After sitting down at the table, Velin wasted no words and announced the start of the banquet.
At his words, everyone picked up their knives and forks and began enjoying the food.
Watching the silver-haired boy grab a piece of roast meat and start gnawing on it, Glaierd waved his hand, placing a mark inside both him and the blonde girl to help them store the excess blood energy. Otherwise, the blood energy contained in the food could make their bodies burst.
After painstakingly finishing the roast meat in his hands, the silver-haired boy was about to reach for another piece when he noticed several empty plates already piled up in front of the black-haired young man.
"Amazing!"
Sitting beside him, Celeste heard the little fellow's remark and almost spat out the wine he had just sipped.
Turning to look at the silver-haired boy, he felt certain that the little fellow had a particular passion for eating.
The silver-haired boy looked at Celeste, who was watching him, and asked in a clear, bright voice, "Uncle, is there something on my face?"
"Don't call me Uncle. You should call me Teacher," Celeste said gently, reaching out to pat the silver-haired boy's head.
"Yes, Teacher," the silver-haired boy replied.
"All right, keep eating, or there won't be anything left soon."
"Okay."
Seeing how polite the little fellow was, Celeste felt certain he would respect his teacher in the future.
At that moment, all of Velin's attention was on the food. He had no idea that Celeste was taking a dig at him.
An hour later, Velin leaned back in his chair. Looking at the now-empty table, he rubbed his belly contentedly.
Although the food was not as delicious as Kyle's cooking, it was still quite good.
"Hilda."
"Master." Hilda, who had been