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After leaving the underground treasure vault, Mr. Cyclone returned to the grand mansion hallway. Quietly, he hung the portrait of the Prime Minister back in its original place and looked around, but there was no one. Carrying over twenty gold coins, Mr. Cyclone strolled through the hallway as if nothing had happened. There was no one on this floor, but after descending to the next floor, he finally saw some people. Six maids, each dressed provocatively in short black and white pleated skirts, revealing a pair of white legs. However, no matter how beautiful their skin was, Mr. Cyclone, who had seen and even touched Sonja's fair and slightly rosy skin up close, found her natural, smooth complexion more appealing. Upon seeing Mr. Cyclone, the maids all bowed respectfully. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cyclone!" "Good afternoon!" Mr. Cyclone nodded repeatedly as he walked, evaluating each maid one by one. Unfortunately, the more he looked, the more he realized that Sonja was better. These six maids completely lacked the irresistible charm that would make him stop in his tracks. He wandered around the unknown mansion and finally arrived at the kitchen. "Impressive, impressive!" As he wandered through the mansion, Mr. Cyclone saw many maids and servants sent back by the Wind Knights. However, when he arrived at the kitchen, a kitchen several times the size of Mr. Cyclone's home, there was no one. Originally, he was excited to have Tiny along, but before reaching the door, his nose was already drawn to the aroma wafting out. When he arrived, the food was already prepared, but there was no one. "What the heck! Are these foods meant to be decorations here?!" Suddenly realizing that he hadn't eaten anything for lunch, Mr. Cyclone decided to savor the delicacies here. The first thing he picked up was the most eye-catching roast chicken. With one hand, Mr. Cyclone tore off a piece of the plump, delicious chicken and took big bites. "Damn! This tastes so good!" "I-I'm sorry! M-Mr. Cyclone!" In the midst of Mr. Cyclone's attempt to taste the second dish, a maid rushed in. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were here, I deeply apologize..." Mr. Cyclone ignored the maid and simply waved his hand, indicating that it was alright. How could he stop when there was such delicious food in front of him? "Y-Yes, this... this is the chef's carefully prepared secret sauce fish fillet, and this is..." Every time Mr. Cyclone pointed at a dish, the maid would state its name and characteristics. Finally, after filling his stomach, Mr. Cyclone asked the first curious question. "So, these foods were prepared for me, right?" "Yes, Mr. Cyclone." "Then why weren't they brought to my room? I had to search for over an hour!" In fact, Mr. Cyclone hadn't searched at all; he just casually said it. "I-I'm terribly sorry, I only just found out that you had woken up, and it was already past lunchtime. Lady Sonja also suddenly left... She was supposed to stay for the meal..." Seeing that the maid's head was already lowered to the lowest point, Mr. Cyclone didn't want to bully her too much. He took a couple more pieces of fried pork and said, "Forget it, these things don't matter... But why is there no one here? Did you cook all of this?" "N-No, I don't have the ability to cook these delicacies. These are all the works of the chefs." Upon hearing this, Mr. Cyclone couldn't help but ask again. "Then where are the chefs?" "..." The maid couldn't come up with an answer. Mr. Cyclone then picked up a nearby bottle, which turned out to contain wine. "Oh~ I found a treasure~" Without even using a glass, Mr. Cyclone drank directly from the bottle, causing the maid who wanted to hand him a glass to silently put it away. "Huh?!" Suddenly, Mr. Cyclone, whose sense of smell was not very sensitive, caught a familiar scent.Facing a small door in the kitchen, Mr. Cyclone asked, "What's that?"

"That's the pantry, Mr. Cyclone," replied the butler.

"Oh, I see," Mr. Cyclone nodded.

Beyond his senses of smell and sight, it was solely Mr. Cyclone's intuition that felt an undeniable temptation behind this door.