Chapter 90, Battle of the Kitchen

Chapter 90, Battle of the Kitchen

Long forgotten were his days of battle; of rising at dawn, getting so lost in his fight for survival that the concept of eating at certain times was completely lost, falling and falling and falling into his own void of a mind, acting but not thinking.

Now he remembered those days.

He had been cooking food since the crack of dawn, where he had put a large piece of meat in a cold water bath. Then, he had spent an hour or so baking a few circular sponge cakes which he left to cool on a rack. During the few minutes he had before he had to get to work, he whipped up a couple of sauces that could stand in the fridge for a few hours.

His siblings, equally stressed, hurried to clean up the apartment at least somewhat and had likewise forgotten to eat breakfast. To their credit, most of the mess in the apartment was contained within their fantasy-themed bedrooms, so a vast swath of the cleaning was purely on the surface. Regardless, the number of hidden dust-bunnies was both surprising and inhumane.

And then they all had to go to work. It was only a Friday, after all, and taking a day off so suddenly was out of the question.

When they returned again in the evening, Kreig did so with Erica in tow. She was dressed in a sweet little thing that wouldnt look out-of-place among other teachers at a school, but here in the setting of an apartment, she looked perfectly formal. And perfectly pretty, if Kreig was to give his own opinion.

The time was 15:30. As Kreig prepared to cook as he had never cooked before, Erica joined him in the small kitchen. He wasnt sure what to tell her. He would love some help, of course (especially from her), but at the same time, he couldnt afford to have the whole operation hampered by her inability to keep up with him. She soothed his worries. Dont worry, Ill just be fixing the dishes while you do your magic!

He couldnt have asked for a better arrangement.

Really, Erica didnt need to be there so early at all - she was a guest, not a hostess - but she had insisted. Somehow, she considered this to be her fight as well, and Kreig couldnt find it in him to deny her. He did enjoy her company quite a bit.

So, he turned his attention back to cooking. There was a lot to be done, and the first was to cut up the meat. He did so in a matter of seconds. Then, he placed the meat inside a bowl before creating a small stout marinade, seasoned well, and pouring it inside. After swirling this combination around until all of the meat was covered in the marinade, he placed it in the fridge to marinate for two hours or so. It would have been better had it been allowed to marinate for a bit longer, but he didnt have that sort of time. Not without using abilities he didnt want Erica to see, that was.

As Kreig began to wash potatoes right next to Erica (who was washing the knife hed used moments prior), he couldnt help but glance over at her. He could still remember how scared she had been the first time they had met. How hed intimidated her. And yet, she had persisted. In that sense, she was an incredibly brave woman.

But even such bravery could be broken.

Although Kreig valued honesty incredibly highly, although he truly cherished Erica and hated to deceive her, he couldnt bear to consider the possibility that she might learn who he was; what he had done. Knowing her - knowing how open-minded she could be - she would certainly believe it. She might even act on it.

Kreig clenched his teeth, and in a moment of thoughtlessness, the potato in his grip exploded. He blinked at it for a few seconds, his now empty palm gaping up at him.

Holy shit, Erica breathed. Kreig turned to look at her and found the side of her face covered in potato fragments. His heart sank. In his mind, heavy, sharp-footed thoughts scattered about like bustling centipedes, running to and fro, chastising him for his mistake, whispering that this was the end, that he could no longer control his strength, that he could not even keep himself calm when everything was fine and okay and alright, that if he was not alright after all this time that he never would be. That the next time something like this happened, he would hurt someone he loved - if he hadnt already.

His heart thundered in his ears. His mouth felt dry. All he wanted to do was apologize to Erica, but he found his throat filled with thick, slimy sewage that just wouldnt go away. I-,

Wow! Thats so cool, how did you-, is there magic involved? Like, was this a trick? No, wait, dont tell me, you had like a spring installed or something? Or-, or maybe you hollowed out the potato beforehand! Or youre just really, really strong, she chirped excitedly, her eyes glittering like jewels. You should try becoming a strongman! Like, a guy who lifts big rocks? Very impressive. Sometimes, there are documentaries on tv about strongmen, and they could lift lots! Whats the heaviest thing youve ever lifted?

