Cael found himself walking through the streets of Berian, hands in his pockets as usual. This time, his mission was simple: pick up groceries for dinner.
In Evelina's words, if they were going to do a month with no magic, why not extend the same logic to their family's assets?
That meant dismissing all the servants and leaving the two of them alone in the mansion again. Something Cael definitely appreciated.
As for grocery shopping itself, he didn't mind. It had been over a year since Evelina's kitchen outburst, back when she'd nearly set fire to the stove because she didn't know what he wanted to eat. Now, she knew more than enough. What he liked, when he liked it, and how he liked it prepared.
"This is a long list."
Cael muttered, heading toward the largest supermarket in their district. It was a franchise of one of the biggest supermarket conglomerates in the empire, a miracle they'd even set up shop this far from the capital.
"Isn't that the lord...?"
