The cake massacre! Little cake attacks chocolate cakes.

'Hahh... I want to sleep' is what she thinks, but under the watchful eyes of those annoying flies, there's nothing she can do.

Lady Mahal observes the new headache that has arrived in her life: a small green cake is eating his 10th plate of chocolate cake while protectively holding a small backpack in his lap.

'Heh, how cute,' the silver-eyed woman thinks.

But there's something very strange. For some reason, the three flies became very, very quiet, as if there was something wrong with the boy.

"Name?" Takari lifts his little head to look confusedly at the beautiful lady sitting in the chair in front of him. Whose name was she asking?

"Our lady would like to know your name, please," Patel quickly translates as politely as possible while standing beside the table. Patel had given up his seat so the little ogre could sit.

"Takari's name is Takari, beautiful lady. Kreugh!" The little boy says with sparkling eyes. "Takari is the son of Miraki and Tarikaeri! Kreugh! The father of Takari's mother is-"

'Tsk, the little cake talks a lot', Mrs. Mahal thinks. She quickly realized that her headache could worsen rapidly, but she could tolerate it, no matter how painful it was, after all, there were less than 4 hours left until she could finally sleep! She was quite excited.

Just thinking that she will finally be able to sleep improves her mood, and... She was having a conversation with the little cake, wasn't she? What were they talking about again?

"Young Takari asked if the lady is a princess," Vesper, the red-eyed maid, whispered to her boss who was sitting next to her. Vesper was as silent as a ghost and preferred not to speak too loudly.

The albino woman then stares at the cute young ogre in front of her. How should she respond, given that she didn't even know who she was? But it took only a few seconds for her to give the answer.

"Yes," she replied decisively. The white-haired woman decided that it didn't matter if she was a princess or not, she is whoever she wants to be! Whether a dragon, queen, knight, or any such thing, it's not worth increasing her headache when she can be whatever she wants to be.

And it seems that she answered correctly? The little cake's eyes sitting in front of her sparkle and the flies seem satisfied...

"Our lady is the most beautiful of all! She is The Lady Mahal!" Hela, a fly with pointed ears, says proudly, and for some reason, the child next to her seems even more amazed.

"The beautiful lady is Lady Mahal! Kreugh?" The little boy was very surprised by the information.

The albino woman looked confused at the two but quickly dismissed it. It's not worth worrying about something she won't be able to understand and won't get an answer to soon, like why her surname is so surprising.

"What is Lady Mahal doing here? Shouldn't she be sleeping? Kreugh," Takari asked Hela, confused.

The white-haired woman quickly decided that she liked the cute little cake. Unlike these flies, he has common sense.

"Mr. Mahal asked us to take her for a little walk," Patel said as gently as possible before Hela could respond anything, and Hela, in turn, did her best to hide her irritation, she didn't like being interrupted.

Meanwhile, the red-eyed maid observes her leader. She had noticed some time ago that Miss Patel was a bit apprehensive about Takari, and she understands. It's extremely uncommon for an ogre child to be walking alone through the streets, even though this is one of the cities closest to the Mahal mansion, its uncommon because ogres are very careful and protective of their children.

Vesper knows that Miss Patel didn't usually distrust children, but this time it was inevitable. The problem was that there was a group of vandal witches who practiced robbery followed by murder, operating near the region. The police had been pursuing them for just over 3 months.

The way the group operated was by having one of the members transform into a child and pretend to be lost. Then this supposed child would ask someone to help find their parents and bring the person to the alley where the group would attack, robbing their belongings and then killing the person and selling their organs on the black market in the capital of empire.

She had seen Patel send a text message to the local police through her bracelet when Takari arrived accompanied by the crows. If any parent lost an ogre child, as soon as they did, the police would obtain information on Takari's whereabouts.

Ah, the wonders of technology. In the past, smartphones were used for communication, but after a few centuries, technology evolved so much that now, besides environmentally friendly cell phones, there was also the option of using holographic bracelets. They were computers or cell phones in bracelet form.

Quite useful in her opinion, she even preferred the bracelets to cell phones.

But what was the subject again? Oh yes!

Vesper, like all the people born in the Mahal territory, is proud to be part of the territory and to serve Mr. and Mrs. Mahal. It's truly shameful that types of terrorist groups like these witches originate and operate in Mr. Mahal's territory.

It shows that they, as a society and community, were unable to educate their youth and that the police, knights, and guards were not strong enough to arrest this group.

It shows their incapacity.

It shows how incompetent they were.

The general thought of all conscious and sensible adults in this city, is like the common and general thought of the Mahal territory, is that this horrible group of assassins is incredibly and infinitely ungrateful to Mr. Mahal.

But it's okay.

They will fix this.

It may take time, but they will, and they will do their best to ensure that their children do not follow this path of ingratitude and corruption.

And when Vesper observes Takari interacting with her lady and her colleagues, she feels satisfied. The boy's parents raised him well, she believes he will grow up to be a healthy and kind man.

The vampire supposes that despite the humiliating fact of having assassin groups emerging among themselves, it is satisfying to see that noble values still prevail and that the next generation is not lost...

At least the next generation of the Mahal territory is safe.

But unfortunately, nothing can be said about the rest of the empire