Eating in silence… I have to admit, the soup was excellent, although they kept staring at me strangely. I tried my best to ignore their gazes, among them the burning look of frustration from Saint Daniela.
Scooping up a spoonful of soup, I fed a happy Leslie, who was sitting on my lap like a princess. She happily opened her mouth and smiled sweetly as she ate the soup. But earlier, I had been sweating nervously... it was exactly the same situation as when we first entered the event—she almost lost it, just because I didn't want to feed her. She didn't seem to care about the looks we were getting; she was perfectly happy in her own little world.
Well, as long as she's happy, I guess I should be too. From what I can tell, it's actually quite simple to please her—just do whatever she says. That's what the system told me. Maybe that's the key to surviving and keeping the corruption of the seal in check. Leslie's little giggles were adorable.
