After passing through a long, ancient corridor.
Mary Shaw, leading many maidservants behind her, looked at the figure seated upon the throne.
His gaze was calm, and an inscrutable smile rested on his lips.
Without any hesitation, she bowed.
"Your Majesty, good day. It is time to eat."
Due to their lower status, the servants behind her all knelt completely on the ground.
They held the food above their heads while kneeling, allowing their foreheads to touch the floor, making themselves appear even more humble.
Then.
Very quickly.
Dish after dish was laid out.
There were so many that an ordinary person would feel utterly dazzled at a single glance, their mind eroded in the process.
And the soul-melting, bone-eroding fragrance would cause the souls and bodies of anyone who came into contact with it to dissolve of their own accord and become part of the feast.
Adding an extra touch of flavor to these already extraordinarily rare delicacies!
Not only were the ingredients for these dishes exceedingly rare, requiring countless gatherers to roam everywhere and collect them through endless violence and bloodshed, but they were all supreme delicacies created by master chefs using curses, gu arts, immortal arts, demon arts... combined with exquisite culinary skill.
The process was so complicated that calling it pill-making and medicine refining would not be wrong in the slightest.
However.
After the countless delicacies, complete in color, fragrance, and taste, had been arranged, and some time had passed.
Mary Shaw, standing nearby, noticed that Orsaga had made no move to eat at all.
So, after hesitating for a moment, she softly asked:
"Your Majesty, why are you not dining?"
"Does today's food not suit your palate?"
After speaking, she also asked:
"Would you like me to replace the chefs and have them prepare other