Another Memory Fragment (2)

As they walked along the pathway to wherever the maid was leading him, Xandros felt goosebumps. He could literally feel the maid's gaze on him.

Was it that this maid liked children? Or perhaps she had a fetish for them? He didn't want to jump to conclusions, but he couldn't ignore the strange atmosphere.

He pretended not to notice as they finally arrived at their destination.

Before him was a classic dining hall, featuring a long table surrounded by numerous chairs—up to twenty in total. At the end of the table sat Rosaria, quietly and composedly eating her food.

Sensing their presence, Rosaria looked up and called out to him.

"Come sit here and join me for a meal."

Xandros didn't hesitate. He walked to the seat she had pointed to—by her right-hand side. He was starving, so there was no need to play any tricks or pretend he wasn't hungry.