Chapter 220
They ordered the sa nu as before... but in reality, the dishes that ca out were different from the ones Clael had eaten with Erika.
Since it was called the 'Chef's Whimsy Course', it seed the dishes changed on a whim.
The first appetizer that ca out was a salad of tomato and mozzarella cheese.
"Ah, this is delicious. The tomato and cheese go really well together."
"...Yes, it's very tasty."
The two of them savored the food that was served... but Reina seed just a little dissatisfied.
Even as she brought the food to her mouth, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
"Is sothing wrong? Is there sothing you don't like?"
"No... it's just a little different from what I had imagined... I was hoping to overwrite the mory, you see. It's a sha."
"............?"
Reina had been wearing a dissatisfied expression... but imdiately switched to a radiant Saint's smile.
Incidentally... during the al, she naturally removed her veil.
Because her dazzling smile was fully visible, she was drawing an overwhelming amount of attention from other custors and staff.
"Who is she... that woman?"
"I've never seen her before... but she's beautiful."
"Hey! Stop looking away from !"
"She's like a goddess... I want to draw her..."
Among the custors, so n were staring at Reina, ignoring their girlfriends, a woman stood frozen as if her soul had left her body, and a bearded old man had taken out a sketchbook and was furiously sketching.
Once again... Clael was struck by the realization that Reina's beauty was a sin.
"...Reina, if possible, could you tone down your makeup?"
"Huh? Why is that?"
"No particular reason. It's just... please, I really an it."
He couldn't let Reina beco a fem fatale who would bring nations to ruin.
When Clael emphasized his request, Reina nodded earnestly.
"Understood. I won't wear makeup unless I'm going out with you, Lord Clael."
"...Yes, that will be just fine."
"Which ans... you'll go out with again, right?"
"I suppose... that's what it ans?"
He felt like the point had shifted, but for now, he decided to accept it.
With this, he had successfully driven the point ho.
He wanted to believe that the crisis of a nation falling over Reina had been averted.
"Even so... you've really improved your table manners in the short ti I didn't see you."
Clael brought up the topic as it ca to mind.
Reina was eating without making a sound, skillfully using her knife and fork.
Such refined table manners weren't sothing one could master overnight.
"It brings back mories. When we first t, you used to devour pies with your hands..."
"Oh, stop bringing up the past! You're the one who taught table manners, Lord Clael! Of course I'd get better!"
"Hahaha, that's true... It really is nostalgic."
He never imagined he'd co to a restaurant in the royal capital with the grown-up Reina.
He had thought his role ended with raising her and sending her off to the capital... never expecting to be involved with her again as a Saint or teacher.
(I thought I'd live out my life as a rural priest... but looking back, I've co a long way.)
Without a doubt, the greatest turning point in Clael's life was Reina.
If he had never t Reina, his second life might have ended in diocrity.
"Lord Clael, this at dish is delicious too."
"Ah, roast chicken. The herbal aroma is wonderful."
(You never know what life will bring... Like in my previous life, I could suddenly drop dead from overwork again—so I really need to cherish this mont.)
As Clael once again appreciated the happiness before him, he continued to savor the al with Reina.
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