"...."
Akamir sat down on a dinner table along with a maid who sat in front of him.
But….
The maid didn't seem awkward or shy in any way possible.
Instead, she was eating the food on the table like the place belonged to her.
Akamir picked up his spoon but didn't eat.
He stared across the table at the maid, who was chewing on a piece of roast meat with zero concern.
Her legs were crossed on the chair she was sitting on.
She leaned back like this wasn't a formal dinner, like she hadn't just barged in and claimed a seat meant for nobles.
She even reached over and grabbed a second helping without looking at him.
"You look like an animal." Akamir commented, passing his soup towards her as well.
"Shut up!"
The maid, who was now possessed by Nayomi, replied, glaring at him.
"I haven't tasted food in like six hundred years."
She didn't shy away as she grabbed the soup he had passed.
Akamir didn't reply as he kept on staring at the woman.
'So this is body possession, huh?'
