"What?" Conti was taken by surprise. He followed Amy's gaze and looked to the kitchen. There he saw a lean Mag, who was busy cooking. He smiled and shook his head. "No. Their names may be the same, but Mag Alex is a mighty and proud knight. He would never cook in the kitchen; besides, he has no daughter."
Mag shrugged. Conti was not wrong. His predecessor would perhaps still have been a mighty and proud knight if that incident hadn't happened. He had never entered the kitchen, to say nothing of cooking.
Still, as he listened to his compliments, somehow he felt a little… good?
"My father's rainbow fried rice is very good. Father is the best in my eyes, no matter what you say," Amy said seriously as she looked up at Conti.
"Yes. I'm sure he is a great cook," Conti said, smiling. He resumed his seat, not arguing with Amy.
"Yes." Amy's smile returned.
