Cooking lesson

"My my, is that done by Azrael?" Edgar popped out of nowhere, taking him by surprise.

August stared down and saw Edgar examining his wounds. Once August agreed to his question and stood up, Edgar was straight to the point.

"August, do you know how to cook?" Edgar inquired.

" Huh? yes." August nodded a bit surprised by the sudden change of subject.

"Good then. Come with me." Edgar smirked, relieved at his answer and patted his shoulder gesturing to follow him.

August paused looking back at his wounded leg. "Ah! I already healed your wounds." Edgar responded, seeing him hesitant over his legs.

August's eyes widened, stunned to speak. They give surprises like some kind of Halloween candy. How many things do they have up their sleeves? Are they really gods that protect his world if he worries about humanity? August stood up, feeling no pain in his legs, and he followed Edgar to the kitchen.