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As I pondered these thoughts, the door opened, snapping me out of my focused state.
Ismena and Acelina entered the room to wake me.
"Ah, young lady? You're awake quite early today!" Ismena said.
"Yeah, is Father having his breakfast?" I asked.
"He is! Do you wish to join him?" Acelina asked.
"I do. Let's go," I nodded.
I returned to the dining room where my father was eating breakfast. To manage his hunger, he must consume three meals a day with chaos ingredients.
Of course, he could have one large meal a month instead, but this is better. He also enjoys eating like humans, a habit he grew fond of after my mother taught him the pleasure of dining.
Everything we eat is made with high-quality magical ingredients, beneficial even for a being of his caliber and, obviously, for me too.
"Ah, good morning, dear," he said.
