The New God of Demons [The Promised Neverland]

Chapter 35: Uncovered Lies and an Alliance [REWRITTEN]

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[•3rd POV•]
It was an early morning, a morning that Luna and the others were looking forward to, especially when they had to talk to the trio. But that had ti wait as they were now eating breakfast.

"Hmm..." Emma hummed as she intensely glared at her spoon, making the other three look at her in confusion.

"Is something wrong Emma?" Norman asked.

"I just realized something. Spoons look like shovel."

"Hah?" Ray gave her an incredulous look as Luna chuckled.

"You're right, they do look alike." The bluenette mused as she looked at her own spoon.

"Then does that mean spoons are shovels or are shovels spoon?" Emma asked as she waved her spoon around.

"I think shovels are spoon." Norman remarked unsurely as he went into thinking mode, totally wanting to answer the incredulous question for the tangerine. Simp.

"Oh my god, it is way too early for this." Ray remarked tiredly as he aggressively started eating his food, his face showing just how done he is with those two.

"Oh c'mon Ray~ loosen up every once in awhile, this is actually a fun question." Luna prompted with a nudge.

"Shut up." The emo grumbled, but the bluenette just ignored him as she went into thinking mode as well. You know what they say: like brother, like sister.

"Well if we look at it in a historical aspect; spoons were assumed invented about somewhere in the 1000 BC in Ancient Egypt, since Historians couldn't determine the exact time the spoon was invented, but archaeologists can point to evidence from Egypt thus the time. Shovels meanwhile were were made during the Neolithic and Early Bronze Age, about 5,000 years ago, in Britain. There were recent discoveries that Bronze Age tools have provided further evidence of prehistoric mining practices and the extraction of metal from its ore. A wooden shovel that was discovered at Alderley Edge copper mines in Cheshire, has been dated back to approximately 1750 BC. Albeit we should also consider what man did during the early years of hunting and how they make their food in order to—"

"Luna!" Ray called her out of her mumbling.

"Eh?"

"You were mumbling."

"I was? Jeez, I guess the habit is rubbing off on me too."

"Rubbing off? So you know someone who would mumble like that?"

"...Yes..."

"Oooh! That's cool! You should tell us about them after breakfast! But first, are shovel's spoon? Or are spoons shovels? I'm really curious, and Luna's dialogue just made me confused, but thanks for the fun facts."

"Long story short, spoons are shovels since they scoop up things when in used."

"I'd like to agree with that! What do you think Norman?"

"....."

"Norman, I swear to god, don't be a—"

"Yes, Emma, spoons are shovels."

"Uggggh."

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Luna was washing the dishes with Gilda silently when Don came walking in between them, crushing the silence with the question most of them were thinking of the past few days.

"So, when are the trio gonna tell us the truth?" He asked, making Luna sigh tiredly and Gilda sweatdrop.

"Those three will be the death of me I swear to my uncle's grave." The bluenette gritted through teeth as a vein popped on her forehead.