Fein walked out of the room, and patter his belly with a satisfied face. "My cooking seems to be improving more than my fighting skills."
'I wonder what my buddy is up to.' Fein turned his head to the next room where they ate. 'If he knew that we ate delicious food just now without him, he would surely get upset.' He couldn't help but chuckle when he thought of this.
Fortunately, he saved some for him. After all, he knew just how glutton Voli is.
Fein walked to the white door embellished with metal stars, then he pushed the door open.
When he stepped inside, he saw Voli staring in his direction with vigilance, but when he saw who entered, he immediately prop up and ran at him briskly.
'Well, it seems he had taken his role very seriously.'
Fein thought that he would see Voli lying on the ground with his eyes closed. But he didn't expect to see an entirely different Voli.
'He became a bit reliable?'