One-Shot Transmigration: Sorry I'm Here To Ruin Your Happy Ever After Chapter 102: My little glutton

"They really are..." Min-jae trailed off, shaking his head slightly.

ical gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug. "They’ve always been like that.." he said quietly, "and they always will be."

Min-jae exhaled again, this ti a little more relaxed. "How did you manage to even..."

How did ical stand his motherfuckers?!

"Years of practice.." ical replied with a faint smile, not looking at him but ahead. "Ignore them, or let them be irrelevant. That’s the only way to survive people like that."

Min-jae let that sink in.

He might never be able to truly ignore them but at least he could protect ical. That thought steadied him more than anything else.

Min-jae stayed quiet for a mont, letting the last remnants of annoyance drain out of his chest. The corridor ahead was thankfully empty.

ical glanced at him, then asked gently,

"What would you like to eat? What are you feeling today?"

As if on instinct, Min-jae leaned in and stroked the back of ical’s head, fingers brushing through his hair. The softness eased sothing tight inside him.

The irritation from this morning was gone, completely washed away by the chaos that was ical’s family.

Now he felt only one thing.

Hunger.

A big, undeniable hunger.

"I want a big al.." Min-jae muttered without sha. "A really big one. You don’t mind if I get fat, right?"

ical’s hand imdiately found his, warm and steady, holding it like it belonged there.

"I don’t mind.." he said softly. "You’re my little glutton. I won’t get tired of you."

He lifted Min-jae’s hand slightly, rubbing his thumb over the knuckles.

"And if you do get fat, we’ll work together to shed the weight. You just have to stay healthy, hm? I want you healthy for a long, long ti."

Min-jae’s cheeks ward, just slightly and he clicked his tongue.

"...Fine. That makes sense.."

Besides it’d be hard to get into so positions if he add more weight.

"Good.." ical said, amused. "Then let’s go have a feast.."

They headed downstairs, the morning light spilling across the corridor, and the warm scent of breakfast drifting from the kitchens.

As they approached the dining hall, they saw Madam Greya standing beside two junior maids, quietly directing them as trays were covered and prepared to be carried upstairs.

Her hands were clasped neatly in front of her, posture firm, expression calm...exactly the way she always was.

ical approached her.

"Madam Greya."

She turned imdiately, bowing her head slightly. "Good morning, Master. I’ve arranged the al for your guests.."

"That’s why I ca.." ical interrupted softly. "As you’re going up there, don’t allow them to place value on your worth. If any of them say sothing deaning, anything at all, tell imdiately."

Greya blinked, then chuckled under her breath. "I understand what to do, don’t worry. I’ve t all kinds of people in my lifeti, Master. A few difficult ones won’t rattle ."

Min-jae nodded approvingly.

She really was unshakably reliable.

Greya excused herself and headed toward the stairs with the other staff, trays in hand.

The mont she disappeared, Min-jae and ical stepped into the dining room.

The doors opened and the sight inside made Min-jae’s stomach rumble on instinct.

The table was already being filled.

Bowls of steaming soup, baskets of fresh rolls, roasted ats, fruit, pastries and the likes.

Dish after dish was being placed. The rest of the maids moved quietly but efficiently, arranging everything in a way that felt almost ceremonial.

It was obvious Madam Greya had understood exactly what Min-jae needed.

A big al.

A comforting al.

A "forget-my-in-laws-exist" al.

"...She really does love .." Min-jae whispered reverently.

ical’s mouth twitched. "And she pities . She knows I need the strength to survive living with you."

"Rude.." Min-jae muttered, already reaching for the closest plate.

ical pulled out a chair for him, the faintest smile lingering on his lips.

Min-jae didn’t waste a second, he sat down and began eating with the kind of single-minded focus that only good food and terrible in-laws could inspire.

He’d barely taken his third bite when the dining room doors opened.

Odysseus stepped inside first, composed as always.

Behind him ca Saar.

Min-jae’s chewing slowed.

Here was another character he had completely forgotten about.

His plan with Saar during the ti of the ball, had failed woefully, he hasn’t seen Saar since then.

"Where have you been?" he demanded. "Your job was to protect at the ball. I haven’t seen you since then. It’s been...what? Nearly a month?"

Saar knelt with one fist to the floor, the classic shadow-guard posture.

"My deepest apologies, Master. I failed in my assigned position. I had... matters to handle. And I have many things to report to you, if you would hear them."

Min-jae narrowed his eyes.

There it was.

That tone.

The "everything you’re about to hear will destroy your mood" tone.

He raised one finger.

"No."

Saar paused. "...Master?"

"No.." Min-jae repeated firmly. "Not right now. I know that face. Whatever you have to say will ruin my appetite."

He gestured at the glorious spread before him. "And I’m not letting anything ruin this al. Not after this morning."

-_-

Saar scratched his head, a bit confused. What happened this morning.

Odysseus was generous to give him details of how ical’s family had arrived and had caused problems for the pair.

"Would you like to try out the at first or the soup with bread rolls?"

Min-jae wasn’t hearing what ical was saying, he had already dug into the first thing that was in front of him.

Which was the casserole.

"It’s still hot, be careful..."

But Min-jae took another huge bite anyway regardless of ical’s warning.

It was indeed hot and it burn his tongue a little bit.

But Min-jae didn’t show it, he continued with the sa montum he had begin with.

Gobbling down the casserole like there was no tomorrow.

He looked up to see ical just staring at him, he thought whatever he did now wouldn’t phase ical anymore.

"What? Why are you staring at ?"