"Really?" Elias tilted his head, clearly not believing this clumsy lie; he was about to hear the rumbling sound coming from Alex's stomach.
The angel narrowed his eyes slightly in a smile. The finished pot of stew flew out from the kitchen on its own, the lid opened, and the rich aroma of stewed duck spread throughout the room. Pure white porcelain bowls and plates also flew out, gently placing themselves one by one on the dining table. A shiny metal soup spoon automatically scooped the soup into the bowls, emitting an enticing white steam.
"Don't change the subject with food." Alex turned his head away, trying not to inhale the aroma, refusing to give in to Elias's temptation. "Why did you appear at the factory at that time?"
Elias moved his skull, his heterochromatic eyes intently watching Alex, his gaze as deep as if it contained the entire universe.
"I have recovered my power," the angel said.
