The Villain's Story Chapter [503] The appetite of a dragon.

Chapter 503 [503] The appet.i.te of a dragon.

?'Munch!'

As the sound echoed throughout the room, Sabrina had only one look on her face as she witnessed the frightening sight of Alan wolfing down anything, and everything.

Even the bones would not be left and be treated the same as meat Infront of his teeth.

And how many steaks had he already eaten?

About fifty?

And how many sandwiches? A hundred.

"..."

She was truly speechless. Although she had heard the rumors of his ravenous appet.i.te from s.h.i.+elds cafeteria staff, who regarded him as their nightmare...it was hard to believe it to be true.

She didn't pay much attention to his eating habits and appet.i.te back in s.h.i.+eld, so she always thought that the rumours were a bit exaggerated...turns out they were an understatement. The sheer quant.i.ty of food he was devouring was sure to give her cooks a hard time.

She couldn't even hide his presence here, and the family was already aware of his existence because of the amount of food he was eating.

Her butler was right next to her, witnessing the display with the same expression of utter disbelief as Sabrina. He had a hard time imagining if this was actually a human or not.

Sabrina was also wondering the same.

'Maybe that's the appet.i.te of a dragon...'

She concluded, being more familiar with Alan.

"This food is great!"

He exclaimed, overjoyed at having a good meal after so long. He was now allergic to hose nutritional solutions.

"Miss...we have run out of ingredients."

The butler said after a while.

"...and the chefs are too tired to cook more."

He continued, and Sabrina stared at him with a solemn gaze. One which really asked...

'Really?'

"Sigh..."

She sighed, truly in awe at how much this man could eat.

"Thanks for the meal, and I apologize for intruding on you at such an hour."

At least he had the modesty to apologize and was also thankful.

"Don't be, I know the situation of the outside world right now."

"Thanks!"

Sabrina knew what was happening at the outside world. Of how people were desperately searching for Alan and everyone he had a relation with. Thinking about that however, made a certain thought appear in her head.

"How about..."

She hesitated to speak first, afraid of the answer it would bring. She had seen Alan clear the tower and everything he had gained...but had he...

"...is your sister?"

With much hesitation and reluctance, she finished her sentence. She was afraid of him becoming sad but instead he seemed quite happy. Before he even answered her back she sighed in relief, already knowing what was to come.

"She's alright now."

'Good.' She thought in her mind, somewhat relieved. After a.n.a.lyzing the situation a little bit, she asked her butler to leave the room. She wanted to discuss something with Alan, who was quite important, if not the pivot of the next move.

This was a matter known only to a few, but her butler was stubborn, he refused to leave. After much discussion, she managed to make him leave them alone for a while. He was a good servant, so she understood his concern.

Little did she know her butler was thinking about something else between the two. After he had left, She looked at Alan, who was wiping his mouth with a tissue and asked.

"How is everything?"

He showed a slight hint of confusion, Sabrina sighed and pointed a piece of paper on her desk. it was empty, but it should be enough for him to understand what she meant. He looked at the piece of paper, and with a solemn look on his face said:

"Oh."

Alan realized what she meant, he said to her.

"You are not coming. It's too dangerous."

"Ha?"

Sabrina, had a look of confusion on her face, It was a haughty one. She, clearly offended rebuked.

"Me? Not coming you say? Have you forgotten who found those coordinates? Who helped in creating the gate and spent sleepless nights inscribing the runes and coordinates on that troublesome material?"

"..."

Alan was speechless, clearly unable to come up with a reb.u.t.tal. Sabrina looked at him with disgust, which hurt him on the inside but he still remained firm.

"Do you know whose connections it was that was used to get those materials? Whose money? Whose investments?"

He let her continue, but he finally had a reb.u.t.tal to this.

"That was your grandfather."

"I am his granddaughter! The one who directly brought it to him and made him agree!"

She went up and grabbed his ears, shaking his head left to right. But Alan was still adamant.

"I am not letting you go i-"

"Who said you have any authority over this?!"

"I am the one who pl-"

"Ha?!"

"I am the one who planned it, and also the one capable of using it, and enabling the people who will ent-"

"Alan."

He felt a chill run down his spine and felt it was necessary to stop after she mentioned his name, she stopped shaking his head and pulling his ears, and got closer. The distance between their lips was minimal, and her soft voice echoed out, paired with her breath. Alan could smell her breath at this distance.

"I. Am. Going."

She tried to act coy, or cute or whatever it was, But Alan had already built up a defense around it. Her charms worked on him no longer.

"I am going."

On second thought, she wasn't acting coy, rather her face depicted her intentions to rip Alan apart. Before he could even say anything to refute, she patted his head and smiled.

"..."

He was speechless, she was clearly different. Acting entire different from what he remembered. She was cold, and mostly didn't pay attention to anyone, even him most of the time from what he remembered but now...

Was she simply that excited by the prospect of spatial travel? At the prospect of travelling to another planet?

She was the studious type...so Alan merely chalked it up to her inside nerd being awakened at the endeavor Twilight and the Wellingtons would embark on soon enough.

Provided it went smoothly...perhaps it would finally propel Twilight to rank 1.