Cursed

“I will treat you to the best.” Then the man shakes his head. I don’t wish for such luxury. “I will treat you as a state guest of Valentia.” The man stared at Gerde at those words, then blurted out a question. “What about food?” “Pardon?” Gerde tilted his head. Food? “Do I keep sharing meals with you?” “Ah, of course.” What's food compared to this? If she could just meet the Demon King and return, she could even become a national hero. Gerde promised firmly. “I’ll keep sharing meals with you.” At those words, the man's eyes flickered faintly for a moment. His smile deepened, his lips parting to reveal his white teeth. He seemed genuinely delighted. “Is that a promise?” “Yes.” As Gerd...