Starting from the Collapse World, I became the behind-the-scenes boss

Without knowing what had been going through someone's mind, Kevin slowly swallowed his food before saying calmly, "Well done. Tell her not to do it again next time."

"Oh……"

Looking at the seemingly normal food in front of him, Shihen nodded without any surprise.

As is well known, Kaslana cuisine can generally be divided into two types.

One is an indescribable thing that can deliver a million-ton blow to people, both inside and out.

The other type is a terrifying thing that appears to be harmless, but in reality, it can even render judgments on gods.

Clearly, Durandal's culinary skills belong to the latter category.

"Kevin, take your time eating. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

Showing no intention of sharing the hardships with Kevin, Shihen made an excuse and planned to slip away.

"Traces of Time".

Kevin suddenly looked up and said.

"Ok?"

Shihen couldn't help but cast a questioning glance at this strongest warrior from the previous civilization era.

"Durandal put a lot of effort into making this dish."

Looking directly into the boy's eyes, Kevin said earnestly, word by word, "I can feel the sentiment contained in the food."

Shi Hen: “…”

Despite having no evidence, he still felt that Kevin was lying to him.

But... the other party is still Kevin after all.

"What do you mean?"

Unable to resist asking further, Shihen recalled the image of Yulandel sitting nervously at the dining table.

Even if the reasons were different, the girls at that time still took proper baths and dressed up.

Even without her usual warrior attire, the loose-fitting home clothes couldn't hide the Knight's stunning figure.

Moreover, the girl's resentful expression, with her lip tightly clenched and almond-shaped eyes filled with anger, made one want to bully her even more.

So Shihen did just that, taking the dining table from the other man's house with him as he ran away to catch up with Kevin and have a drink together.

"The feeling of wanting to do everything in my power to make a good dish."

Kevin said with a slightly serious expression.

"..."

Looking at the table of dishes in front of him, which at least looked normal, Shi Hen's face became a little serious. "It has nothing to do with intention or enthusiasm."

If this is all she can do, then…

Meeting Kevin's unwavering gaze, Shihen ultimately refrained from uttering the rest of his words.

"Alright, alright, I'll give it a try."

With a helpless sigh, Shihen picked up his chopsticks towards a plate of fried sausages, and then...

In an instant, he felt as if he had returned to a paradise of the past, and the memories shared by Alicia kept surging up, and the endless scenes of destruction and collapse completely overwhelmed him in an instant.

Hastily disconnecting the taste center of this soul steel body, Shihen took a long time to come back to his senses. The last bit of guilt he felt towards Durandal vanished without a trace.

At this moment, he felt that he had been too gentle with this strongest Valkyrie.

Another day I'll send some of the food made by the white fluffy dumpling to Siegfried to try.

Shihen secretly made up his mind.

"Yeah, I was just kidding."

At the same time, Kevin nodded and said, a slight upturn of two pixels at the corners of his mouth.

"..."

Looking at Kevin, whose expression remained almost unchanged, Shihen's eyes immediately became complicated.

When did it start? Even Kevin, who always had thick eyebrows and big eyes, has changed.

Or has he always been such a sunny and cheerful guy?

"Kevin, you can eat slowly by yourself."

Shaking his head, Shihen sighed softly, no longer wanting to think about it.

The food produced by the Kaslana family is indeed something only the Kaslana family's stomachs can handle.

Kevin nodded slightly without stopping the boy, but only when the boy was about to leave the secret room did he suddenly speak up: "Although I can't taste the sentiment in the food, I can feel that Durandal has indeed made very serious preparations."

Don't let that child's good intentions go to waste.

Unable to resist turning back, Shihen looked at Kevin's still indifferent expression and inexplicably glimpsed a heavy, oppressive feeling, like that of an old father.

Without answering, Shihen simply waved his hand and then strode away.

In the secluded room where he was all alone, Kevin quietly chewed and swallowed the food on the table, a hint of nostalgia shimmering in his icy, indifferent eyes, filling the entire room with an atmosphere of profound sorrow and tranquility.

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On the other side, as she stepped back into the paradise of the past, Durandal's face still held a trace of anger.

[Walter White] That bastard! She finally managed to let go of her resentment and agree to cook, but the result...

Thinking of the white-haired man's decisive actions, Durandal's anger rose again.

Even though she doesn't usually cook, she has been influenced by Rita's elegant and composed cooking style, so Durandal believes she can easily prepare a dinner.

As for the incident where the Paradise of the Past was blown up last time... that was purely an accident!

If it happened again, she would never let it happen again.

Thanks to her carefulness, things did indeed go much more smoothly this time.

Even though there were a few minor mishaps along the way, the dinner was eventually completed successfully with Rita's remote guidance.

