CHAPTER 732
"Now if you are done impaling yourself with a sword, will you come over here and take your food? Or should I smack your ass?"
The threat felt real as Grey couldn't help but gulp, then let out an awkward chuckle while ruffling his hair slightly.
"... Uhm, about that. I really don't feel like eating right now. I'm not that hungry."
He slowly rose from the ground while dispelling the sword into his soul core, whatever that was.
"... I have something to take care of."
Rumble, rumble, growl!
Grey's belly betrayed his words loudly.
He froze, then shook his head and turned away.
"I will be bac—"
"Grey Dawn Cromwell!" Clarice growled sharply, piercing him with a menacing stare.
'Not my last name, but okay…'
"I said, come have your breakfast!"
The pressure was real.
Grey's heart pounded violently as he gulped again and slowly turned around to face Clarice, who stood there with a plate filled with food outstretched, a devilish smile on her face.
