Chapter 197: Creis Wants to Learn Cooking

“You called me out here just to learn how to cook?”

In the mansion’s dining room, at 10:05 PM, the silver-haired woman—Miss Olivia, the Saint Son—stood with her hands on her hips.

She looked at the cyan-blue-haired girl before her, feeling utterly helpless for a moment.

A few hours earlier, Celestial God Creis had stopped her while she was cleaning, as if she had something private to discuss.

The two had agreed to meet in the kitchen around ten o’clock that night.

Olivia had a bad feeling about it.

If it were truly something important, the quiet back garden would have been the perfect spot.

There were no guards or maids there, allowing them to discuss personal matters in peace.

Why the kitchen, then?

Perhaps the soundproofing was decent here, and it was secluded enough.

It would do for discussing something less critical.

Celestial God Creis was a meticulous monster.

She was like an ice-cold machine—powerful, efficient, and ruthless.

She was the king of all the Heavenly Oracle Envoys, the unseen, hidden sovereign.

Yet,

No matter how hard Olivia racked her brain, she could never have guessed that the reason for meeting in the kitchen was to learn cooking.

Creis looked somewhat puzzled and adorably dazed.

She tilted her head, her expression blank like that of an emotionless girl, and said, “Yeah.”

“Olivia, make all the dishes you’ve learned. I’ll help you get the ingredients.”

“Huh? Don’t we need to hand over duties at midnight? Two hours should be plenty.”

Creis did have plans to monitor Isa, but not at this moment.

Olivia was momentarily speechless. Seeing the serious look in Creis’s eyes, she sighed.

“Why do you want to learn cooking? Your task is to look after Gabriella.”

“Because Gabriella likes it.”

She still remembered the way Gabriella looked at Isa. To make Gabriella comfortable, it was probably by conquering her taste buds.

Although the two already knew each other, this must be the reason Gabriella liked her.

But Olivia smiled with a hint of mockery.

“I never thought I’d see the day, Creis. You’re actually considering someone else’s feelings now.”

“Two hours. Do you really think you can learn it? I’ll only demonstrate once.”

“Enough.”

Creis looked full of confidence.

“Cooking is a very simple task, and what you make tastes good. I just need to replicate your actions exactly. Hmm, is this really such a complicated thing?”

Looking at this utterly confident Creis, Olivia felt completely helpless.

Of course she didn’t want to teach her.

Let alone cooking—Creis’s stubborn, wooden head made it completely impossible for her to learn how to care for someone.

Olivia had zero confidence in her.

Although she had forgiven her somewhat now, deep down she still felt disappointed in Creis.

The reason Gabriella liked her, and why Olivia had wavered slightly, was simply because she had heard Creis express such emotions for the first time.

Creis had always treated Gabriella like a machine.

After Olivia became pregnant, Creis had left her to handle some important matters and hadn’t returned for years.

Most of the Heavenly Oracle Envoys didn’t know about it. During that time, Olivia had endured the pain of magical disorder for an entire year.

She had hoped Creis would treat their daughter well. But the next time they met, when Celestial God Creis descended, it brought a “slaughter” upon humanity.

There were many humans who resisted the Heavenly Oracle Envoys. Some even burned the sanctuaries and churches, declaring that the gods did not exist.

Eliminating these humans was meant to maintain the Church’s absolute rule and the gods’ dignity. Celestial God Creis viewed this disrespect as rebellion.

It was the first time the Heavenly Oracle Envoys had killed humans.

As protectors of humanity, although some sensed the abnormality, the vast majority followed their [Mission] and became killing machines under the Celestial God’s command.

That battle had not been easy.

Among humans, nine hero-level powerhouses would always emerge.

In comparison, the crisis of the Evil God’s descent seemed far less significant.

Olivia did not want to argue who was right or wrong.

However, Creis’s resolute decision to order the massacre once again sent chills down her spine.

Her daughter, Gabriella, had been there too.

The despair on her daughter’s face was something Olivia would never forget for the rest of her life.

Yet Creis had dismissed it lightly.

She vaguely remembered the words from that day.

“Gabriella, you are a special existence. The Heavenly Oracle Envoys, humans, and everything else are merely burdens.”

“Olivia?”

Creis’s cold gaze overlapped with those eyes now filled with curiosity, pulling Olivia back to the present.

Moonlight sliced across her petite frame as her thumb fidgeted uneasily.

Creis was deep in thought. Olivia should seize this opportunity.

Suddenly, Creis seemed to sense something and looked up. Her eyes appeared capable of seeing through the walls to what lay beyond.

This was one of her abilities—an unknown power that even Olivia could not fully describe.

She was just about to turn and leave when Olivia’s voice stopped her.

“Okay, I can teach you.”

“You agreed.”

“Of course. After all, we were once partners and shared a period of love.”

The reason Olivia gave was perfunctory and casual, carrying a trace of mockery in her tone.

Celestial God Creis nodded.

“If that’s the case, then good.”

Even so, Olivia couldn’t possibly teach her every single recipe. They only had two hours.

Creis’s abilities were terrifying.

She possessed the capacity to learn, record, and analyze with a rationality that was frightening.

For an ordinary person—or even the most skilled maid in the inner palace—learning to cook in two hours would have been nothing but a fantasy to Olivia.

But for Creis, it might truly not be difficult.

She only needed to record all the steps and then imitate the exact same operations.

However, to ensure quality and to make Gabriella happy, they could not rush things.

Under Olivia’s persuasion, Creis agreed to learn only one dish this time.

To ensure quality and to make Gabriella happy, they could not rush things.

Creis agreed.

She wanted to make Gabriella’s favorite dish.

That way, she could make Gabriella smile, satisfy her daughter, and perhaps even earn her understanding.

“I remember Gabriella really loves one particular dish. I noticed…”

Creis fell into deep thought.

“Which one?” Olivia asked with interest.

“I didn’t ask.”

Olivia was speechless for a moment.

She had thought Creis wanted to change and had even felt a bit relieved. But now, it seemed she still had a long way to go.

She pointed at the kitchen utensils and the magical refrigerator, smiling as she said, “Our daughter doesn’t like overly complicated dishes. She loves meat the most.”

“Eating meat…”

Creis muttered to herself, “It suits my personality quite well.”

“You know she’s your daughter too?”