assistirfilmes Volume 8 Chapter 1: My Brain Is Still Processing
Volume 8 Chapter 1: My Brain Is Still Processing
Volume 8 Chapter 1: My Brain Is Still Processing
Volume 8 Chapter 1: My Brain Is Still Processing
"Mgah," A yawn came from Keith's mouth as he slowly left his bed. Walking to the mirror, he saw the dark bags under his eyes. Figures. They would be tired from what had occurred just yesterday night. Need to cool down my face. After a few minutes of rubbing, he exited his room.
"Good morning, Sir Keith." Two maids were waiting by the door. Keith took a sigh, "Good morning as well." Are they going to wait by my door all the time now? These last few days gave him so much freedom. No one waited for him or anything; that was something he preferred. However, he couldn't complain since this wasn't his home.
"Good morning, Princess." Next to his door, a beautiful woman came out of her room. There were maids by her door as well. The woman nodded and then turned to Keith.
"Couldn't sleep after what occurred, huh?" Despite the woman's beautiful appearance, under her eyes were dark bags.
Krystal nodded, "I couldn't sleep after what had occurred. And how do you look like that?"
"What do you mean?"
"Don't try to be coy. Why is your skin so sparkly and bright?" There was something off. Those dark bags under it were nowhere to be found. His skin sparkled and smooth.
"Oh, that's because I put some of this on my face? Want to try it later?" Keith raised a vegetable.
"Cucumbers?"
"Oh, these are galecumbers. They're surprisingly good for the face. Also, they get rid of dark bags as well." Keith had rubbed them on his dark bags, and poof, it cleaned them up.
"...There are many different things that I heard." Krystal blinked. But she was most surprised about how Keith was focused on his skin. Never pegged him to be the type to care.
"Want me to help you out at night?"
"...Sure." Krystal touched her skin and felt the ruggedness. After the incident, she felt like she aged a few years. Then she stared at Keith's flawless skin, which made her slightly envious.
"Alright, let's head to the dining room."
"Mmhmm." The two headed to the dining room. And when they entered, three people were there.
"Good morning, you two." The woman was the first one to greet the two. She was the spitting image of Krystal. She was Violet Rustchil, Krystal's mother and Grand Duchess of Rustchil.
"Hello, Aunty Violet." "Good morning, Mother."
"Good morning." There was the first Keith was meeting this person.
"Good morning, Sir Edmund." This was none other than the head of the Rustchil duchy, Edmund Rustchil, the current Grand Duke.
"Uh?"
"...Keith, can you do something?" Cedric wasn't the only one; Violet also glanced at him. She ate the boiled potatoes and realized what she had missed out her whole life. Comparing it to the tomato soup, the flavors were lacking. Actually, it was nonexistent!
"Eh?" Wife? What are you doing? Never did he expect his wife to say something like that.
"Dear, you wouldn't understand." Her husband never tried it. Cedric, Winston, Krystal, and she were the only ones who tasted it.
"Guys, Krystal isn't even asking. Why are you two being so childish?"
Cedric turned to Krystal, "My little gem, don't you want to have the kids cooking?"
"...Little gem?"
"Grandfather?" Krystal's cheeks turned red. Cedric continued, "Don't you want to try it?"
"Hah," Krystal then turned over to Keith. This guy had the calmest look ever. It was not even a surprise.
"...To be honest, I do want your cooking."
"..." Edmund really was speechless. Her daughter was the last person he expected.
"Alright then, but what do you want to have? You choose."