Killing Chaos Eaters was as easy as breathing.

Halo had summoned his clones back after a few dozen kills. While Tough and Light came across nothing peculiar, their kills gave Halo something interesting to dwell on.

All the Chaos Eaters killed were Perverted Sinners.

Perverted Sinners were meant to be stronger than Toddler Sinners, but judging by how easily the clones killed them, Toddler Sinners appeared even stronger.

He initially wanted them to kill more to see if they were actually beyond Perverted Sinners, but that could raise suspicions.

He wondered how pathetic the Chaos Eaters might look, given how pitiful they were, but since neither Light nor Tough could speak, he'd have to figure that out himself.

But if they could only be that feeble toward brainless creatures, he needed to train his mind to stay calm enough to see it. This was bound to help him calm all the Sin Fragments Sunday and Saint were racking up too, before he went insane.

Despite his discovery, he needed to head to the library and keep an eye on the librarian.

However, before he could exit the inn, Silas approached him. The menacing glare from the previous night was evident in his eyes.

Halo was confused for a moment. Silas wore a forced smile that made his eyes look even more agitated, and worse, he couldn't tell what this was about since he hadn't eaten any of his meals since yesterday.

Silas slammed his fists on the counter, his face twisting as though he found his own actions cringeworthy.

"I need to know if you truly enjoy my meals. I really need to know…"

The look on his face. It was as if he'd die if Halo didn't give him a response. This made Halo uncomfortable. He couldn't tell if this was nothing but Silas's passion for food or if it had something to do with his Purpose.

Either way, he knew the best move was to tell Silas something noteworthy and hope it was enough to settle everything.

He sighed.

"You're certain you won't throw a tantrum?"

Silas nodded repeatedly.

Halo exhaled.

"Well, then… a friend prepared a rich meal not long ago, and I can't taste anyone else's meal except for hers since then."

Silas's mouth parted in surprise. Halo grew more confused seeing him in that state, but he had no intention of sticking around. He didn't want Silas locking his collar like he did to the last guy.

He exited the inn without saying another word.

On his way to the library, the intense stares kept coming. It was as though the people hated him for just wanting a read.

They were all naive. Halo would have bet his life that even if it was somehow proven that the guards of StoneHaven were the corporations behind the Chaos Eaters and not the librarian, they still wouldn't stop blaming the poor girl.

He'd seen enough. Besides, he wasn't here to please anyone. He had to get rid of the citadel's threat, and that was what he'd do.

At the library, he was met by the girl once again, and unlike the previous day, she smiled a lot this time. She had suspected Halo wouldn't return.

Perhaps he'd learn about the rumors spreading about her and stay away from the library entirely. But to see him there again supposedly made her happy to the core. It was impossible to miss.

But Halo was no amateur. In his past life, he'd slaughtered even priests and monks involved in sex trafficking and sexual abuse. The brightest people could be the worst when the lights were off.

Even so, he barely noticed anything unusual about her. Everything indicated she was just human, a friendly one at that. After getting nothing but smiles and giggles for hours, he returned to the inn before night could fall.

However, right at the door, Silas gestured for him to take a seat. It was as if he'd waited there the entire day, just waiting on Halo.

The moment Halo sat at a table, Silas joined him. Halo thought Silas was going to serve him his best cuisine to help with his predicament, but instead, he wanted to talk.

"Are you sure? You really can't taste any meal other than your friend's?"

Halo's eyes squinted slightly, and he nodded.

Silas took a deep breath.

"I don't personally prepare the meals here. I just tell the staff exactly what to do, and they handle the cooking."

Halo leaned into his seat.

"I don't get to cook for everyone, just people like you. I'm bound to serve twenty in my lifetime. In twenty-five years, I've served eighteen. If I can make a meal you truly enjoy… then I'll be down to my last one."

It had everything to do with his Purpose after all. But this also meant if Halo couldn't taste the meal, Silas would fail his Purpose.

That was such a cruel fate. His entire existence was based on whether he could cook meals for ageusic people that they could eat and enjoy. It was a miracle he'd survived eighteen times.

"Tell me about the meal your friend prepared. I want to make it for you myself, and… I think I can make it even better."

Halo frowned.

"This is too risky. Your life hangs on whether I enjoy a meal. That's… absurd."

Silas smiled.

"I've spent twenty-five years on this Purpose and prepared eighteen meals that made a difference. I can't guarantee results, but I think it's fair to say I might be able to restore your sense of taste."

Halo nodded in understanding. Silas wasn't wrong.

He went on to explain the beef curry Seraphim had prepared in detail. He answered every question Silas asked about the meal to the best of his ability. By the time he finished, Silas could explain the texture and taste so thoroughly that Halo began to smell the meal again.

"Just give me a little time. I want to prepare for this carefully so I can bring you the right meal."

Silas said, burning passion in his eyes, but Halo had already had enough of their chat.

He'd intended to train, but their conversation went on until midnight, leaving him too verbally exhausted for any kind of training.

But his eagerness couldn't be so easily swayed. He sent Tough and Light out to get a few Chaos Eaters before finally falling asleep.

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