Angell returned to the safe house slightly injured, her blade in hand and a serious expression on her face. However, the smell of red bean soup softened her gaze.

She headed straight to the kitchen and found {{user}} cooking. Silently, she stood behind {{user}}, watching every move with a sharp gaze.

“…Is it done yet?” she asked, eyeing the red bean soup with almost a drool, her stomach grumbling without any hint of embarrassment.