assistirfilmes Chapter 45 Apple Pie? (edited)
Chapter 45 Apple Pie? (edited)
"Thank you so much for the phone, Lillian!"
Millis tightly clutched her brand-new phone to her chest, gazing at Lillian with joy.
Lillian smiled, "Sure. No problem, Millis." She then patted Millis's head once again, surprising her. (5)
"Hey... although I don't mind... what's with the pats all of a sudden?" Millis tilted her head.
"Pfft... no reason..." Lillian laughed. She remembered how fidgety Millis was when Lillian persisted in choosing a phone. (2)
Millis gave a soft smile, "I see... I'll be sure to pay you back then."
Lillian shook her head, "You don't have to. Consider it a gift for doing well in the exam... speaking of the exam, could I ask you something?" (3)
"Eh? Sure, what's up?"
"Why didn't you use your staff?" Lillian drew back her hand and leaned her cheek into it. Why had Millis decided against using her staff to defend against her in close combat?
The corner of Millis's lips twitched. Her eyes twitched as well at the thought of the reason why.
"That damn prince played a trick on me. That's why."
"A trick?"
"The guy told me to do something and caused me to make my staff suddenly disappear out of my hand!" Millis flailed her arm about in anger, "He didn't even tell meh how to get it back! I still remember that damn smirk on his face." She held up her arm, which was shaking with rage.
"Hahahaha!" Lillian pointed at her, bending over and clutching her stomach, "Your own teammate sabotaged you!" (18)
Millis groaned, rubbing the back of her head, "I guess I also sabotaged him... if we just stayed in place, we could've gotten second place."
She then glanced at Marionette and saw her scrolling through her phone. "It's surprising you won against a monster like her, y'know..."
Marionette's ears twitched at her words. She looked up from her phone and stared at her, "I believe my features look human." She said, staring down at her hands and checking.
Millis's head slowly turned to Lillian, creaking like a rusty metal cog, "Ya into those kinds of girls, eh? Can't say I don't agree with your taste, though." She held her chin and nodded like a philosopher who had achieved a major breakthrough in a subject.
Lillian stared at her with red-tinted cheeks and turned her face away, mumbling, "Sh-shush... you don't know what you're talking about..." (8)
The three then began to walk back to the dorm building.
Millis skipped happily, clutching her newly acquired phone under Lillian and Marionette's gaze.
Lillian's being amused, and Marionette's being nonchalant.
While on the way to the dorm building, Millis was able to set up her phone. She faced Lillian and asked for her phone number, something Lillian was willing to give up.
The two exchanged phone numbers under Marionette's gaze, who awkwardly glanced down at her own phone briefly.
Where did this woman possibly get apples from?!
Lillian sighed and looked down at her boiling pot of water. She watched as her noodles finally became limp and sunk to the bottom. (2)
Lillian rubbed the back of her head with a sheepish expression, "It seems I am not yet done..." (3)
Marionette nodded and opened a drawer, fetching a fork and knife. She then stabbed it into the pie, letting the smell and excess steam escape, drawing Lillian in further to the strange yet beautiful pie.
She reached over and grabbed a plate, plopping a finely cut slice of pie on it. Lillian watched as its innards leaked out from its place. The chunks of apple caused Lillian to gulp, imagining how well it may taste.
She gently clutched the fork and knife, cutting into the pie, placing the cut-off piece into her mouth and closing it. She chewed and chewed.
Her expression then darkened, 'What the hell...' She held a hand over her mouth as she stared at the rotten pie in disguise as a beautiful one. Why did it look so perfect yet taste so abhorrent? (5)
Lillian stared at Marionette, who tilted her head at her, "It tastes bad. Am I correct?"
Lillian gave a shaky smile, "Whaaat...? No? Of course, it doesn't. It tastes as great as it looks!" (2)
"... Then take another bite of it." Marionette cut into the pie and stabbed it with the fork, holding up the cut-off piece before Lillian's hesitant mouth.
"Open."
"W-what if I—"
"Do it, or else I'll do something inappropriate again." Marionette threatened, which to Lillian didn't seem much of a threat if it was what she was thinking, but nonetheless, she allowed the piece of the pie to enter her mouth.
Marionette watched as Lillian's face darkened again. "It is bad, isn't it?" (2)
Lillian grudgingly gulped it down, "It is a bit... but at least it looks beautiful, Marionette." Lillian leaned over the counter, staring down at the pie, which had a slice taken out of it. (2)
Marionette folded her arms and leaned against the wall behind her, "It's meant to look visually appealing."
"It's meant to...? Who taught you to cook, may I ask, Marionette?"
"It was the head of my family. He was the one to teach me to cook like this." Marionette explained, "In his own words, he said that "People in our line of work has no business of satisfying others through any other senses other than sight. This applies to our targets, too. As long as the food looks good enough to the eye, they wouldn't suspect it has been poisoned." roughly along those words."
"I see... he's not wrong, though, in a way. The majority of people do rely more on sight than the others." Lillian smiled, picking up the fork, "Would you like it if others enjoy your cooking?" (2)
Marionette tilted her head at her, "Why do you ask?"
"No reason in particular. I'm just curious."
As she was saying this, she sliced off another bit of the pie and plopped it into her mouth like some regular old medicinal pill. Marionette's eyes briefly widened at this sight.
"I believe you said it did not taste good."
This belief of her only solidified as Lillian's face darkened once more, struggling to gulp down the food. (2)
"W-well... it is... but I'm a bit selfish when it comes to making people happy by eating their cooking."