I Think the Fairy is Right

A peaceful lunch time.

Ellie found it hard to hide her bewilderment.

"I have no appetite because I'm thinking of my mom."

Pastel, sitting at the Head Seat, muttered gloomily.

In front of her was a completely empty bowl of tomato pasta. It wasn't particularly important, but anyway, she had stopped eating because she had no appetite.

Pastel sucked on her fork as if she was disappointed and wanted to eat more, but that wasn't a particularly important fact either.

The Archdemon let out a low groan and just stared down at his knife. It seemed the Archdemon had also lost his appetite.

It was a gloomy atmosphere with no conversation. It wasn't just during this meal; it had been like this since morning.

Why are they like this today? Did something happen?

Having recently returned to the Hotel from the Royal Palace, Ellie couldn't make an accurate Situation Assessment. She glanced at Melissa sitting next to her...