Raphtalia’s face contorted a bit upon hearing my instructions.
“Okay.”
Raphtalia timidly began eating her kid's lunch with her bare hands.
Well, it couldn’t be helped since she grew up in a harsh environment.
It somehow seemed that the amount of gossip floating around had increased once more. Though it's not a matter worth concerning myself with.
Raphtalia adoringly held the flag which had stood at the chicken rice-like summit of her meal.
Munch Munch Munch [10]
Raphtalia then began savoring each and every morsel of her lunch.
So I'll be eating my meals with this slave from now on... just a solitary thought which crossed my mind.