# Chapter 97
Chapter 97
"Did you say it's called Pitza?"
"Yes!
Luri told me before that it’s super tasty.
I made it with Sharolong."
"And what is Sharolong?"
"I meant Shalone, but maybe the pronunciation was hard, so she said it wrong."
At Shalone's subtle words, Bunny looked at her, stretched out her index finger, and shook it left and right, making a "tsk, tsk, tsk" sound.
"Oh, no way?!
It’s totally a nickname!"
Bunny’s eyes wavered noticeably as she quickly spoke, then she eagerly opened the box—trying to change the subject.
"Dad, this is Pitza...!"
…Or at least, it was supposed to be, but Bunny's turned into a lump of clay?!
Bunny's eyes stretched like a flounder’s.
No wonder—the round shape of the Pitza had completely disappeared after being shaken too much on the way here.
Now, it looked like some kind of tossed salad.
"……."
"……."
Bunny blinked.
‘I knew this would happen.’
Shalone smirked inwardly as she opened her own box and spoke casually.
"See?
That’s what happens when you run like that.
I told you to go slowly."
Did she?
Bunny tilted her head slightly.
Looking down at Shalone’s box, Bunny’s eyes widened.
Shalone had carried it so carefully that it was still perfectly intact.
The packaging hadn't even shifted.
"……!"
Bunny's eyes went round with surprise.
Seeing her reaction, Shalone felt an odd sense of pride, and a smug smile formed on her lips.
She had expected Bunny to look disappointed, gloomy, and sad.
She thought Bunny would be jealous, envious, or maybe even annoyed that things didn’t go her way.
But the moment she lifted her head, Shalone froze with wide eyes.
"Sharolong's is perfectly fine!
Dad, this is Pitza!"
Rather than looking upset, Bunny’s eyes sparkled as if relieved that at least one of them had an intact Pitza.
She was pointing excitedly at Shalone’s Pitza with her hand.
"And Bunny’s…"
Hmm.
Bunny shifted her gaze slightly, folded her arms, and spoke with a serious expression, looking down at the ruined mess—not a Pitza but something grotesque.
"…Looks like the Pitza Monster came and left."
"The Pitza Monster?"
"Yes."
Bunny turned her head slightly, stomped her feet, and added more words.
She giggled as she spoke, showing no trace of jealousy or disappointment.
Whoosh.
Realizing this, Shalone's face turned red instead.
She clenched her fists tightly.
She felt like she was the only fool here.
Kiriel glanced at Shalone, who was lowering her head, and then spoke up.
"So, how do you eat this Pitza, Bunny?"
"Um, you can either tear it with your hands or cut it with a knife like this and eat it!"
Bunny opened her mouth wide as if pretending to take a bite and giggled.
Kiriel patted her head and motioned with his fingers.
"Bunny’s is too messy to eat by hand, so let’s cut up Shalone’s and try it first."
"Okay~!"
Levone, who was behind Kiriel, cut the Pitza instead.
Then, as if it was the most natural thing, he grabbed a piece and put it in his mouth before speaking.
"Young Lady, would you be willing to share one with this Levone as well?"
"Yes.
But you're already eating, Levone."
"Ha.
You've already grown up so much that you don’t even spare a piece for me, and now you speak such harsh words."
With an expressionless face and a monotonous voice, Levone popped another piece of Pitza into his mouth, then fairly handed a piece to Bunny and another to Shalone.
He then quietly took out his photosphere.
Click.
Click.
Click.
"Ah, please eat comfortably.
Both of you."
"Okay."
Bunny opened her mouth wide and took a big bite of Pitza.
Meanwhile, Levone, still expressionless as ever, covered his mouth with one hand while circling around Bunny, adjusting angles and taking pictures from various positions.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
"Hey."
"Yes, Young Lord."
Levone, as if nothing had happened, silently put the photosphere back into his inner pocket and answered.
"Who exactly is your master?"
As the children each held a piece and put it into their mouths, Kiriel watched Levon, who was completely absorbed in taking pictures and asked coldly.
Levon responded with a very confident expression.
"It's the lady, of course."
At Levon's answer, Kiriel's lips twitched.
Unable to raise his voice in front of the children, he clicked his tongue in displeasure and spoke.
"...Get out right now."
"Yes."
Thud—
Levon answered calmly, showing not even a shred of hesitation, and left the office without a second thought.
"Bernie, hmm..."
Bang.
Just as Kiriel was about to speak, the door suddenly burst open again.
"Ah, do you need drinks?
Miss Bernie, Miss Shalone?"
"......"
"Bernie drinks an adult's drink in an adult's glass."
An adult's drink in an adult's glass?
Hmph.
Seeing Bernie's proud expression, Shalone rolled her eyes.
'So, even though she acts wild, she has some manners?'
She couldn't be the only one drinking juice like a child.
Besides, she had already learned all about noble etiquette from the witch.
She was confident she wouldn't lose to any noblewoman.
Shalone stared at the pizza in her hand for a moment before speaking.
"I'll have black tea..."
"Understood."
Levon immediately shut the door and left.
"......"
He hadn't asked for Kiriel's opinion at all.
Kiriel's lips twitched, but he barely held back his irritation.
Watching Bernie happily eating pizza, he took a piece and bit into it himself.
The taste of melted cheese, roasted vegetables, and tangy tomato sauce filled his mouth, making his eyes widen.
The crispy crust, seemingly baked in an oven, made it a unique flavor he had never tasted before.
Every time Bernie brought interesting food, he was always surprised.
These were dishes he would have never imagined on his own.
"Is it good?"
"It's really, really good."
"Really, really!"
Bernie giggled.
"What about you, Sharolong?"
"Ah, yeah.
It's good.
Really..."
Shalone covered her mouth, her eyes wide, and gave a small nod.
She didn't particularly like the girl, but the food was undeniably delicious.
As they chatted, the door clicked open again, and Levon entered.
"Here, Miss Shalone.
Your black tea."
"Ah, thank you."
"You're welcome.
You're already so mature, miss."
Levon, still expressionless but speaking in a gentle tone, gracefully placed the black tea in front of Shalone and set a transparent glass in front of Bernie.
'Honestly, I don't even like black tea that much...'
She still didn't understand what was so good about it.
To her, it was just fragrant, bitter water—nothing more, nothing less.
'But I can't lose to that girl.'
Just as Shalone thought that and lifted her teacup—
Pourrrr—
A deep purple liquid filled Bernie's transparent glass.
"This is adult grape juice, poured into an adult's glass, without a single grain of sugar, making it less sweet."
At Levon's words, Bernie nodded seriously with both hands gripping the glass—after Kiriel wiped it with a napkin first.
Bernie took a sip of the grape juice with a serious expression.
"Hmm...
Mmm.
It's good.
Thanks!"
"You're welcome."
Levon smoothly extended one leg and stepped back, then poured wine into Kiriel's glass.
Bernie glanced at it, then shrugged with a strangely proud look.
'What the...
That's an adult's drink?'
Shalone's face slightly twisted as she sipped her tasteless black tea.
'Why is that an adult's drink?
If I had known, I would've...'
Just as she thought that her expression stiffened.
'No, what am I thinking?
I need to show I'm even more mature...'
Levon approached and set an empty glass next to her teacup.
"Would you like a glass, miss?"
At his quiet question, Shalone's eyes widened.
After a long hesitation, she slowly nodded.
It was a lively snack time—for Bernie, at least.