An Older Sister Skilled at Serving

As the famous feast was ceremoniously brought to the table, Melly took one look at it, and her eager expression froze on her face.

There was a golden-brown pie, with seven kinds of fish—sardines, tuna, mullet, herring, dogfish, cod, and more—stuck into it. Their heads protruded from the crust, their pale, horrifying eyes staring straight up at the sky as though they had died with grievances unresolved. Its appearance was profoundly shocking.

The strange blend of sweet and salty smells made Melly's nose itch, leaving her on the verge of sneezing.

And when the pastry was torn open, the marinated roasted fish inside came in all varieties: some had sharp teeth and showed signs of demonic mutation; some were blackened and swollen, like pitted crocodile skin; others were red streaked with white, clearly half-raw...

In short, the ingredients were doing their utmost to demonstrate their inedibility.

Tch. Ever since Uruk, that bastard Merlin had actually developed the famous dish he had casually mentioned back then.

The scorched smell and fishy stench drifting over immediately stirred Samael's old memories.

Amid nostalgia and mockery, the ancient serpent's lips curled upward.

"I ordered it especially for you. Eat up, don't be shy."

Back in the Reed Plains, Anna and he had been traumatized by Merlin's cooking.

Now that karma had come around, it was time to let another Mentor of Kings have a taste.

"I'd better not. This older sister is a dream demon who feeds on dreams. Human food doesn't do me much good if I eat too much of it."

Melly blinked sincerely and quietly pushed that sanity-draining thing aside.

That excuse was exactly the same as that trash Merlin's back then...

The bizarre sense of time, space, and people being misaligned left Samael slightly dazed.

"We've reached Cornwall. What are