"Mmm?!"

Out of everything that Fanilly had been expecting, suddenly being fed a small sweet pastry was not on the list. It didn't make any sense to her at all, even if she couldn't exactly say it was unwelcome. In the first place she didn't know why one of her knights even wanted to speak to her, but now she was giving her some sort of snack?

Regardless, Fanilly found herself holding her hands up to her mouth to and chewing. It wasn't very large, but she still didn't want to accidentally make some sort of mess in the shrine of all places.

Sweet things like reminded her a little of home. The sort of thing her family's servants would make in the kitchen. Three of them had accompanied her to Candaeln, but the kitchen staff hadn't been among them.

But Candaeln had fantastic chefs that rivaled the royal family's. Maybe if she asked...

... Not that any of that mattered. What mattered most was ensuring that what happened in the fight against Jeremiah never happened again.

Before her mind could travel once again to Sir Rickert, however, a sudden torrent of heat erupted through her mouth. A muffled squeak escaped the girl's lips, her eyes immediately watering as her hands clamped over her mouth once again, her cheeks flushed. What was this? Where had this come from? It went from sweet to so hot!

And now it was filling her entire mouth, burning away at her tongue, everything, even as she tried to quickly swallow it down as fast as possible.

"Wh-why is it so hot?!"

She allowed herself a moment to exclaim her all-important question to the gods above.

Given they were already in a shrine, it was perhaps a fitting place to do so.

[@Rune_Alchemist]