A Revealing Breakfast

“I’ll stomp you to death~ Hehe~ It’s good that you’re alright. I’m truly very sorry, Mr. Mofimod!” Soronna whispered as she clung to Domu’s arm. From an angle Domu couldn’t see, she flashed Mofimod a truly “kind” smile.

“Hehe, Miss Soronna, please… rest assured, I’m fine.” Mofimod forced a faint smile onto his lips, enduring the intense throbbing pain in his toes. Listening to the four whispered words from Princess Soronna, and seeing the “kind” smile she directed at him while Domu’s back was turned, a chill ran down Mofimod’s spine, and beads of cold sweat formed across his back.

Princess Soronna still possesses such sharp intuition… It seems I’ll need to devise a more careful plan, Mofimod thought. He subtly shifted his weight, allowing his toes a moment of relief. Still… I never imagined Princess Soronna’s strength had grown to this extent… Truly, she lives up to her name.

He watched the retreating figure of Princess Soronna, who had already turned her head away, a complicated wave of emotion rising within him.

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This brief interlude passed quickly. Completely unaware of the underlying tension, Domu cheerfully led Soronna and Mr. Mofimod toward their designated seats.

After sitting down, Mofimod did not immediately engage Domu in further conversation. Instead, he sat upright, seemingly lost in thought. Soronna, meanwhile, remained pressed closely against Domu, her gaze fixed on him, her expression filled with quiet admiration.

At that moment, Domu began to feel a faint pang of hunger.

Just as his stomach gave a subtle rumble, Mr. Tule, the event’s host, stepped onto the stage.

He made an announcement that greatly pleased Domu.

Mr. Tule explained that since the charity event had been scheduled early, many guests had arrived without having breakfast. Therefore, before the official activities began, a lavish breakfast would be served for everyone to enjoy.

However, Domu’s joy did not last long.

Soronna’s next words sent a chill straight through his heart.

“Domu, Mr. Tule’s breakfast is definitely going to be incredibly rich and delicious! But… Domu, are you going to take off your helmet? Why don’t you? I feel like it’s been ages since I last saw your adorable face beneath it!”

Soronna, who shared a strong enthusiasm for food, clapped her hands happily upon hearing the announcement. But then, thinking of Domu’s situation, she leaned closer and whispered to him, her voice carrying both concern and a hint of anticipation.

“I… I just showed it to you… but… it’s really not possible… What should I do, Soronna? I’m… actually a bit hungry too…” Domu replied, feeling extremely conflicted as he thought about his current identity.

“Hehe, you’re right, Domu. You haven’t eaten anything all morning. In fact… in fact… you’ve used up so much energy… and you must be very dehydrated…”

Soronna’s ears turned slightly red as she whispered softly, clearly having thought of something. As she spoke, she tilted her head playfully, her twin pink pigtails swaying gently beside her cheeks.

“How about… I ask Mr. Tule to prepare a private room just for you?”

“S-So… Soronna… what are you saying? Mr. Mofimod is right next to us…” Domu was startled, quickly glancing toward Mofimod, terrified that their conversation might have been overheard.

The mere thought made him feel utterly mortified.

Beneath the helmet, Domu’s face flushed bright red.

Adorable face… early morning… energy… dehydration…

Although Domu and Soronna had been speaking in hushed voices, Mofimod—thanks to his formidable strength—had caught nearly every word.

The implications hit him like a storm.

What does this mean…? Adorable face? Come to think of it… no one has ever described Domu’s appearance. He always wears full armor…

But Princess Soronna has seen his face?

Early morning… removing the helmet… Princess Soronna and this man… live together?!

And… energy… dehydration… Heavens…

Mofimod dared not continue that line of thought.

Domu! You filthy, despicable man! I cannot allow you to continue corrupting Princess Soronna!

As shame, anger, and indignation surged within him, the Rotten Dragon Blade at his waist began to tremble faintly, resonating with his emotions. His hands, resting on the table, shook uncontrollably.

Just as Mofimod was about to rise—

“Mr. Mofimod? Are you alright? I noticed you’ve been trembling. Is your foot still hurting from when Soronna stepped on it?”

Domu, who had been secretly watching Mofimod out of concern that their conversation might have been overheard, was the first to notice his abnormal state. Thinking of him as a kind person with a fierce exterior, Domu asked with genuine concern.

“I am fine. But Lord Domu… you have never removed your helmet, have you? I have heard many things about you in Triumphal City, yet no one has ever described your appearance. Is there… a particular reason?”

Mofimod’s voice carried a subtle edge.

This wretched man continues to feign innocence… yet subtly implies that Princess Soronna belongs to him…

If you refuse to show your face, then you must have something to hide.

In that case… I will force you to reveal it.

“Ah… it’s just… a little inconvenient… due to some personal reasons…” Domu began awkwardly.

“Is it merely inconvenient… or is it because your appearance is so unsightly that you dare not reveal it in public?”

Mofimod cut him off coldly.

“Eh?” Domu blinked, completely caught off guard.

“You perverted old man! I’ve tolerated you long enough!”

Before Domu could respond, Soronna suddenly stood up.

“You keep staring at my Domu with those disgusting eyes! My Domu is super, super beautiful! There’s nothing unappealing about him! I’ll stomp you to—mmph! mmph!”

Before she could finish, Domu quickly covered her mouth.

She could only glare furiously at Mofimod, muffled protests escaping as her legs kicked lightly in agitation.

“I—I’m truly sorry! Mr. Mofimod, Soronna is just… not feeling herself today. She didn’t mean to insult you.”

Startled, Domu pulled her back down into her seat, keeping a hand over her mouth as he apologized sincerely.

“Hahahaha! Lord Mofimod, Lord Domu—it seems you two are having quite the lively conversation.”

At that moment, Mr. Tule suddenly appeared beside them, smiling brightly.

“However, I imagine you must all be quite hungry. Breakfast will be served shortly, so please bear with us a little longer. By the way… what were you discussing? May I join in?”

“Hehe, we were simply discussing breakfast.”

Mofimod seized the opportunity immediately.

“Lord Domu, who always remains in full armor, likely finds it inconvenient to eat. And I imagine even you, Mr. Tule, have never seen Lord Domu’s true appearance. Aren’t you curious as well?”

“To be honest,” Mr. Tule replied warmly, “Lord Domu and I have only met twice. But I admit, I do feel a bit curious. Someone as powerful, kind, and refined as Lord Domu… surely the face beneath that helmet must be quite handsome.”

He gestured politely.

“Of course, this depends entirely on Lord Domu’s wishes. If you prefer privacy, I can immediately arrange a private room.”

“Mr. Tule is indeed very considerate.”

Mofimod smiled faintly.

“However, Miss Soronna just described Lord Domu’s appearance as ‘very beautiful.’ That makes me even more curious. Perhaps Lord Domu would be willing to satisfy that curiosity?”

Forgive me, Princess Soronna… but I must expose this man.

“Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!!!”

Soronna struggled even harder in Domu’s grasp, clearly furious.

“Alright… it’s not that special, really…”

After a brief hesitation, Domu sighed.

“I simply maintain the habit of always being ready for battle, which is why I stay fully armored. But since this is Mr. Tule’s venue… and with someone as powerful as Mr. Mofimod present… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to remove it for a moment…”

Slowly, Domu lifted his helmet.

“This is…!”

Both Mofimod and Mr. Tule froze in shock as they saw the face revealed beneath it.