CHAPTER 49: THE MASK

"Eat it," I strictly commanded over Mellon who's eyeing on the pizza with a disgusted face. "You won't die from eating dinner."

Monica agreed while stuffing her mouth with a huge bite of it.

"This is poison," Mellon uttered. "What I need is a bowl of fresh greens, not this strange-looking little."

I began convincing this man from another world to eat something and the slices of pizza decreased it's number because of Monica who eats like a monster with eleven stomachs.

Mellon lifted the soggy and cheesy pizza and watched it flop up and down in the air.

"If you don't eat that, I'm not going to save your world." Alright, Mellon the Great, fight me!

With his squinting eyes, his lips thinned. "You dare make an utterance of threat on me?"

"It's the only way to make you eat it."

"If you don't have any plan on eating that slice, give it to me." Monica pointed to her plate that only held crusts and blots of ketchup.

"Your choice, Mellon." Taking a bite of my dinner, I closed my eyes and savore