754 Let's Split Up

"What's on your mind, princess?" Julian asked.

Harlow slowed down from eating and was only twirling her fork idly. "Ah… it's nothing."

"Is the food not good?"

"No, it's delicious!" Harlow reassured him with a smile as she started to eat again. The princess knew that she wouldn't be able to get as great an opportunity to survive in the demon realm if it weren't for Julian.

"I'm glad." Julian beamed at her. "It would have been quite a problem if you didn't like the food. The cook would have stomped all the way here and thrown us out."

"What?"

"He's a minotaur," Julian explained. "And he loves cooking. He takes great pride in the food he cooks. He is also a proud individual. He would not like it to hear that you hate his cooking."

Harlow found herself almost spouting her food when she heard Julian make the comment about the angry minotaur cook. Now, she couldn't unsee the image from her mind. She wiped her lips and drank water.