"Praise be to the great Dawn, thank you for bestowing upon us…"
At that moment, Pavla hurriedly clasped her hands together and began muttering a prayer.
Wei'en was just about to reach for some food when he heard her words and couldn't help but interrupt. "Stop!"
"Thank you for…" Pavla opened her eyes, pouting. "Don't interrupt me. This is something every servant of Dawn must do before a meal…"
"Understandable, but unnecessary."
Wei'en took two pieces of bread, placed them on his plate, added a slice of cheese between them, and took a bite. "I'm the one who provided this food, not the great Dawn you speak of."
"You? I was the one who prepared it all. Shouldn't you be thanking me, then?"
"Thanks a bunch."
Wei'en thanked her casually, but there wasn't a hint of sincerity in his words.
"..."
Pavla was a bit dumbfounded. She never thought an Evil Mage could say thank you like that. 'He's so thick-skinned...'
