Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 428.2: Fated Nemesis (2)

Humans had a tendency to turn to folk rituals whenever a major event was before them.

Roel knew of classmates in his previous life who wore red underwear for their examinations, insisting that it would bring them the luck they needed to score their desired grades. On the Sia Continent, the convention was to start praying to the gods.

Roel and Nora chose not to do anything despite the ordeal ahead of them, but perhaps, the peaceful time they spent together prior to the decisive battle was their own form of prayer.

Nora’s enemy was the power of her ancestors, the divine instinct she had inherited from a Race Sovereign. Roel’s enemy was his own tattered body and a mortal nemesis whose means he knew nothing about.

Both of their undertakings were fraught with difficulties, but they chose not to talk about it.

That morning, Roel, who had been blessed to enjoy Her Highness’ culinary skills thus far, was finally given a chance to work his skills in the kitchen. It was his first time preparing food in many years.

“It’s surprisingly edible. Some of the dishes are even delicious,” remarked Nora in amazement after having tried the barbecued meat.

She couldn’t understand how Roel was able to cook such decent dishes. She was only able to pick up cooking herself by watching others cook, a habit she picked up only because she knew that her beloved was obsessed with good food.

Due to the scorn nobles carried for cooking, Nora assumed that Roel couldn’t possibly have any experience in it. It was unthinkable to her that a first-timer could whip up anything decent, so she was already prepared to give up on breakfast when he offered his service.

“Weird. How did you learn this?”

“… I’d drop by the kitchen from time to time in the Ascarts’ manor. I simply copied what the cook did.”

“Liar. Anna wouldn’t have allowed you in the kitchen. Haa. Forget it.”

Nora wasn’t planning to get to the bottom of things, and Roel wasn’t planning on explaining his previous life to her. They chatted merrily over breakfast before Nora left the house to vent

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