C42 The Farewell Became a Farewell!!

The night had deepened, and an oil lamp flickered softly in the room, its dim light dancing with the gentle breeze.

On the table lay three dishes and a soup. Zopyrus clutched a bowl larger than his face, heaping it with rice and devouring it with a ravenous hunger that spoke volumes.

Kallisto propped her chin on her hands, her eyes twinkling with joy as she watched Zopyrus