Hanakaiin Haru returned to his own little courtyard.
Then, he was dumbfounded.
Upon hearing the cryptic words of Hanakaiin Ra, Hanakaiin Haru had made numerous preparations, but he had never imagined he would encounter the scene before him—a team of 30 servants, each with a numb expression from shock, eyes vacant and lifeless, simply operating mechanically, placing dish after dish on the round table.
At the round table, Jason and Miss Sagaraso ate like wild beasts.
The afterimages left by their chopsticks made Hanakaiin Haru wonder if the two had already become great swordsmen.
Every chopstick placement was like the clash of swords.
It very much resembled a life-and-death struggle.
But, there was no tension in the air.
On the contrary, it was harmonious.
For each dish, Jason and Miss Sagaraso shared it evenly between them.
However, as time passed, Miss Sagaraso ate less and less.
Jason?
He continued to eat with a healthy appetite.
