Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 183 - 183: You should rest

On the final day of the celebration, Pain and Blue bonded over shared misery, dreading their hard-to-please masters.

They looked at each other, connecting through their pain and sighed.

Kyle couldn't wait for Blue to come back; his eyes ached from using glasses. Rubbing between his brows, he looked at the blurry image from his window and felt saddened that he couldn't start his training sooner.

He watched the sky darken, sipping his wine as warmth slid down his throat.

Today he was in the mood to indulge in alcohol, liking the feeling of hotness, with bitterness and sweetness blended.

Moonlight spilt into his dark room, casting a glow over his brown wine, which shimmered with hints of gold.

He took the bottle on the table and poured it into his empty glass. Midnight, he felt a warmness rush over him, making him sigh in pleasure.

His eyesight became clearer, and his bare back had a tattoo of a cat, finally.

Others experienced this phenomenon, happy to be joined back with their beast, while some beasts were sad about their short-lived holiday.

To Cyra, it was just another day. Her bracelet chimed, and upon checking the message, she saw that Louis needed her attention.

Remembering that jelly, she got up and went downstairs to see Louis in the dining room, fidgeting with the edges of his clothes with trembling hands.

Meeting her gaze, he shivered and quickly looked down. "I am here. What do you want to say?" Cyra asked calmly, lowering her aura slightly to avoid scaring her chef. She wanted him to speak quickly before his loud heartbeat deafened her.

Louis felt her chilling aura lessen. He took a deep breath, struggling to relax

Without looking at her, he opened a bowl of soup on the table and brought a bottle of crushed red petals.

Cyra watched his actions with interest; she saw him sprinkle some petals into the bowl of soup.

"When I made the jelly, I added sugar, galantine and those petals you gave me. Since you accept, I thought maybe this petals could be like a spice to your food." Louis spoke confidently and normally when it came to food.

After saying that, he trembled, suddenly aware of whose presence he was in.

Cyra paid him no attention; her mind was on the soup; she blended the petals into the soup with a spoon, making sure it blended well; she scooped a little and brought it to her lips.

Louis waited patiently at the side and watched her expression to get any slightest change, Cyra paused when the food entered her mouth.

She dropped the spoon and scooped more; this action alone spoke volumes to Louis. He sighed internally, so it didn't work.

"It might work on a light food which doesn't need too many ingredients to cook, like how it worked for the jelly." Louis's mind was thinking fast; her being unable to stomach normal food also troubles him because of his sister.

Cyra nodded. To her, the soup tasted like wax paper soaked in wax, with hints of blood.

A weird combination of taste, she prefers the jelly more which tasted like sweetened congealed blood.

"Okay, I leave you to that." She left those words; Louis watched her leaving back and patted his soaked back.

He was so scared that he sweated so much; his little heart couldn't handle this stimulation.

If his sister were here, he would have tested this on her instead of this terrifying woman.

He patted his chest and returned to the kitchen. A shadow near the door made him want to scream, but he choked when he recognized the figure.

"Phew… You scared me at least turn on the lights." Louis spoke to the chef in a complaining tone as he switched on the light, not seeing her vacant eye stare, which blinked and regained their friendly, warm ones.

"Oh, sorry. I have been having headaches recently." The woman said as she rubbed her forehead.

"Is it serious? You should rest. I'll make something for Master Zane when he wakes up." Louis's tone was filled with concern, looking at the chef.

Seeing she was about to refuse, he pushed her out of the kitchen while telling her to take medicine and sleep it off.

He turned back and brought out spices for curry rice. He could cook, but he preferred baking.

Going about busily washing and cutting the chicken, he put in different spices to spice up the chicken and steamed it.

Washing the rice, he hummed as he cooked; after the food was done, he kept it in the heating cooler and waited for Zane to wake up so he could serve.