Transmigrated as the Novel's Final Boss-Chapter 96:Contractually Obligated [5]

"Isn’t it?"

"It is."

"..."

"..."

Taking the obvious hint, I stood back, gazing up at the endless void of darkness, and asked.

"Dessert?"

Hopping off my desk and walking to the door, she replied without turning back.

"Thought you’d never ask."

*BANG*

*CRASH*

*BANG*

As the two of us descended the staircase, I suddenly almost slipped as a loud noise echoed from the common room.

As I grasped onto the handrail, barely managing to halt my fall, Mira placed a single finger over her lips, signaling me to hush, and quietly said.

"Someone’s in the kitchen."

Deadpanning, I stepped onto the floor of the common room and mockingly said while pointing at her.

"...oh really? I couldn’t tell from the sound of those pots banging together. Real observer over here!"

Strolling past the couches, she ignored my taunt and replied back.

"Oh, don’t blame me for your fall. You tripped by yourself."

*BANG*

*CLASH*

*CRASH*

*CLANG*

*CLANG*

Assaulted by another barrage of sounds that sent tremors throughout my entire body, I halted and looked toward the hallway that led to the kitchen.

"...is someone preparing for war inside there?"

"..."

Hearing no response, I turned around and confusedly looked at Mira, who was covering both her ears and mouthing.

"I can’t hear yo-"

*BANG*

*CLANG*

*CRASH*

Once again, the sound of metal pots hitting each other, plates falling to the ground, and drawers aggressively opening sounded.

Now also covering both my ears with my hands, I carefully inched toward the hallway, walking as if I were standing on a tightrope between two skyscrapers in New York City.

Had a squirrel... no, a goblin or some demonic animal gotten into the kitchen!?

As I placed one foot in front of the other, one at a time, Mira followed behind me until we eventually reached the opening on the right, where the kitchen room stood.

Simultaneously, both of us peeked our heads leftward into the kitchen, my head slightly above hers.

And what we see was not a demonic creation...actually, it was perhaps the farthest thing away from a demonic being.

It was a hero.

Her long, snow-white hair was tied into a single high ponytail that floated a few inches above her back, cascading halfway down her back.

As Evangel stood in front of the sink with both her hands inside, we could only see her face through the reflection of the window.

Surprisingly, she was wearing a less-than-pleasant expression.

With both her eyebrows raised and eyes squinted, she hurriedly looked for any clean plates.

Feeling someone nudge the bottom of my chin, I looked straight down, seeing Mira’s face looking up at me.

When our eyes met, she quietly whispered.

"Isn’t that your teammate? You know...the one who found the mana particle!?"

Shaking my head, I sighed and whispered back.

"She’s a picky eater...I doubt the cold food here is to her lik-"

Before I could finish my sentence, Mira suddenly fully stepped into the kitchen and rushed forward to the counter, halting to the right of Evangel and staring at the sink.

Without giving Evangel even a second to comprehend her appearance, she immediately smiled and excitedly said.

"You don’t like the food here, too!? I swear everyone raves over it for no reason; the cake I made yesterday is so much better!"

Somehow, Evangel only managed to understand one word throughout Mira’s entire rant as she confusedly asked.

"Cake?"

Nodding her head with more excitement than I had seen when she won the mana gathering competition a day ago, Mira swung open the fridge and began looking around.

Behind Mira, Evangel peeked over her shoulder, like a child waiting for their parent to serve them food.

Well, there went my plans.

Just as I turned around and prepared to walk back to my dorm room, Mira’s voice sounded from within the kitchen.

"Hey, Jett, do you have any idea where I put the cake yesterday?"

She was an observer with an incredible memory, perception, and analysis; why was she forgetting a detail like this, now!?

Somehow, I got the feeling that she knew I was leaving and was trying to keep me in the kitchen.

Before I could decide whether or not to ignore her voice, the sound of the fridge slamming shut and the footsteps reverberated.

Backtracking, I entered the kitchen, immediately met the gazes of the two girls, and said.

"I think you left it on the counter when we...jum-, left through the door yesterday. The cleaning staff probably threw it away."

Placing her palm below her chin and looking up at the ceiling, Mira replied in the most forced and artificial questioning tone I have ever heard.

"Did we....?"

I was now sure she had known what happened to the cake from the start.

To Mira’s right, Evangel silently returned to the sink and turned on the faucet.

For some reason, it really annoyed me that she could stay so emotionless while saying such weird...and confusing things to me.

Why was I the one feeling awkward?

She was the one who had come to my side when I had been asleep.

She had been the one to say those words to me when we departed earlier today.

So, why was I the one feeling uncomfortable?

When we were both realistically the same age, it felt as if emotionally, we were years apart.

It was like seeing your friends grow out of a phase, calling you immature when you wanted to do something like play video games.

Snapping me out of my thoughts, Mira’s voice echoed once again, amidst our silence.

"Well...I heard about this amazing cake and dessert place in the plaza. It should be open, and since we have nothing better to do, why don’t we go?"

In the reflection of the window, Evangel’s snow-white eyes suddenly lit up as she stopped.

That action confused me even further.

How could she show such a reaction to a mundane thing like going out when the other things hadn’t bothered her in the slightest?