Xyrin Empire

Chapter 459: Chapter 459: Painful Lunch

Monina and Yelsen’s arrival was warmly welcomed by Big Sister and the others. I had heard Little Thing boasting all day about how renowned and distinguished his combat team was, and today, finally seeing them gasping for air, made the girls, who had always been full of joyful thoughts about Dingdang Team, very enthusiastic. However, the conversation went off-topic when it shifted from “how exactly is a Divine Race combat team formed” to “several points to note when raising Dingdang.”

Well, in a way, maybe the second topic is actually more on point…

“The commander, she really has a personality… um, that kind of personality,” it was clear that Monina still had a great respect for her commander despite the unfortunate behavior that even a loyal subordinate couldn’t mitigate. “Actually, most of the Life God System Divine Race are like that, which is why they usually have lots of friends in the Divine Realm, but our commander is…”

“Well, at least the commander has finally found a suitable Master.”

This time, Yelsen’s inappropriate comment did not lead Monina to beat him up; clearly, in the current atmosphere, even Monina couldn’t deny her foolish brother’s conclusion.

We were still in the chemistry department activity room that Artemis had arranged for us after that unusual incident. Since then, the room had been moved to the top floor and had become the only occupied room, lonely as it was. Hu Wen suggested yesterday that we move near the headquarters of the Awakeners, where there was an empty classroom available, but for convenience’s sake, we declined his kind offer. Artemis also knew about our special identity, so with the head of the Awakeners’ help in masking our location, the chemistry department activity room had evidently become the gathering spot for the Empire’s unscrupulous soy sauce group.

Thus, it shouldn’t be surprising that we were dining together in this place…

But honestly, I hadn’t anticipated that Monina’s cooking skills would be so impressive. When she volunteered to take charge of today’s lunch, everyone expressed their astonishment.

However, when the lavish meal was presented before everyone, and even Big Sister remarked on its exceptional taste after trying it, astonishment turned into shock.

A Dark God, whose second occupation incredibly is a genius cook, handling the most horrifying tasks like clandestine operations and secret executions among the gods, should I make a comment on this?

Tasting the unknown dish passionately provided by a Dark Goddess, and catching a glimpse of Monina, who was still busy near the all-in-one portable kitchen sponsored by Big Sister, sporting an apron and wielding a spatula, I felt… well, a variety of subtle feelings.

“Don’t underestimate my sister’s cooking skills,” Yelsen, who seemed to be a War God, spoke with a half-eaten stalk of vegetable in his mouth, completely lacking the grace of a god, “She is specifically in charge of cooking for our combat team!”

Yelsen said, then suddenly lowered his voice, leaned in, and whispered, “If it weren’t for the good food every day, who would be the brother of such a violent woman…”

“Oops, my hand slipped.” Monina’s cry of surprise suddenly rang out beside the dining table. We watched, dumbstruck, as the Dark Goddess, smiling, poured boiling water down Yelsen’s neck, who somehow had already been half-covered with dark runes by his sister’s merciless attack, and could do nothing but grimace, unable to move.