This story is not related to the main story, and is only an interlude.“Cologne! Cologne! Cologne!” Berlin called repeatedly.“Noisy! You don't need to call me so many times. What do you need, huh?” Cologne, who had just finished cooking, was disturbed by Berlin's call.Berlin pointed at the dining table. “Where did you put my favorite pretzel?” she asked.“You called me just to find out where your pretzel is?” Cologne couldn't believe it, she rushed over to Berlin just to answer Berlin's trivial question.“Just answer it.”Damn it, why did Berlin always tell her what to do? Wasn't he the owner of this house? Why was he always the one who ended up being ordered around, by such an ignorant passenger.“I already ate. What do you want, huh?” Cologne challenged in disgust. “Don't call me again just to answer your weird questions,” she said lazily. She then casually walked out of the dining room.Berlin's face turned sour. He then ran after Cologne, and rammed the young man's body hard. Bef