“Master, it’s time for dinner.”
In the evening, Shadowmancer entered my room carrying a tray with my meal.
“What’s on the menu today?”
“Your favorite, Young Master. Sandwiches and coffee.”
If one thing has improved since Shadowmancer learned I was a false evil, it’s that I can finally enjoy the meals she prepares without having to leave a single bite.
Shadowmancer is an exceptional cook.
She’s been talented since she was a child, and she
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