It was a wrong decision to supply Runn with water feeder.
Before he realized it, Chanin was a slave and had no place to stand. From that meal, his half-brother was like the master because of his urging, and in the next few meals he was ordered. But it wasn't serious, and he saw Lan's new angle, which was really wonderful, although every time he opened his mouth, it was a command, accompanied by a semi-dissatisfied tone. This is no different from the last time I was growled, but the strange thing is. . . Chanin loved the action.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up, hurry up!"
Inadvertently, he shouted at him again. His sharp eyes squinted at his white face, which was full of mess, clearly showing that he was dissatisfied with his delay. He held the orange peel in his hand, and soon began.
