"I didn't think the Church of Light would hide so many secret recipes. If I hadn't specifically asked for it, the Holy Son probably wouldn't have told me about it, would he?"
The king smiled as he munched on the crispy skin of the fried chicken, saying nothing.
If Hanjun were there, he would probably shout that he was being wronged.
The fried chicken had nothing to do with him—it was invented by the players who wanted to make money on their own.
How could he be blamed for not saying anything?
Even though, as someone who had also lived on Earth, Hanjun certainly knew how these small treats were made.
But he wasn't the kind of person who would just tell others everything.
Seeing Princess Sarah sulking, King Varis said calmly, "If you don't eat it, I'll finish it all."
Princess Sarah pouted but finally stopped complaining and sat down to eat.
King Varis said, "Even if he doesn't want to tell you, what can you do about it?"
