‘This guy…’
A bead of sweat fell down Zephyr’s forehead as he looked at the food he was given to eat.
He traced his sight to Chiron, who was busy eating his own portion in silent contemplation.
Zephyr knew the man was probably thinking about his wife and dead child, but still…
‘How could he give a child something like this to eat?’
Zephyr hadn’t even started developing teeth yet, and his digestive system was undeveloped to handle something on the level of roasted meat.
“Huu… I can’t blame him, though.” He murmured under his breath.
‘He saw me fly and talk, so he definitely doesn’t consider me an ordinary baby. That’s probably why he did this.’
Zephyr was wrong, though.
The simple truth was that Chiron didn’t know how to feed a baby, or any of the complicated factors involved in ch
