Roland was old and had to go to bed early. Around nine o'clock, he said he was sleepy and retired to his room. Kevan helped him in returning to his quarters. Just as she reached the doorway, he turned back and instructed Larissa, "Clean the table."

Larissa paused for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgment. "Okay,"

Edmund and the others had left together, so only Larissa was in the main house. This New Year's Eve dinner was sumptuous, and the table was adorned with a wide array of dishes. As the six of them had not consumed much, there was a considerable amount of leftovers. Larissa felt uncertain about how to handle them, as Kevan had not provided clear instructions.

Just as she was in a dilemma, Ben came over with some maids, and they discarded the leftovers into the trash. When they were about to throw the pie, Larissa stopped them. "Ben, can I take this away?"

She had spent the whole afternoon making it. Even if no one ate it, she couldn't let it be thrown away like that. For