibility that they might just come running into his arms. Children are unpredictable, after all.

He let out a loud laugh, showing his teeth.

The little one must have been lonely.