Some time later, Sunny was sitting on his opulent Memory chair in front of a veritable feast of all kinds of delicious food. Better yet, it was all prepared by Nephis... he was drooling from just looking at it.
They were currently at the mess deck of the Chain Breaker. Sunny was sick and tired of the mist, so being away from it was already doing wonders for his mood. Because of the dimness of the outside world, the mess deck was illuminated by the warm light of luminous Memories... the fragrance of his luxurious breakfast permeated the air.
Nephis was staring at him with a serious expression, her confusion hidden so well that no one except for him would have detected it.
"You said that it was important, so... I did my best."
Sunny marveled at how endearing her seriousness was, then nodded and immediately picked up his chopsticks.
'Where to start...'
For a moment, he was lost for choice.
But only for a moment.
Soon, he was happily stuffing his face with several dishes at the same time. His table manners... would make Fiend look like a gentleman, in comparison.
Nephis, Cassie, and Jet stared at him incredulously.
After a while, Jet let out a long sigh and asked:
"Sunny... sorry to interrupt your meal... but aren't you going to explain what is going on?"
He stopped chewing for a moment and glanced at her briefly.
"I might."
Then, he asked sweetly:
"Oh, can anyone pour me a cup of tea?"
The teapot was right there in front of him, but what was the point of being pampered if he had to do everything himself?
Nephis blinked, confused.
"Can't you do it yourself?"
Sunny smiled. Considering that his cheeks had ballooned because of all the food in his mouth, his smile looked nothing short of ridiculous.
"I can."
There were a few moments of awkward silence.
Then, Nephis sighed and poured tea into a beautiful porcelain cup.
"Here you go."
Sunny nodded in gratitude and chased down the food with a sip of the bitter tea.
"Ah... shame there's no coffee anywhere in this tomb..."
He was enjoying his break quite a bit. The other three, however, seemed a little concerned. After a while, Nephis cleared her throat and asked evenly:
"So, are you going to tell us what is going on or not?"
Sunny swallowed, took another sip of tea, and gave her a contemplative look.
"Well, you see. How do I put it... I just wanted you to make me breakfast."
Neph's usually motionless face seemed to twitch a little.
But he was not done talking. His voice turned grave:
"...Because I don't have a lot of time left. I only have a day to live."
She was suddenly pale.
Jet's eyes widened. Cassie flinched.
All three of them knew that Sunny could not lie. Which meant that... he was really going to die.
"What?!"
Sunny nodded solemnly.
"Yes. Sadly, it's true... I am going to die soon. It's inevitable, and none of you can stop it. So, I just wanted to spend a pleasant day with you, guys... gals? Anyway, this breakfast is a good start..."
There was dead silence in the mess deck. Jet was frozen still. Cassie seemed petrified.
Nephis, however, slowly leaned over, raised a hand... and poked his face with a finger.
Her voice trembled a little:
"He... he's not wearing the mask..."
Something fell to the floor with a loud noise.
Sunny rubbed his cheek, blushed a little, and looked at Neph with reproach.
"Right. Now that we're past that... let's get back to food. It's getting cold!"
Saying that, he nonchalantly continued to stuff his face. A satisfied sigh escaped from his lips.
After a few moments, he looked up and saw three beautiful women staring at him in stunned silence. Their faces were pale.
Sunny sighed.
"What?"
Cassie did not move. Furious white sparks ignited in the depths of Neph's eyes.
Luckily, Sunny already had rich experience of having this conversation, so he did it again with ease. freewebnoveℓ.com
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