For someone with an extreme lack of culinary research, someone who could turn Magic Bread into stink-sock flavor, this was probably the most carefully prepared food Angel had made in his life.
Davaxia looked utterly incredulous as he exclaimed excitedly, "This—is this for Davaxia?"
Angel nodded calmly. "Yes, for adorable Davaxia."
Angel had deliberately added the prefix "adorable," and at once, Davaxia's squinting eyes, squeezed into slits by fat, gleamed brightly.
"Yes, I am the most adorable Davaxia!"
Having regained his confidence, Davaxia took a fierce breath toward the plate.
The Demon Nourishing Meat dipped in Floating Imp tears was sucked into Davaxia's mouth in one gulp. He chewed for a moment before swallowing it.
"Huh?" After finishing it, Davaxia suddenly let out a surprised sound.
Angel looked at Davaxia, feeling slightly nervous inside.
"Although the dessert doesn't have much flavor, it has such rich source power! It feels as though the walls of my stomach are being gently massaged by a pair of soft hands. So comfortable!" Davaxia's face was full of delight. "Wonderful! Adorable Davaxia could eat another thousand plates!"
Seeing Davaxia beaming with joy, Angel finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed this dish he had painstakingly prepared had not been disliked.
Had he muddled through this hurdle?
While Davaxia shouted excitedly, Angel slowly turned his gaze toward the long banquet table.
There were eight seats in total around the long table. Three seats stood on each side, each furnished with a set of tableware. At the head and foot of the table were two opposing principal seats, each likewise set with tableware.
This meant that, aside from himself, there were seven guests at this dinner. Misty Gold and Davaxia occupied one seat each, leaving five guests yet to arrive.
Angel did not know how the