Touching the mark on his forehead, he moved his thought, and the crescent-shaped silver mark automatically disappeared.
Returning to his seat, Velin looked up at the saintess in the center of the tree canopy, waiting for her announcement.
Returning to the center, Ishtarana began the ritual.
The moonlight fell, washing away the mental fatigue of everyone.
At the same time, in front of the stone table, seventeen dishes slowly appeared, arranged in the order of nine in the front and eight in the back.
Sniffing the delicate fragrance, Velin instantly felt a sense of hunger, but the ritual was not yet over, so he could only wait a little longer.
"I hereby announce that the one thousand one hundred and thirty-seventh Trial of the Moon has officially ended. For the next six hours, you may enjoy the food here."
"Trial-takers who wish to leave may call upon Alp Island directly."
"May the light of my God shine upon you."
As the words fell, the figure of Ishtar-Moon turned into a beam of light and disappeared before everyone.
Seeing this situation, Velin sat down and directly began to enjoy the food.
Compared to before the banquet started, one dish and two bottles of wine were missing.
However, for him, it did not matter whether there was wine or not, as long as the food was delicious enough.
Gnathalv, sitting on the right, looked at Velin's actions, left one dish, and when the plate in front of Velin was completely empty, pushed the remaining sixteen dishes in front of him.
Velin, who had not yet tasted the flavors of these dishes, couldn't help but turn his head to look at Gnathalv.
"Please."
"Big Brother Gnathalv, since you put it that way, I won't stand on ceremony."
After saying that, Velin devoted himself