Bad Girl Freya

In the courtyard's tiny kitchen, a sneaky little hand carefully pushed open the window and reached toward a plate of crystal-clear food on the stove.

Smack!

At the crisp sound of the strike, Freya, who was busy by the oven, noticed the intruder at once. She grabbed a spatula and rapped the pale hand on the back, then planted her hands on her hips and scolded it angrily.

"Habetrotrot, it's not lunchtime yet. No sneaking food!"

"What did you make? I've traveled all over the Nameless Forest, and I've never seen anything this pretty and fragrant."

Caught red-handed, the weaving fae awkwardly climbed in through the window and stared fixedly at the gleaming, jiggly delicacy on the stove, unable to stop herself from slurping at her drool.

"Samael told me that the Saxons have a specialty called pudding. I spent a long time recreating it with ingredients from the Nameless Forest."

Hearing Habetrotrot's unspoken praise, Freya eagerly lifted the plate and happily introduced the crystal-clear finished product to one of her few friends.

The girl certainly had reason to be proud. The pudding before them resembled the kind Samael had tasted in a later age, while in the current fifth century, the Saxons themselves had only a vague idea of what this traditional food was supposed to be.

Moreover, pudding had originally evolved from "pudding cloth," mixed with blood sausage. It was mainly meant to fill the stomach, and its flavor and appearance could easily be imagined.

Based on the finished product alone, the creativity Freya displayed in cooking had already surpassed that of most fae. Even Samael would have been amazed by how faithfully she had recreated it.

The sweet scent also made Habetrotrot's appetite stir wildly, and saliva streamed from her mouth.

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