Isla stood beside Grayson, choking down the sandwich with tears pricking at her eyes. Objectively loaded with good ingredients, it tasted like cardboard.
Meanwhile, the Great Demon King made his own breakfast, no sandwich, just fried egg, bacon, and a small fruit and vegetable plate pulled from the fridge.
Healthy. Balanced. Zero ham involved.
Isla stood beside him like a scolded schoolkid forced to eat her punishment lunch in silence, chewing resentfully through the sandwich he'd shoved into her hands.
"Mr. Vale, you cook too? Is there anything you can't do?" Isla mumbled around a mouthful of bread.
Clearly fishing for an argument, but not brave enough to start one outright, passive digs would have to do.
Grayson turned his head slightly, something unreadable and deep flickering beh
