Weren’t you listening?

Zane got down from the bed, washed off and went downstairs to the dining table to have his breakfast: honey-glazed pancakes and mouthwatering fish porridge.

He enjoyed It, but he was in a dilemma of how to face Viktor. Should he gloss over the truth? He was his first friend coming to this place—he noticed something rushing fast toward him from the corner of his eye and dodged instinctively.

“Bang! Ow! Master…” Greed screamed from pain, rubbing his head as he stared at his master with a pained expression.

Zane realized that it was Greed, and patted his head in apology. Deciding to tell Viktor his age and nothing else, he stood up and left, leaving the stunned Greed who watched his master leave.

Greed stood up and crept secretly through an opened window; seeing the cookies at the table stand, he opened it swiftly and took some.

Meanwhile, Louis has grown increasingly paranoid about his vanishing cookies.