"…"
With the warm steam of the pot touching his face, Kiernan silently took off his cook's apron and headed to the exit.
"Kiernan, where are you going?!"
The chef asked with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
"I'm sorry, Chef, but I can't work here anymore."
Kiernan said, and left the kitchen.
"What?!"
The chef cried out, and the rest of the cooks looked around in surprise. They didn't understand what happened, as he was doing really well.
Without giving them an explanation, Kiernan returned to his room, brought out his bag from his inventory, and stuffed his clothes and belongings into it.
Since he didn't want his room to look empty, like he didn't have any belongings, he took out all his stuff from his inventory to give his room some life.
Especially his clothes, as he frequently changed his clothes, and if someone checked his room and didn't see his clothes anywhere, they might wonder where the hell he was getting them.
