Sweet Day - Sweet Midnight She decided to give up.
Never before had she been this humiliated. She had not thought that she was this incompetent.
Time to stop. Who knew how things would turn out.
She thought this.
Obviously she should think this way.
(I, what am I doing?)
The kitchen. The stove. The pot of boiling water. The bowl filled with grated chocolate.
Her forehead oozed sweat.
She stood in the kitchen. She was wearing an ap.r.o.n. In front of her were many ingredients.
Felli, at a loss, asked herself what exactly she was doing.
She was thinking of making sweets. However many times she pondered, this was definitely the conclusion.
Why......
She was so helpless, why had she wanted to challenge that, how unthinkable.
She had run around for the sake of giving sweets, but the outcome became this embarra.s.sment.
Despite this, why had she wanted to use the remaining ingredients in the kitchen to do this kind of thing.
Annoying. Very annoying. So today when she returned, she had buried herself in her room under the covers. Regardless of what happened she would not leave.
Perhaps, there would be problems if she slept early. Right now she didn"t know if something was on fire or if there was other trouble, but she slept.
It was definitely because right now she was under a lot of pressure, so she chose to hide.
When she woke, it was late at night.
She had not slept until morning, but even if she wanted to return to her deep sleep she was unable to fall asleep.
......Thinking back, she didn"t know how things had turned into this.
It was nothing but a cookbook bought to pa.s.s the time. The previous few days, she had bought the book to make preparations, then idled, and now she was looking back on things.
She didn"t know why she had thought of making sweets.
(Cookbooks...... how terrifying)
She was sweating profusely because the stove"s temperature was too high, and shuddered in fear because of how the cookbook had tricked her.
Felli stopped in front of the steam, grabbing the bowl. She repeatedly grabbed and then let go.
Should she do this or not.
During her hesitation, Felli returned to normal.
Right now she could still go back. She had gone through many hardships just like this day"s, turning the calendar page after page.
But, did she still have the energy?
(Eh......)
Her hands grabbing the bowl became still. The water boiled with a gurgle.
Sweets. She didn"t know how to make sweets, but Felli had her area of expertise.
Psychokinesis.
She was a Psychokinesist.
Zuellni"s sole unequaled Psychokinesist was Felli Loss.
However, the Psychokinesist who was Felli had some doubts about herself.
(Eh......)
Fear of failure.
Especially if one has already failed before, she will experience fear encompa.s.sing her entire body.
The hands that held the bowl moved. Felli released her hands, and moved away. But, if she stopped here, wouldn"t that just be breaking her style?
(Hmph!)
Felli took the bowl again.
Recovering his body upon waking up, Karian clear-headedly opened his eyes, seeing the numerous sweets heaped on the table, and his exhausted sister who was soundly sleeping on the sofa.