Kyouka dragged her feet as she stepped through the door, her whole body still aching from hours inside the dungeon. Her clothes smelled faintly of sweat, blood, and dust, and her expression screamed I'm done with today as always.
After a grueling three-day expedition, the sight of her home felt like a blessing from the goddess.
But then—her nose twitched.
"...Huh?" She froze, sniffing the air again. Something warm and savory wafted toward her nose. Something delicious. "What's… this smell?"
Her tiredness was instantly forgotten as her sharp eyes darted around the house. Usually, they would just bring takeout, stuff themselves with whatever was cheap and filling. Nobody here really cooked. Sure, Ren sometimes made something simple, but that was before all the awakening madness and recently he haven't made anything big.
Kyouka followed the trail of scent like a wild beast, stepping into the kitchen.
And there he was.