At least, that's how it looks.

Even the taste... Durandal considered it to be above average.

But when faced with the dinner she had painstakingly prepared, the man merely glanced at it and packed the entire table to take away, without offering a single word of comfort.

That bastard, don't expect her to cook a second time!

With a bitter thought in her heart, Durandal caught a glimpse of a beautiful, fairy-like pink-haired girl on the sofa out of the corner of her eye.

"Hi, it's been a long time, Durandal~"

You seem to look a little different today…

Before the Valkyrie could even slightly conceal the mark between her eyebrows, the pink fairy greeted her with a smile, her gaze lingering on the girl's brow, her smile instantly brightening. "This mark suits you very well."

She looks even cuter now!

"Alicia!"

Upon hearing this, Durandal's face immediately showed a hint of anger.

This mark was left by Walter White; it's one of the humiliations that guy inflicted upon me.

Praising the mark as beautiful is tantamount to saying that she'd be perfect for that guy to be... to be...

As she thought about it, Durandal's cheeks flushed even more. After a while, she quickly composed herself and asked, "Alicia, do you have a way to remove this mark?"

Based on her careful investigation, this mark contained a considerable amount of Honkai energy, far more complex than the mark that [Walter White] had previously left on her.

Moreover, this Honkai energy seems to affect her thinking, causing her to unconsciously transform into the form of a white-haired man... no, she is being forcibly manipulated by that bastard [Walter White].

Therefore, even if she doesn't intend to rise up immediately, she must master the means to resist [Walter White].

At the very least, she didn't want to be affected by this kind of thing when she was having a final battle with her opponent.

"Why? Don't you like this mark?"

The fairy blinked and asked, a playful smile playing on her lips, as if she had seen through everything.

“Ah… um…”

Not wanting to mention the humiliation she had suffered before, Durandal blushed slightly and replied perfunctorily, "Anyway, do you have a way?"

As she spoke, Durandal looked at the pink-haired girl with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

Based on the information she gathered from her long-term experience with Paradise, the other party's control over Honkai energy is also beyond the norm, as unbelievable as that of [Walter White].

Therefore, if anyone in Paradise could help her remove this mark, it would undoubtedly be Alicia.

"Well... I do have a solution."

But what price are you willing to pay, Durandal?

As her fingertips gently traced the mark between the girl's brows, Alicia instantly understood its purpose, and her gaze towards the blonde Valkyrie became increasingly playful.

"Well……"

Meeting the expectant gaze of the pink fairy, Yulandel was momentarily at a loss for words.

For heroes who rely on the paradise of the afterlife to sustain their existence, most things in the real world are of no value.

After all, no matter how precious the jewelry and ornaments are, they are like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water to the heroes, and cannot be truly brought into the paradise of the afterlife.

Just kidding~

How could I possibly refuse such a lovely Durandal who mustered the courage to ask me for help?

Seeing the girl's extremely troubled look, Alicia chuckled, "If you, Durandal, share the details of this matter with me, I will be more than happy to help you."

How about that, isn't it a great deal?

"This……"

Upon hearing this, Durandal hesitated.

Recounting the whole story was still somewhat shameful for her.

But after touching her brow and feeling the warmth emanating from it, Durandal finally took a deep breath and made up her mind.

More than a little shame, she valued mastering a way to counter [Walter White].

……

After a long while, when Durandal finished recounting how someone had taken the entire dinner table, Alicia's cheeks immediately puffed up: "That's just too much! How could that guy just walk away after a girl had carefully prepared a dinner?!"

"That's right! That bastard, I'll definitely..."

Just as she was agreeing, Durandal suddenly realized what was happening and paused.

No, compared to the act of leaving a mark on her, dinner is completely insignificant, isn't it?

"Don't worry, leave this to me."

I'll definitely make you even cuter.

Patting her chest, Alicia lightly touched the girl's brow with her fingertip.

"Wait, Alicia..."

Just as she was about to remind the other party not to be in such a hurry, lest she alert [Walter White] and make him even more aggressive, Durandal felt the other party's fingertips quickly withdraw, leaving only a little warmth and softness between her eyebrows.

"Okay, what do you think?"

With a smile, Alicia thoughtfully handed the Valkyrie a small mirror.

"Ok?"

Durandal glanced at the pink fairy with a puzzled look, then her gaze fell on the mirror, and then...

"Alicia!"

Shouting with suppressed anger, Durandal immediately realized that the pink fairy had already disappeared, leaving only the pure white plum blossom between her brows with a touch of gorgeous cherry pink at the edges of the petals, which made her original purity and nobility tinged with a touch of charming allure.

Yes, visually speaking, it has definitely become cuter.

But... that's not what she wanted at all!

Swish!