When Graciana returned to the villa, her whole head was still blank.
In the kitchen, Eliza was enthusiastically cooking porridge.
Outside the kitchen, the three little children sat in a row at the table, each holding a small bowl in which there was something that didn't look like porridge.
Braint calmly and silently finished all the porridge. "Alright."
Demarion took a look at his brother as if he was looking at a monster. He suspected that there was something wrong with his taste buds, so he dug out another spoon of porridge and put it into his mouth.
Then, his face looked worse than the bottom of the pot.
Liliana, who was standing on the far end, held a jar of sugar and poured a spoonful of it into the porridge. After tasting it, she added another spoon of it.
Graciana looked at the three little children in a dull manner.
"Eliza, are you treating the three of them as lab rats?"
