"Good morning, Yawn~" Myne greeted the tentacle uncle as he entered the kitchen for breakfast. However, having worked late into the night teaching some disciples to his slave and slept quite late, he was still very sleepy.
"Good morning?"
The tentacle uncle cast a confused gaze at the window, where everything outside was shrouded in thick darkness. He couldn't fathom from which angle this was "good" or a "morning," given that it had been nearly two years since the sun last shone.
Nonetheless, he responded expressionlessly and, instead of continuing his breakfast, simply stared at Myne.
"What?" Myne asked, noticing his unblinking gaze—which gave off an unsettling vibe—couldn't help but ask.
"Did you enjoy last night?" The tentacle uncle, who seemed to be waiting for this question, responded immediately.
"What? How do you... were you eavesdropping on my room?" Shocked by the question, Myne shot him an unfriendly look.
