Finally, that creep left Sharon’s room. He only spent a couple of minutes inside, so I don’t think anything happened, but...
“Why am I doubting her!? She’d never do such a thing!”
Wham!
He headbutted the wall.
“Aghh!”
But it hurt more than he expected.
“Whatever!” While rubbing his head, he walked to Sharon’s room and knocked on the door.
“No answer.”
Maybe she’s getting dressed...
Wham!
This time, he headbutted the door, which hurt even more than the wall.
“What’s going on!? Wait, Al? You know, people don’t usually knock with their foreheads.”
“Yeah, I know that,” Al shot back at the unamused girl.
Good, she’s wearing clothes, and she’s not roughed up at all. He slowly floated his eyes over Sharon from top to bottom, then peeked behind her to check the state of her room.
“What are you, a creep? Stop leering at girls’ rooms... It’s disgusting. I’ll call the guards!” Her merciless comments assured Al that she was just fine. “So, why are you here?”
“Ah, well, I got a bit hungry, and then I found some cake in the kitchen, and, well, you like sweets, so...”
Al was fully aware of how incoherent his answer was; he hadn’t even properly answered Sharon’s question. However, she smiled with delight after her momentary confusion.
“Hm, really? That’s surprisingly thoughtful of you! I was just racking my brain about a few things and was about to head out on a sweets hunt.”
“You? Racking your brain?”
Oh, crap! I couldn’t help myself!
But instead of getting mad, Sharon almost looked happy.
“What!? Yes, I do have a brain to rack, thank you very much!” she said while taking the cake from Al. That was the end of his bliss. “So, is there anything else?”
No, like, I totally didn’t ask the head chef for the cake so we could eat it together or anything, and it’s totally not common courtesy to share it with me either, he wanted to tell her. This was the perfect chance for them to have a nice talk, and maybe he could’ve learned something about her discussion with Ranbolg.
However, that’s not how it worked out. Sharon was clearly hesitant to let Al into the room despite them having a proper reason to talk. Naturally, Al had no idea what had gone down between them, so he immediately jumped to the worst conclusion possible.
Could it be that she doesn’t want me to defile their sacred love nest?
“Ah, Al! I’ve been looking for you!”
Surprised by the sudden mention of his name just as things were becoming unbearably awkward, Al shuddered. The person responsible for frightening him started running toward him, but...
“Whoa!”
...she tripped over her dress. She was about to fall, but she skillfully recovered as she always did, stopping right in front of Al.
“Oh, so this is where Sharon’s room is! Ah, right! I was wondering where you took my leftover cake, but I see you came here to share it with Sharon!”
“Y-Your leftover...” Sharon froze in place as if her world had been turned upside-down.
Did he want to cheer me up by feeding me leftover cake he happily ate with Luna? Dejection, rage, and grief swirled within her.
“Hold it, just listen! It’s not leftover, okay? I halved it for you. Plus, I didn’t even get a bite yet...”
“Whatever.” The betrayal of being served their leftover cake was too much for her to handle. “Just go! Take your cake and eat it alone!”
She shoved the plate toward Al. They watched as the cake slid off the plate and fell onto the floor.
“Ah! What the hell are you doing!? I got it all for you!”
The cake he’d brought all the way to her room, taking great care so it would keep its shape, was now splattered all over the floor. It wasn’t necessarily Sharon’s fault, but after witnessing what happened between her and Ranbolg, he couldn’t help but get mad.
“Sor—Wait, what!? I’m not so cheap that I can be bribed with leftover cake!” She was about to apologize, but seeing the dumbfounded Luna standing right next to Al awakened her obstinate side.
“I told you, it’s not a leftover! Why are you always like this!? Can’t you just own up to your mistakes for once!?” He immediately regretted saying that, but the floodgates were already open.
“Nhh. You idiot! Perv King! Casanova! Hope you get a heart attack, stupid!” She threw everything she had at Al and slammed the door.
“Umm, Al? Did I say something bad?” Luna was still completely and utterly dumbstruck.
“No, don’t worry about it. Guess I’ll go to sleep too,” Al said and slugged his way back to his room.