Dinner

Demps did not advocate directly peering into the lord's true form.

Leaving aside whether Han Dong could withstand the mental pressure and the various images capable of stirring primal fear.

Such prying was, in itself, rather impolite.

Fortunately, Han Dong had been secretly observing through the concealed Lesser Demon Eye. The lord seemed not to have noticed—or perhaps had noticed but did not care much.

As Demps quietly massaged him.

Han Dong gradually calmed down and revealed a satisfied smile beneath his mask before sending a message back.

"Looking won't kill anyone... Besides, I did see some 'crucial' things."

"Oh? How crucial?"

"Crucial enough to infer the 'essence.' We'll talk when we get back to our rooms."

The two masked men stopped communicating.

The candlelight flickered.

The lord slowly floated down from the second-floor platform of the banquet hall, landing precisely at the host's seat.

The hands supporting the sun and moon remained unchanged.

The hands crossed over the chest slowly lowered to either side of the tableware, gripping the knife and fork.

An ethereal voice came from beneath the holy robe. It did not seem to originate from the head; rather, the entire body seemed to be speaking.

"Please enjoy the food I have carefully prepared for everyone. This includes the four humans who have traveled from afar. I have also prepared local Italian cuisine for you, which should suit your tastes."

The pig-headed chef served appetizers to the honored guests.

"Perugia-Style Sashimi"

Tender fish slices garnished with parsley and drizzled with rich meat sauce gave off an irresistible aroma, making some aberrations born in small tribes or unaccustomed to refined dining unable to restrain themselves.

Every "diner" had received a special reminder before the meal—never reveal any sign of "discomfort" before the lord.

However, the aberrations liking it