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A so-called "love breakfast" is a al made for you by the one you love. What's on the plate isn't important; what matters is the sentint behind it.
The white-haired girl, who had woken up early in search of food, looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared before her holding a lavish breakfast tray, and her delicate face registered a hint of alarm.
For a girl unaccustod to social interaction, having soone publicly confess to her was an event far beyond her comprehension.
How to handle such a situation was, naturally, a question well beyond the scope of her experience.
Faced with this completely unsolvable problem, Miss Kiana's first instinct was to run.
She decided she would simply avoid Li Zihan from now on, solving the problem through evasion.
Guided by this thought, the girl nad Kiana almost instinctively spun around, preparing to flee back to her room.
And then—
The young man's counsel reached her ears.
"I'll be the one making all the als from now on. If you keep avoiding , you're going to go hungry quite often."
"And I don't think you'd like the feeling of an empty stomach, would you?"
The girl, who had the blood of a super-soldier flowing through her veins and thus a massive appetite—and who, unlike her ancestor, couldn't substitute Honkai energy for sustenance—froze in place.
"Today's breakfast was made according to your nationality, you know. Won't you at least try it?"
The young man, whose eyes were reminiscent of the blazing sun, casually placed the dishes on the dining table, continuing to state the facts.
The girl who had turned away hesitated, a hint of wavering on her face.
"Besides, we're living under the sa roof. Don't you think it's a little ridiculous to try and distance yourself from just by hiding?"
Knowing full well that Kiana didn't really want to see him, the young man spoke in a light, cheerful tone.
"What's more, Ishtar's temple is just the first stop on our journey. We'll be going to other places later. Unless you plan on staying here all by yourself, we're destined to travel together."
The rather heartbreaking reality of her situation sank into the ears of the girl who had stopped in her tracks.
The white-haired girl remained silent for a long mont before turning back around. Under the young man's watchful gaze, she returned to the dining table.
Li Zihan was telling the truth. Trying to end his pursuit through avoidance was a foolish endeavor.
"Go on, try so."
The young man, who actually had no idea what Kiana liked to eat and had simply cooked based on the popular tastes of the Germanic region, cheerfully pushed Kiana's portion toward her.
Kiana looked down at the breakfast before her, a mixture of a traditional German breakfast and the stubborn masterpiece of Great Britain.
The portion was generous, and the variety was extensive.
Even a quick glance revealed grilled tomatoes, butter-fried scrambled eggs, roasted sausages, mushrooms drizzled with cheese sauce, and, clearly prepared for a German with a sweet tooth, toast with jam and oatal mixed with honey.
If just one person made all this, it must have taken an hour or two, thought the girl, unaware that this man was an expert at manipulating ti within a localized area.
Does that an he woke up very early to start preparing breakfast, and even made so of these dishes specifically for ?
A strange feeling began to blossom in the girl's heart.
However, she said nothing. She simply lowered her head, sipped her oatal, and quietly picked up her knife and fork, taking small bites of the food from her plate.
Unlike Sirin, who always wolfed down her food, Kiana ate quickly but elegantly. Thus, even though the two looked identical, it was easy to tell them apart.
Li Zihan smiled, sitting to the side and watching the girl eat with her eyes downcast, making idle comparisons in his head.
"I'm full. Thank you for the al."
The words ca out stiffly. She quickly stood up from the table and walked toward her room with hurried steps.
Faced with this scene, the young man didn't get angry. He remained smiling, calling out to the girl's retreating back.
"For lunch, would you prefer Chinese or French? Or perhaps so Turkish cuisine?"
"Whatever you want."
The girl didn't even turn her head, her reply utterly cold.
"Pfft—"
After the girl nad Kiana had left, the sound of another girl's laughter rang out from the side.
Li Zihan looked over and saw the useless goddess whose attributes heavily overlapped with Aqua's—Ishtar.
"What's so funny?"
Li Zihan looked at the goddess who seed to be mocking him and raised an eyebrow.
"It seems, dear Mr. Supre God, that your path of love isn't going so smoothly."
The useless goddess, who had also been drawn out by the aroma of food, looked at the young man who had clearly tried to curry favor with the girl nad Kiana only to receive a frigid response. A teasing smile played on her lips.
"Do you require the great Lady Ishtar to guide you? To set you on the express path to love?"
The goddess, whose authorities were extrely broad and even touched upon the domain of a love god, patted the barren mounds on her chest and spoke proudly to the foreign deity who had seemingly been rebuffed.
"For a fee, of course," the goddess, who clearly had money on her mind, quickly added.
"My conquest is going very smoothly, thank you. I don't need your help."
The young man, who genuinely felt his pursuit of Kiana was progressing, spoke leisurely.
"Hah?"
Ishtar stared, dumbfounded, as if she had just heard the most ridiculous thing.
"Hey, hey, hey, that little girl Kiana is completely ignoring you, and you're telling your conquest is going smoothly?"
"My good man, don't tell your grand plan is to keep fawning over her while she gives you the cold shoulder? Just a full-on simp offensive?"
"Is there a problem with that?"
The young man, who saw shades of both Sirin and Bronya in Kiana, smiled faintly.
"There are two kinds of simps: those who simp until the very end and get nothing, and those who simp until the very end and get everything."
"If the final outco is getting everything, what's wrong with being a simp for a little while?"
"..."
Hearing Li Zihan's words, Ishtar fell silent for a mont. Then, as if trying to pull a simp back from the brink of ruin, she warned him.
"But that girl, Kiana, is clearly resisting you."
It was true. Li Zihan had not made a good impression on Kiana.
He was connected to Otto, the greatest shadow in her life.
And he was pursuing her while already having a lover, which made him the worst kind of scumbag.
"But what does that matter?" the young man, who had once fought with Sirin over i and had also been friend-zoned by Bronya many tis, said calmly.
"A person who is lonely and starved for affection will instinctively respond to the kindness of others."
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