The female would slip a spoonful of rice and sweet and sour pork into her mouth, as she silently enjoyed the rich flavour of the dishes that were presented before her. Foreign meals were different from what she would normally have on a daily basis, and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. In fact, she could see herself eating more of these and trying out new dishes in the near future. Nevertheless, the desserts in Fiore would still be the best she’d ever tasted. ”I could, but I don’t know what you’d learn from me,” she spoke with a chuckle. ”I hardly know much about the languages myself.” Her gaze met the knight’s and she could see sternness and commitment behind her emerald hues.

”If I ever meet someone who’s willing to teach, I’ll make sure to pass them your way.”

Despite her petite figure, Snowflake had always been a big eater—she’d gone on numerous cases of binge eating, and that’s how females should be, instead of choosing to go on those weight loss programs where one would call diets nowadays. Women of voluptuous types had always been attractive—or so she considered, and she wouldn’t reason why most men would target very strongly towards women of those kind. People should have the audacity to eat whatever they want, without worrying about people’s opinions, but that was simply what she felt. She just simply hoped Ceseria wouldn’t find her too strange for having such a large appetite.

”Oh, I’d love to. Having someone to travel with is always a blessing.”

That was the truth. The icy beauty never enjoyed travelling alone—time always seems to pass by much slower, albeit, after having Chelvaric and Draco tag along during her travels, her journeys have been much more tolerable than most times. Just as she was about to take a sip of her corn and chicken soup, something very unexpected occurred, stirring up the environment of the restaurant into chaos.

”Girly talk?”

Having heard words that were foreign to her ears, Snowflake tilted her head slightly to the side with her brows furrowed. Supposedly, the definition of the word probably meant some gossip that females would have among themselves—or so she assumed, but what do girls actually talk about? She didn’t have many whom she was close with, nor had anybody to share the so-called ’girl talk’ with. Even with Alisa; one of her most trusted friends, most of the time, the two would be busy catching up with each other or just simply involved in some kind of competition. Was that considered girly talk? Indeed, she was curious. ”…Sorry, what do girls normally like to talk amongst their friends?” she wanted to heed advice from this knight, in hope that Ceseria would be able to enlighten her with answers somehow.

Perhaps, the information might be useful later during conversations.

The frosty maiden wasn’t one to be engaged in a conversation for so long; she didn’t see the point of it, thus, she would quickly get her answers to her doubts and that would most likely be the end of the conversation. Although it wasn’t much of a big to her, she certainly wished she had better communication skills, then perhaps, people might not be so reluctant to approach her. Just then, the glass door barged open, shattering in the meantime as the sudden turmoil grabbed the attention of the customers inside the restaurant. Her eyes quickly glided over to the scene, where she saw a couple of men dressed entirely in black; black masks, black jeans and black leather jackets. Were they dressing up as twins? But, that wasn’t the point. From the look of these men, there were terrorists, the scums and the thieves who had succumbed into violence due to their own greed.

Snowflake remained calm, as she usually was, despite the entire situation. As the robbers entered the hall, the one in front pulled out a shotgun and aimed it at the people in front of him. Panicked, some screamed, shivering in fear while others quickly retreated onto the floor with their hands above them in defeat. The demon was aware that if she caused a scene at this moment, it would only cause the lives of the innocent people around them. Quickly, she motioned Ceseria to follow her lead as she ducked onto the floor. ”Stay still for now.”

Snowflake averted her gaze out of embarrassment. ”I see…” was what she said. It wasn’t as if she had many things to talk about regarding to boys, for she only had one person whom she had ever been interested in. It was a strange moment, for someone like her—emotionless and cold—to fall in love with a person that was of the complete opposite of herself. Feelings had been foreign to the girl, but slowly, she came to understand what love was, anger, jealousy and happiness. Some were bitter, nevertheless, she was still grateful that she was able to experience them all. ”Yes, I am seeing someone else,” she felt proud admitting it for some reason, and she couldn’t be more elated that she was dating the man of her dreams.

”Thank you for your suggestions. You’re very kind.”

Letting one’s own frustrations about relationships to someone else was something she considered very private and she couldn’t see herself doing that to anyone else, albeit, she was aware that it was often done by females of her age. The demon was a very reserved woman and it was apparent that she didn’t like sharing anything about herself to strangers, seeing how she would even hide herself when walking among the crowd. If the person was someone whom she considered close, perhaps that might be a different case. Quite impossible to believe but Snowflake had always been a good listener, and whether or not she provided an answer to their frustrations, people would often come to her to complain about their daily lives—not that she cared, but at the very least, they might feel like they’d released a burden off their chest.


As hell broke loose inside the restaurant, the thieves began to rummage around the place, stealing purses and wallets while the citizens were forced down on the floor. The one who had the gun approached a waiter and demanded the location of where the money was kept. Without any hesitation, the waiter had to comply and pointed to the reception desk. ”When they come near us, we’ll do our—“

”What’re you guys acting chummy chummy about? I said don’t talk!”

The first thing that Snowflake noticed was the brown boots and as she looked up, she’d see a masked man with a gun pointed at her face. This was her chance, she thought. Her left hand slammed against the shotgun, causing it to slip it out of his hand while she hastily climbed onto her feet and thrusted her fingers right into the man’s throat. It was a move that could possibly kill someone, but even if it didn’t, they were bound to fall to their knees, choking from a deadly attack of such.  

Snowflake watched the man stumble onto the cold hard ground, his hands grabbing to his own throat as he struggled to breathe. His face grew crimson and veins would emerge by his temples, as if his face was on the verge of bursting. The man then collapsed onto the floor, and whether he was dead or not was none of her concern—he could just be conscious, but that was her assumptions. After all, he deserved the attack for putting the lives of the innocent people at risk. Just after she’d dealt the blow, Ceseria seemed to have caught the act as well and jumped onto the man that approached next. Stunned by the mages’ reflexes, the criminals froze in their spots and exchanged glances amongst each other, before fleeing out of the restaurant.

It wasn’t that much of a problem, since they’ve already caught two of the culprits. The Rune Knights could gather enough information from the two—not to mention, the one unconscious on the ground was the leader of the gang so she couldn’t deny that she acquired a good catch. ”You did well too,” said the female, returning the compliment to the blonde. The customers including the staff, who had to remain cowered in fear of their lives regained their composure once they were assured that they were safe and sound. She could see the relief on their faces, as they clutched onto the loved ones while one of the waiters scuttled out of the restaurant to gather the Rune Knights for the investigation of the incident.

Their precious meal was interrupted, and she’d frown slightly as she turned to look at her dish. It had probably gone cold, the female thought. Though she wouldn’t have minded to continue her lunch, it wouldn’t have been the best idea considering what had happened and the restaurant might be busy with all the Rune Knights sooner or later. ”And I will make sure that day comes soon,” she replied, her hand gently resting on the other female’s shoulder. Her lover would be excited to hear the story what happened today, especially the lovely yet interesting encounter. ”I must go, for now. I promise we’ll see each other soon, along with the one whom you’re so curious to meet.”

Snowflake approached the counter and rolled a couple of jewels, more than enough to pay for all of the meals that were ordered including her new acquaintance before she bid farewell and meandered out of the building.