Lanci didn't need to rely on the tone of voice to tell which question came from whom.
"Not so good."
Lanci shook his head, gazing silently at the dark chocolate milk soufflé dessert from the Demon World on the table, beginning to regain consciousness from his brief nap.
"We'll feed you."
Talia and Sigrid both noticed that Lanci probably fancied something sweet to replenish the sugar his overworked brain needed.
This time Talia and Sigrid exchanged glances beforehand.
They didn't need to compete or fight; simply taking care of Lanci together would save them both effort, doubling their effectiveness.
"I'm good now!"
Lanci instantly perked up.
He sat up straight like it was an emergency, his eyes bright and alert, and replied to the two of them.
"..."
Both of them slowly put down their cutlery.
They hadn't expected Lanci to dislike being fed by others so much.
"What was I about to say just now..."
Lanci pinched the bridge of his nose.
