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Aleta finished cooking and served it to Ars. Ars smiled at the food in front of his eyes. Seemed to be troubling.
"Please, I know you haven't eaten since" Aleta said.
"Where are you?" ask Ars.
"From the way you fight" Aleta replied.
Ars stared fixedly at Aleta, a beautiful face that had been engraved in Ars' heart since childhood. Aleta who was looking down a little while eating also looked up.
"Is there something strange?" ask Aleta.
Ars shook his head, "no."
"Why look at me like that?" ask Aleta.
"You're too pretty, no...