Chapter 186: Daily Life with the Three Angels
"I don't know what little schemes you just had in mind, but I hope you rein yourself in.
If we get along well, one day I might help you rebuild your body. If not, then don't blame me for the consequences."
Faced with Franklin's utterly calm expression, Ōtsutsuki Kaguya said nothing more and stepped straight into the pitch-black opening.
"The Divine Tree Fruit will ripen within ten days."
Watching the Divine Tree close again, and seeing Kaguya disappear from sight, Franklin sat down cross-legged. His Saiyan mode faded.
"Master, do you really trust her that much? Aren't you afraid she'll go back on her word? I'm seriously powerless when it comes to invading plant life."
As Nymph walked up beside him, Franklin shook his head with a smile.
"A wise person adapts to the situation. If she didn't choose this path, she had other paths waiting for her.
This Divine Tree might look like a plant to you now, but it can actually transform into an animal. Even if it rebels, it's no match for us."
"Animal? Master, I inspected its cells carefully—they have cell walls. How can an animal have cell walls?"
Franklin sighed. "How would I know? Study it yourself. I'm terrible at research."
"Master, I'm so hungry… I haven't eaten in forever. I feel like I'm about to collapse."
The moment Astraea finished speaking, she lunged straight toward Franklin.
Franklin, "not reacting in time," took a full hit to the face from the softness of her chest and fell to the ground with her.
"Master!"
Ikaros instantly appeared, grabbed Astraea, and tossed her aside.
Fortunately, Franklin reacted quickly and used his aura to make Astraea float gently instead of face-planting.
"Ahem, Ikaros, calm down. I'm fine."
Nymph, who had seen the entire scene from start to finish, wore a strange expression. But since it involved her master, she didn't expose anything.
"Ikaros, don't worry too much. Master isn't that easy to hurt."
Seeing the faint worry in Ikaros's eyes, Franklin gently patted her head.
"I'm really fine. And Astraea didn't do anything wrong. It *is* time to eat. We'll be here waiting ten days anyway—we should prepare."
Saying so, Franklin pressed his palms together. "Sage Art: Two-Story Villa."
After visualizing the entire interior layout in his mind, countless vines rose from the ground.
A small two-story house took shape in an instant. Windows formed from extremely thin wood fiber, beds crafted from special cotton.
Franklin stepped inside, looked around at the layout identical to his home, and nodded in satisfaction.
Using his aura, he lifted the exhausted Astraea and floated her onto the sofa. Then he looked to Nymph and Ikaros.
"You two keep a close watch on the Divine Tree. I'm going out to get food. Going too long without eating affects mental stability. I can resist it, but there's no harm in eating—and Astraea clearly can't handle hunger at all."
Ikaros wanted to argue, but after glancing at Astraea on the sofa, she reluctantly nodded.
"Master, be careful. We'll watch the Divine Tree."
Franklin didn't waste words—he shot into the sky, heading toward the wild animals he sensed earlier.
It didn't take long for Franklin to return with a creature that looked somewhat like a deer. He skinned it, drained the blood, and cleaned the organs in one smooth sequence.
His long-unused molecular cooking—no, *atomic* cooking—made its return. Micro-level aura control, special catalysis of plant-based spices, and rich aroma spread through the air.
Astraea shot upright on the sofa at once and, in the blink of an eye, rushed to the roasted meat Franklin had just finished preparing.
"Master, can I eat? I can't wait anymore."
Seeing her eager expression, Franklin rubbed his forehead helplessly. He tore off a whole leg and handed it to her.
"It shouldn't be too hot for you. Just be careful not to let the oil drip all over yourself."
Astraea ignored his warning completely, taking the huge deer leg—bigger than her face—and devouring it with astonishing speed.
Nymph, although tempted, still maintained basic etiquette.
Franklin waved his hand casually—wooden stools, a wooden table, wooden utensils formed in an instant.
"Nymph, Ikaros, sit and wait for a moment. Your roasted meat is coming up."
He summoned the Soul Blade. Feeling its resistance, Franklin simply used it as a carving tool.
Refined roasted ribs, refined roasted belly meat, refined roasted leg meat—he plated everything neatly and set it in front of the two girls.
"Master… isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"Master…"
Nymph looked flustered, while Ikaros seemed ready to help. Franklin rested a hand on each of their shoulders and gently pushed them to sit.
"Don't worry about status or titles. I'm easygoing—I don't like any sort of hierarchy.
So don't get hung up on the whole 'Master' thing. If I didn't think suddenly removing your collars would make you uncomfortable, I'd have taken them off already."
Hearing this, Nymph hurriedly covered her collar. "Master, please don't do that. Without it, I'd definitely lose control."
"Master, I need the collar to stay linked to you."
Seeing their anxious expressions, Franklin placed sharp wooden knives and forks in their hands.
"Don't overthink it. I'm not removing them—at least not for now. And I can't yet anyway. What I *can* do is make sure that one day, you'll willingly remove them yourselves—because you believe you're my equals."
The two girls looked confused, but Franklin simply patted their heads with a smile.
"Enough thinking. Try my cooking. It's molecular-level cuisine."
Then Franklin turned toward Astraea. Seeing the mess of oil and spices covering the exposed curves of her chest, he cleared his throat.
"Sage Art: Napkin Technique."
He squatted down and tied an extremely absorbent napkin around her neck, completely blocking the view. Then he reached under it to wipe away the oil beneath.
"Thank you, Master. The meat is *so* delicious. I've never eaten anything this good in my life!"
Astraea's pure smile made Franklin feel downright guilty—he took advantage of her, and she still thanked him…
Shaking off the stray thoughts, he used water-based aura to clean her chest completely.
"Mind your manners. Act a little more ladylike. The rest is yours—don't rush."
Hearing this, Astraea's eyes sparkled again. She tried to throw herself into his arms, but Franklin pressed her back down.
"Your hands are covered in oil. Thank me after you're done eating."
"Yes, Master! Master is the best!"
Astraea's blissful smile made Franklin pat her head again. He created a large table and stool for her with a flick of his hand.
"Sit and eat slowly. Don't get yourself covered again."