Kreig blinked. He smiled and chuckled to himself. A suit of armour.

Armour? Armour She thumbed her lip for a few seconds. Dont those weigh, like, a lot?

Kreig felt his smile deepen. He grabbed a towel and wiped the edge of her face, removing the potato mash. Her cheeks reddened slightly. Of course. Much more than you.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

For a second or so, she didnt reply, just looking at him with those same, glittering eyes. Then she glanced away, her cheeks turning even redder. Heh, yeah, thats Not that Im all that heavy, so So it doesnt mean much! I think. Her brows furrowed and she seemed thoughtful. So, if you can lift an armour, and I weigh less, then you should theoretically be able to lift me?

Kreig gulped. That would be the logical line of thought.

She lit up. Then-,

Kreigs eyes fell on Erica. And all of a sudden he felt very much like her.

He shook his head.

Sam would be fine. And even if she wasnt, he would help her. Whatever happened to her If he couldnt save her, he would at least avenge her.

But for now, he just had to finish frying the meat.

George didnt seem too worried, either. At the moment, he was helping Erica plate the dinner table. Nothing to worry about here.

Right as the clock hit 18, there was a knock on the door. Kreig felt somewhat obliged to greet whoever had arrived, but George was faster.

Darius, what a pleasure to finally meet you, George greeted warmly. Kreig leaned over the counter to catch a quick glimpse of the dark-skinned man. He was wearing a stylish suit, carrying a wrapped bottle of what seemed to be pomace.

Likewise. George, I assume? Kreig has told me so much about you. He smiled politely. Nothing bad, of course.

Glad to hear it. By all means, come inside. You can hang your coat on the hangers here.

By that point, the conversation shifted into easy, routine small-talk that Kreig couldnt really bother to listen to. He was glad Darius had found his way into quick conversation though, since hed hate for any of his guests to be left without company. Since almost every other aspect of the event had been finished or was almost finished, George didnt mind sitting down on the couch, inviting Darius to join him as they discussed subjects that went right over Kreigs head.

After a few more minutes, there was another knock on the door. This time, Kreig was able to open the door himself, greeting Mrs Willowgrove. She wore a luxurious fur coat, her face lit up with extravagant make-up and plenty of jewellery of every sort and make. Well, dont you look dashing?

Uh, thank you, Kreig replied, suddenly very aware of how simple his shirt-pants combo looked. Especially compared to her grand outfit. She smiled at him expectantly. For a few seconds, he wasnt sure what she wanted him to say, but then it came to him all at once. Oh, uh, you too. You look very Glamorous.

She grinned heartily. Why, thank you! The last time I wore an outfit as beautiful as this one, I easily made all the boys swoon. Oh, you shouldve seen me.

Shifting into knightly etiquette, Kreig politely took her coat and hung it among the other coats. Sensing where the conversation was the most active, Mrs Willowgrove quickly bid adieu to Kreig before smoothly joining George and Darius on the couch.

Kreig took a deep breath. He felt tired already, even though the party hadnt fully gotten started yet. Once again, he found himself worrying gently about Sam.

He wanted to ask George about it, but he was currently keeping both of the guests company. Sure, he did have a few skills he could use to contact George without having to walk up to him and interrupt the whole conversation, but doing so with Erica in the room would be a bit

However, right as Kreig was considering what possible steps he might take, he found George excusing himself from the conversation and walking up to him. Kreig, could you take Erica on a small walk or something?

He blinked at his brother. How so?

I need to tell our guests that she Well, doesnt know. We cant have either of them blurt out something telling, can we?

Kreig pulled his lips tight. Of course. Ill gladly distract her. George nodded in response and prepared to leave. Although, I must ask How come Sam has yet to arrive? Has she told you what she is doing?

George thought for a second before shaking his head. All she told me was that shed be a little late tonight, which is pretty thoughtless, but Im sure she has her reasons. Dont worry about it and just enjoy yourself, alright?

Despite this, Kreig couldnt help but feel a little worried. Alright.

He took Erica on a nightly walk.