“That’s a surprising thing for someone to say who’s just been thrown in
jail for acting like an egomaniac. So what’re you gonna do after the war ends
and you’re actually free?”
“Right. I’ve never imagined that.” After thinking for a while, Gremmy
played it off as a joke and shrugged. “Maybe I’ll try cooking? If I just try
random stuff, then I might come up with something I couldn’t have imagined
—that seems like it’d be entertaining.”
Liltotto couldn’t tell whether Gremmy’s words were serious, and she also
answered in a way that made it difficult to tell if she was joking. “Make sure
it’s something that you wouldn’t be able to imagine the taste of based on how
it looks. If you so much as think that something looks spicy, even strawberry
jam would end up like habanero sauce.”
“I’ll take that into account. Next time I make food, maybe I’ll imagine a
super high-calorie cookie that’ll fatten you up with a single bite.”
Liltotto pulled a new donut out of the bag and said with a sarcastic smile,
“Well, I’ll at least try a taste of it. I’m expecting great things, scum.”
After that absurd conversation, the two of them went their separate ways.
Liltotto joined up with Bambietta and the others while Gremmy took along
the Quincy he had created from his imagination, Guenael Lee, and they
headed into their war with the Soul Reapers.
They didn’t realize that conversation would be the last words they would
say to each other.