Gio’s cabin had been made into an environment where any human would feel comfortable.
“The air is remarkably mild.”
“I believe that is because the weather is always like spring.”
“Perhaps, but….”
It held the reassurance of being cradled in a parent’s arms.
“…I feel like I would sleep well here.”
“You would indeed.”
Gio nodded, then soon asked,
“Is there a meal you would like?”
“…Oh, you intend to serve me a meal?”
“That is why I invited you, Mr. Yoo Seongwoon.”
“So that was your purpose.”
Yoo Seongwoon, who had accepted the invitation to analyze Gio’s true nature, felt slightly embarrassed.
‘Then again, there’s no way this grandmotherly fellow would ever treat a guest carelessly.’
Whatever his purpose, Gio had received Yoo Seongwoon here as a guest. Gio already scattered gifts among everyone he met; there was no possibility that he would offer Yoo Seongwoon nothing at all.
“Anything is fine with me, but you’ll dislike it if I say that.”
“There is no food in this world called ‘anything.’”
“But I truly am not picky. I don’t have any preferences either.”
“Then I will prepare whatever I wish. Are there any foods you cannot eat?”
“No. I don’t have any allergies or anything, so it’s fine.”
“Understood.”
When Gio nodded, something approached from the kitchen with soft, bouncing footfalls.
What could that be? Yoo Seongwoon…