Dinner

"Stop that!" 

Meralda's scream echoed through the throne room as she unleashed a powerful wind blast at Elaniel, who was in the midst of kissing me. Our intimate moment abruptly ended as Elaniel was forcefully propelled into the walls of the throne room. The impact left a concave dent, and spider-web-like cracks sprawled across the surface.

Elaniel, though momentarily disoriented, glanced around with confusion at the unexpected blast. Shrugging off the incident, she effortlessly emerged from the wall, displaying no visible damage to her body aside from a light dusting from the impact.

"Meralda... calm down," I urged as she stammered, seemingly overwhelmed by my true face.

"B-but master, she—"

Meralda couldn't continue her words; her eyes widened, and her body shivered. Did my true face remind her of the time I fought her? Regardless, I approached her, reaching out to comfort her.