Likewise, after Bavangshi, Merlutsyn, and Barghest each took a few bites of the court banquet food, their throats convulsed, their little faces scrunched into knots, and their complexions turned greener and greener, as if bile might spill out at any moment.
However, under Morgan's gloomy gaze, the three of them somehow managed not to publicly vomit those biochemical products.
Only then did Bavangshi and the others, whose palates Samael had spoiled, realize that their guardian had inadvertently raised the quality of their food by several eras.
Having learned their lesson, the three little ones no longer dared eat carelessly. In perfect unspoken coordination, they set down their knives and forks, turned toward Samael, and gazed at him with deep feeling as they unconsciously licked their lips.
To be honest, they rather missed the plain, unadorned braised pork from home.
Samael could only offer a bitter smile. Faced with a table full of culinary horrors, he found it equally difficult to make a move.
Just as the ancient serpent hesitated, amid the dull clatter of armor plates, the Sun Knight stepped forward, dropped to one knee in the center of the hall, and made a solemn proposal to the King of Knights on the second floor.
"My King, this banquet is far too dull. I wish to invite one of the warriors present to test swordsmanship with me and provide entertainment for everyone."
Yet those blue eyes turned openly toward Samael at the side, their meaning impossible to mistake.
Damn, are you really going to give us a live round of fatherly love and filial piety?
Samael, who had been singled out, did not know whether to laugh or cry.
"Gawain! Do you know what you are doing?!"
Morgan shot to her feet with a dark expression, slamming her hand against