"Why does this potato root and rice porridge seem burnt?" Horn sniffed the clay bowl on the table, then stood up. "I'll get some honey to cover it up."
"Eat it if you like, if not, get lost."
Horn looked at Jeanne, whose face was flushed red as she fled back to the kitchen, then instinctively turned to Catherine, who had a fox-like grin.
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything. Wasn't it you who told me to get along with Jeanne?" Catherine shrugged. "That's exactly what I'm doing."
Horn scrutinized her from head to toe, finally letting go of his suspicion, then turned to Armand, who was washing goose feathers at the door, and shouted, "Call those guys over for breakfast."
"Got it."
Currently, there were no slave servants in Horn Mansion; it was mostly filled with loyal followers.
There weren't any rules during meals; everyone sat at the table regardless of background.
The only exception was that they needed to leave the head seat for Horn.
