The next morning, I was surprised to see Jordan and Cal at the breakfast table. When I raised my eyebrows, looking at Grandpa, he shrugged.
"These two young gentlemen," those two have probably never been called gentlemen in their entire life. "Have said you invited them. Since Mr. Iar's unfortunate accident prevents him from cooking, he said you generously offered him to provide for his sustenance."
I looked at Jordan, now. I don't remember doing that. He smiled and served himself from the pile of bacon.
He was here for the free food.
It had been a mistake to feed him yesterday. Dark mages love free food. Especially young male dark mages who've been living outside their homes and thus had to mostly eat their own cooking. They can eat anything after that experience.
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