Taking off her nightdress, her form was exposed for only a brief moment before a simple dress covered it. Tying the buttons at the top, she slipped on a pair of sandals before closing the wardrobe. Moving over to the bed, she snapped her fingers and the bed swiftly made itself.


    Satisfied with everything, she called out to the blonde who was showering.


    “I’ll go and make breakfast first, Igor. Don’t take too long.”


    “Okay, Sister Lia!”


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    |DxD|


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    Food, a commodity treasured by all. Most lifeforms required food to live without exception. For warriors, it was doubly so for them. Having entered the kitchen, Aurelia was walking through the cold room. Correction. It would be more accurate to call it a cold hall.


    Over time, this room that contained a few dozen headless carcasses of various livestock now seemed like an industrial storage that stored quite literally, thousands of meat products were hung on hooks in neat rows. Neatly stacked in the corners were trays of eggs and other dairy products. There were even sections for frozen vegetables, fruits, and all other sorts of food.


    Aurelia was not picky. Directly grabbing the carcass of two cows with telekinesis, she walked out with some vegetables in tow. Closing the door to the cold storage behind her, she laid the ingredients for today’s meal on the large stainless steel table.


    Levitating into the air, she used magic to prepare the meal while simultaneously turning on the stove. Regardless of whether the goods were frozen or not, she was quick in slicing them apart with magic before finally heating them up.


    With her magic, preparing a massive breakfast for the both of them was something that wouldn’t even take thirty minutes.


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    |DxD|


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    Sometimes, Aurelia wondered what if this is what it felt like to be a mother. Watching the blonde fill his cheeks to the brim with steak after steak evoked a sense of pride and accomplishment in her. Despite a fork and knife being prepared for him, he ate with his hands. He’d fill his mouth with some meat and stiff porridge, and then wash it down with some soup.


    It was an uncanny combination, especially the porridge. But the blonde justified it by saying some warrior tribes from Africa ate like that. Whether it was true or not, she was content to just watch him. There was just something cute about watching him eat like his life depends on it.


    Over the years, Aurelia could admit that she had genuinely come to view the blonde as a younger sibling. From teasing him every once in a while to taking care of him, it gave her the feeling of an older sister.


    Having been the youngest in the family, she could now understand why her brothers always spoiled her like they did.


    [I still miss you…all of you.]


    But, it seemed as if she had stared at him for too long because the blonde was also looking at her with his mouth full like a squirrel’s


    “Hm?”


    The silverette had to physically hold herself back from laughing. That oblivious and confused look on his face was making it hard for her to remain mature.


    “Swallow first, Igor.”


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    Nodding, the blonde chewed quickly before asking.


    “Is something on my face? You’ve been looking at me for a while now, sister.”


    She wanted to point out the crumbs on his face, but she held back.


    “Nothing, Igor. Just thinking about some things.”


    “Oh. Tell me if you need my help, sister.”


    Without further ado, he got back into gorging himself on food. With his hand dipping into the giant bowl of neatly cut steak, Igor filled his empty plate with food before digging in.


    “Mmm~. Dwis is weally ood!” (This is really good!)


    “...”


    Aurelia couldn’t help but smile. She had no doubt that even if she told him the entire world was after her, he would stand with her. He seemed to have replied perfunctorily, but she was confident that if worst comes to worst, atleast she would have someone by her side.


    [Sigh, he really would make a good husband. Unfortunately, this one is too old. Such an outstanding man with favourable prospects. If only we were from the same generation…]


    As much pleasure and pride she took in observing Igor finally enter puberty, she never tried to further anything. With the age difference between them being over six decades, she was aware that asking him to call her “sister” was drastically pushing things.


    Although she had a plausible excuse at the time to marry the blonde, that excuse no longer applied after she successfully managed to cast the first seal. Even without the seal, she was not comfortable with the idea of marrying someone young enough to be her grandchild. As horrible and sad as it sounded, just having her beauty and existence validated by the one she cared about was enough-


    “Sister. What’s wrong? I can feel you aren’t alright.”


    It was easy for him to feel the turbulent emotions she was exhibiting. He could see it in her eyes. Far from the usual fatigue, they seemed a bit…lost.


    Aurelia was momentarily caught by surprise that she allowed her mind to slip. Quickly putting on a smile, she replied.


    “Don’t worry, Igor. It’s nothing.”


    “...”


    Not buying it, the blonde wiped his hands and lips with a cloth before looking at Aurelia again.


    “Are you sure it’s nothing?”


    The silverette only smiled.


    “Yes. It’s really nothing.”


    “...”


    The blonde couldn’t help but sigh.


    “You’re lying.”


    Su!


    Instantly appearing on the other side of the table, he leaned on the table, his gaze blaring right into her eyes with an authoritative gaze.


    “What’s wrong? Tell me.”


    “...”


    Aurelia was taken aback by how brazen he was. She could see he wasn’t going to drop the issue if she continued to provide perfunctory answers.


    Sighing, she decided to offer him a tidbit.


    “It’s not an important matter, Igor. Just something I’ve been thinking about lately.”


    “...”


    Realising that she wouldn’t tell him everything, the blonde decided to drop the matter.


    “Oh. Tell me if you need help, sister. You know I have your back.”


    Returning to his side of the table, the blonde continued to gorge himself on food like nothing ever happened. The sound of meat being gobbled down filled the silence as the blonde continued to fill up his stomach for the intense training that would follow. With his strong stomach, he did not need to fear any indigestion or stomach aches.


    While the blonde ate, Aurelia decided to also eat her plate of barely touched food. With a plate of four steaks piled on top of each other on the side, she focused on the plate in front of her which had a half-eaten steak, bread, and some soup.


    Picking up a fork and knife, she began eating elegantly, Neatly cutting the steak apart, she put it in her mouth. She repeated the same action with the bread. Picking up a slice with her fork, she cut off a small piece of it, dipped it in soup, and put it in her mouth.


    All this time, Igor looked at her weirdly, Compared to her, his fingers were covered in soup, oil, and porridge remains. His cheeks were puffed up like a squirrel’s, his mouth oily to boot.


    [I still can’t understand why she insists on a fork and knife. It’s so slow!]


    Pushing the thought to the side, he continued eating. With his hands moving like supercharged excavators, he launched food so fast into his mouth that his hands almost seemed like afterimages. His teeth were like industrial-grade hammers that continued to gnash his food and parse it down his throat.


    Gnom Gnom Gnom Gnom Gnom


    Watching the blonde consume his food much faster than usual, Aurelia couldn’t help but sigh.


    “Why are you in such a rush, Igor? The food won’t run away.”


    “Hm?”


    Quickly swallowing his food, the blonde wiped his lips.


    “The food won’t run, but time will. I still have to train after this, sister.”


    “...”


    Looking at his messy appearance, Aurelia could only applaud that despite his voracious eating habits, there was not one stain on his shirt.


    “I wonder if you’ll even be able to get married at this rate, Igor.”


    “Heh? Never. Marriage is a waste of time.”


    Clang! Clang!


    Dropping her fork and knife, Aurelia couldn’t believe her ears.


    “What?”


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    AN


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    I’m finally back after quite a while. I can’t get too deep into the reasons why, but I was occupied with some family events at school. Now that the situation has stabilised, I am free to upload once more. Hope you’ll enjoy the next dozen chapters. A lot of things have happened since then.