"My Lord, I have prepared and served your food," Daisuke announced with a low bow immediately after stepping into the Rabo.
Hearing this, Naoki who was facing a block of shelves and staring at the latest set of potions before him, turned away.
Averting his gaze from the several porcelain bottles of different shapes and sizes, plus different intricate designs that were neatly arranged on the shelves, Daisuke brought his attention to his master.
Tilting his head to the side, Naoki raised a questioning brow as his thin lips parted slightly. "Who makes food at this time of the night?"
Not giving him a chance to respond, he took a step forward as his gaze narrowed to him and added, with a little threat lying underneath his tone, "Have you nothing better to do?"
From the words spoken, Daisuke noticed his gaze seemed to suggest his impatience towards the distraction caused.
