The Empty Pot By Demi Novels & Stories

"What's the matter?" "Demarion wanted me to ask you, after you lost your memory, do you remember your cooking skill?" "He wants to eat the potato pancake you made." "The potato pancake? Eliza paused for a moment. It seemed like she really did know how to do this... "Do you want to eat potato cake?" "Mm." Braint nodded. "Demarion have been craving for potato pancakes for a long time." "And a boiled egg in the shape of a bunny."

Now, this was something new. “Did you bring the correct ingredients though?” “Check it for yourself,” Demian said. I checked the ingredients one by one. There were hundreds of them in six huge shelves. Demian waited patiently. He watched my every move without taking his eyes off me even just once. “Wow, mugwort,” I murmured, opening one jar. I tried making a simple potion that caused hallucinations. Demian stayed with me the whole time. He said he wanted to know too. A part of me believed that he stayed just to watch me.

I'd happily prepared everything years in advance, only to find that everything had changed. The Britton family fell. Meanwhile, Elvira and Toby had vanished into thin air. In Northbank, no one dared to speak of them anymore. I gazed at the distant sea, and suddenly, I missed the girl who had once stumbled into my study by accident. She'd extended her hand with a radiant smile. "Hello, I'm Elvira Britton, your arranged marriage partner. It's a pleasure to meet you." I closed my eyes, wiping the memory from my mind.

They curiously rushed over to the pots and found them empty. "It's empty! He didn't leave anything behind," one of the maids exclaimed. Looking into the pot with the cover in her hand. "Well he didn't make much. But did you perceive that aroma?" The other maids asked the other, licking her lips. While they were watching Zane cook, they couldn't help but scent the nice aroma coming from the food he was preparing. All they could do was salivate and hope to get a taste of the soup he made. But the pot was empty.

the stranger would show you no mercy. She turned back to them with a triumphant smile as they scooped up the earth with their hands. Now she was satisfied... - Scrub, scrub... That's exactly what you're here for! Scrubbing the floor! And... I hope that after dinner I won't find any marks on the floor and... The pot beautifully placed in its place. She turned to leave, but turned again and said... - One last thing. Put a beautiful pot in pink. At least there'll be a bit of beauty among this heap of... Old things.

She stretched lazily. Then swung her legs over the edge of the mattress. Her slippers slid onto her feet. Moments later, she stepped out of the master bedroom and into the hallway. The penthouse was quiet. Too quiet. She made her way toward the kitchen. When she got there, her eyes immediately landed on the covered pot sitting atop the marble counter. She walked over. Lifted the lid. Empty. A frown formed on her face. She checked another. Nothing. Opened the warming oven.