Before Angel sat an exquisite dinner plate.
On the plate drifted a mass of cloudlike mist.
The mist shifted constantly. Through its changing outlines, thick and thin, Angel could occasionally glimpse scenes within—ethereal layers of mountains one moment, a palace cradled by peaks the next... At this very moment, the varying shades of mist had sketched out a lovely young girl swinging on a swing.
Such ever-changing mist could well be called a work of art.
Angel praised it inwardly, yet lowered his head without hesitation and inhaled. The mist immediately streamed into his body.
Strangely enough, Angel had thought this sort of mist would make him choke, but it did not. The moment he inhaled it, he felt a coolness rush straight to his mind, like enlightenment poured over his head, prying open his old, rigid thoughts one by one.
"This is Wilson's gaseous spirit. It can keep one's thoughts lucid for a long time."
As Angel immersed himself in the lingering sensation left by the mist, Sanders' voice sounded beside his ear.
"This plate of mist contains the fusion of at least a hundred gaseous forms, enough to reach Wilson's level. To accomplish this much, you truly deserve to be called the pinnacle of the Southern Region's food wizards."
As Sanders praised her, Gloria, seated across from Angel, smiled lazily. "To receive praise from Lord Phantom Demon is such an honor. Yet when I used to run my restaurant, you never spoke like this. Is it because you feel guilty about eating a meal from me for free?"
Sanders cast Gloria a cool sideways glance and did not reply.
After speaking, Gloria looked at Angel again. "Today's dinner was specially prepared to celebrate your breakthrough. Unfortunately, all the ingredients went into the Purifying World Feast, so it is