"Tsk," Yanarym scowled. "This country is like my home country— On a whole lot of levels. Not just because of the style of clothes and houses. The government as well. Imagine, even the Original who was hidden in the high walls of royalty knew that there was something wrong. Why can't the authority see that?"
Guide-sama: "You mean, the Philippines?" Yanarym nodded again and swiftly shifted the tool in her hand from the pen to the utensils.
She scooped a spoonful of sweet leche flan on the plate. The sweetness of the sugar syrup enveloped the taste buds that she had to close her eyes as she savored the softness and creaminess of the dish. Desserts like this make her brain function so well.
