communion

"Very beautiful." César smiled comfortably.

"What I'm asking is—is the duel interesting?" Cantrella narrowed his eyes, "I don't know where you thought?"

The unknown staff became nervous when they saw this scene, lest the tarantula suddenly go crazy and hurt the audience. However, the next development was very... magical. The gentleman who was entangled by the tarantula was not only not afraid, but even Holding Tarantula's hand, "What I said is, you look good."

"Oh?"

"I've been waiting for you all morning, now, can you come with me? My little spider." A gentle but undeniable tone.

There was a sound of gasping nearby, and they seemed to see that the gentleman who was not afraid of death was about to splatter blood on the spot in the next second.

However, the murderous desperado, Mr. Tarantula just smiled and held that hand back, "Okay." He agreed.

Cantrella sometimes thinks that his life may only be like this—the monster is restless, he goes to the arena to kill people, and the monster is restless again—this process is constantly reincarnated, and he can only bear it alone. If there is no family affection for Lilim, He might have lost interest in living, but now things were different - Cesare had appeared.

Cantrera didn't trust César, and couldn't remember anything about César, but his intuition told him that this person was of the same kind, and besides, this person didn't seem that annoying.

Bearing it for too long, this time Cantrella wanted to choose to indulge his emotions. He let César hold his hand and walked through the streets and alleys, his mind was completely empty, and he didn't care where César would take him. There was even a bold idea hidden in his heart—maybe it would be possible to completely reveal his ugliest secret to him.

"Here we are." César's deep and pleasant voice suddenly sounded, bringing Cantrella back to reality.

"DIY baking? What are you doing here?"

"A date." César smiled happily.

"We've only known each other for less than a week." Cantrella looked at the man in front of him playfully, "Are you too impatient?"

"Five days, plus 22 years." César looked deeply at Cantrella, "Are you still impatient?"

"But I don't remember." Cantrella felt a little depressed for no reason.

"But I always remember you." César smiled a lot today—or as long as Cantrella was around, his expression would become richer. When the wooden door was opened, a pleasant silver bell rang, and the sweet taste of food burst Drilling into people's noses.

"Welcome." The old lady watching the store was very kind, "You two came early, the small kitchen upstairs is still empty, you can go directly, there is no need to make an appointment."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, I also want to thank the priest for curing me. My knee is much better." The old woman said trivially, gave Cesar the key to the kitchen, and told the location of the materials in detail again. Only then did he stroll back to the counter and rest on the rocking chair.

The small kitchen on the second floor is very warmly decorated, with love notes everywhere, which made Cantrella a little unaccustomed to it, but Cesare seemed to be well-adapted. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared the raw materials one by one. Well, I made the cake skillfully.

Cantrella lazily leaned against the cooking table to watch the excitement, while César was very skillful in making desserts, and his slender and knuckle hands flexibly stirred egg liquid, foamed cream, and candied cherries, which was also pleasing to the eye.

Cantrera picked a cherry and stuffed it into his mouth. "I don't like sweets."

César turned his head and glanced at him, pinched a cherry and fed it to Cantrella, and finally put a little on his lower lip, "I do it differently."

Cantrella slapped that hand away and muttered softly, "What's the difference?"

"You'll know when you taste it." César put the cake on the table, "Try it."

To be honest, the cake made by César was really ordinary, just a cheesecake with cherries on top. Cantrella dubiously dug out a small spoonful of it. Although it was much better than the ones he had eaten before, it was not peerless. To the point of deliciousness, there is just a sense of familiarity, which warms the heart virtually.

"I miss you so much..." Cantrella just had this idea, before he could speak, he felt the blood vessels in his temple throbbing violently, and the dusty memory in his brain seemed to be opened, and some ancient pictures rushed out ——

The little boy was sitting by the window sill of the castle, resting his chin in a daze, his little feet dangling in the air.

"Cantrella." The blond man carried the boy off the balcony, turned his face so that he was facing him, "You have something on your mind."

"No." Cantrella pouted.

"It's all written on my face." César laughed narrowly, "Do you want me to tell you?"

"I...I want to eat cake." Cantrella covered his flushed cheeks, "Laugh at me."

"Don't laugh at you, my Cantrella is still a child." César skillfully hugged Cantrella, "I'll take you there, where do you want to eat, the one in the Imperial City should be good, right?"

"Don't." Cantrella's face turned red, and his eyes also turned red, like a little rabbit, "I don't want to go back to the imperial city! Don't leave Tartaros!"

César subconsciously looked at Cantrella's chest. He knew that there were still faint scars on the wound stabbed by the gun under the clothes-it was a heart-wrenching betrayal between relatives-it couldn't be denied Yes, Cesar is also responsible.

Wiping away the tears from the corners of Cantrella's eyes, César hugged him and comforted him, "Okay, okay, I'm up to you, we won't go to the imperial city, you stay at home obediently and wait for me, I'll go to the human race Let the world learn how to make cakes."

"Yeah." Cantrella nodded, with a small nasal voice, looking extremely aggrieved.

"I really can't do anything about you." César put Cantrella next to the bed, and stuffed a rabbit doll into his arms, "Who told you that you are my unique little baby? When you cry, Tarta Ross just fell in half."

"Cherry cheese!" Cantrella ignored César's strange words, buried his face in the doll, and said sullenly.

"Understood." César smiled, thinking that this child is really cute.

"Hmm." Cantrella frowned, waking up with his face buried in the doll, "...what's going on?"

"The side effect of restoring memory." A pair of slightly cool hands pressed Cantrella's temples lightly, "It will be fine soon."

"That's it." Cantrella woke up a little bit, hugged the "rabbit doll" for a while, and found that the touch felt a bit wrong, and looked intently, where is there any rabbit doll—he was nestling in César's arms , and his cheek was also buried in the hollow of his neck.

Logically speaking, with Cantrella's personality, he might beat him to death for daring to hug others, but this time, Cantrella didn't want to move.

Coincidentally, César doesn't want to let go either, he enjoys the feeling of interdependence with Cantrella, just like Tartarus back then, in the vast world, they only have each other.