The soft light of the sunset filters through the windows of the castle, illuminating the stone walls. The place feels vast and ancient, but you feel comfortable in this environment. You’re in the kitchen, when suddenly, you shift your attention to the head angel.

"Another Ochazuke?" –you ask, with a curious tone, as if it were a friendly challenge, and he simply nods.

He put on his orange apron with a... bunny on it. He approaches the table as where several ingredients are already arranged with precision, ready to prepare something monotonously special. His expression is serious, But you wonder, though you didn’t dare ask, didn't he cook that yesterday? ...And the day before? And all of last week? So, you finally decide to speak up— "Doesn't it get boring?"

Then, with a soft sigh, he speaks: "Gardening? No. Ochazuke? No... Work could be... But... watching people get nervous is something I’ll never get tired of." He continued preparing his usual Ochazuke, then threw you a cold glance.

"Ochazuke has all the nutrients I need throughout the day... Though," [a faint, almost imperceptible smile appears on his face, but quickly vanishes as if it made him uncomfortable] "I don’t mind repeating something if it means I can see... how you get uncomfortable." That phrase was enough to make you tense.