The Author's POV

"Are you fine with going with me? Is your father okay with it?"

"There should be no problem..."

Amanda delicately carried the dishes over to the expansive table, which was elegantly adorned with a nice cloth that featured a floral pattern in shades of purple.

"Going where?"

Speak of the devil.

Edward appeared out of nowhere behind the two of us like a hawk before we could even finish setting the table with the dishes.

Amanda calmly looked at him.

"We're going on a short trip."

"Where exactly?"

"I'm not sure myself."

Amanda shrugged, and Edward looked at me.

I looked back at him and also shrugged.

"Don't look at me. My lips are sealed."

"...Is it dangerous?"

"Very."

I seriously nodded my head, and Edward's face slowly darkened.

Taking note of his darkening face, I quickly added.

"If you're worried about her safety, you shouldn't be. I'm also going with her. With me there, nothing's going to happen to her."

"...That makes me even more worried."

Edward commented, prompting my brows to furrow.

"I'm stronger than you."

"Are you now?"

Edward moved forward, crackling his fist in front of me.

Not wanting to be outdone, I also took a step forward. Natasha, however, intervened between the two of us and smiled at Edward before I had the chance to take any action.

"Now, now...how about you stop causing trouble. The whole reason we're having this dinner is because they'll be leaving soon. Let's be honest now; staying in the human domain is not really that safe either."

"But I'm here. I can protect―"

Edward grumbled, but he cut himself off in the middle of his sentence. After observing that Natasha's face was becoming darker, he decided to keep his mouth shut and take a seat.

The top executives of the Demon Hunter guild had their own opulent apartment built within the territory of the guild, which we were currently occupying.

Edward did not decide to live in the mercenary headquarters as my parents did, as he was capable of providing for his own safety and because he was responsible for running a guild.

"Stop fighting, you two; the food is ready."

My mother emerged from the kitchen carrying what appeared to be a large hot tray that held a large chicken. On the tray was also something that looked like a large knife.

"We're here to see Amanda and Ren off before they leave; let's not sour the mood."

She was very careful as she placed the chicken on the table and patted her hands on the apron that she was wearing.

"Are you fine with them leaving for so long?"

Edward asked, seated opposite my mother.

"I am certainly not happy, but it's not like I can stop him. For as long as he tells me that he's leaving, then I'm mostly fine with it."

"Well...fine."

Edward sat back in his chair and relaxed while pouring a glass of wine for himself.

After he had finished filling his cup, he looked over at my father, who had sneakily taken a seat at the table next to my mother, and he extended the wine glass to him.

"Do you want some?"

"No, thank you."

father politely refused with a

Edward could insist,

"He can't take alcohol."

"Huh?"

stunned for a moment as he

sure he won't get drunk off

"You'll be surprised..."

of my father but paid no attention to the change in expression that appeared on his face

can even get drunk off of beer. It won't

"Ren."

stopped speaking the moment that I heard

fork and leaned toward where the chicken was, trying to get a

I tried to

'I spoke too much.'

chicken looks very

Slap―!

"Ow."

close to getting to the chicken when someone smacked me in the

was to blame, and

ahead and eat first? Wait for

"But―"

didn't raise you to be this rude. Now that

"Pfttt..."

laugh coming from my right side, my face darkened, and

had a blank expression on her face as she sat

clearly feigning

was funny,

asked, leaning closer to

"No."

looked back at me,

My eyes furrowed tightly.

I wouldn't be

no idea what

and my eyes turned

"I see... I see..."

and took

that you don't know. I'll see how you

let

needed to pay her

next to

when she arrived, was the last person

to admit that she was a full-fledged addict. It seemed like every time I saw her; she had her face

I couldn't

did not have any friends with whom she could play in light of

been no different from her had I

raising a 'pet',

"Noooo, ma! noo!"

immediately began to object when our mother took the phone away from

dinner. I'll give the

didn't feed

"Hm?"

head to look at Nola. What did she

not get anything to eat since I would be the last one

could feel the edges of my lips curl

'How sweet of her.'

can feed him later.

"No, bu―"

"No buts!"

turn for the worse, and she stomped her way over to the seat next

does this scene look

scene that occurred a

probably

pouty face, Nola fiddled with the

'Cute.'

appearance was nothing short of

over

to worry about feeding me. There will definitely be food for me later. Though I do appreciate the fact that

her gently on the head, only to have my hand shoved back

me a sulky look while muttering to herself and crossing her arms in front of her chest. Her appearance was nothing

wants to feed

do you mean? Didn't you just say that you wanted

"No?"

looked at

looked back at her, also

I think I clearly remember you saying that you