He simply stared at her without saying a single word, with faint traces of flour still on the side of his face, looking strangely unfamiliar.
At a loss.
Even a bit dumb.
She wondered what was going on in his mind. Aesther could not understand, she never thought much about it, did not want to think about it.
Aesther waited for him to get angry, but he did not. In the end, Ezrahl quietly picked up the pieces of broken porcelain, placed them over the tray and just left. The servants later cleaned the room as the healers visited her once again.
This time, Aesther did not resist.
Her mind was too caught up in that frozen moment.
The dangos were all prepared soon enough, Ahzure and Noah took them to the kitchens to get boiled. It wasn't long before the dinner started as well and hundreds of delicious dishes were brought to the hall, along with the drinks that the disciples were only allowed to have on special occasions.
