The moment Angel saw what Gloria was doing, he knew that by "let me have a look," she had really meant "let me have a taste."
Though at a loss for words, Angel could not help warning her, "Careful. It might be poisonous."
With patterns that vivid, it was practically a breeding ground for toxins.
Gloria swallowed it in one bite. Chewing loudly, she said without a care, "If I were afraid of poison, I couldn't be a Gourmet Wizard."
Apart from certain bloodline wizards, Gourmet Wizards could be said to have the highest natural resistance to poison in the Wizarding World. For the sake of food, they would charge forward one after another, even knowing it was poisonous. With that fearless spirit, they had techniques for avoiding and expelling poison from their very first apprentice spells.
So Gloria truly did not care whether it was poisonous.
Angel was close to Gloria and naturally knew that. The reason he had warned her anyway was—
Gloria had probably forgotten that the body she was using now was not her flesh-and-blood body in reality.
Gloria still did not care. She chewed even louder, closing her eyes to feel the food's texture with her teeth and seek the truth of its flavor with her tongue.
Fortunately, the mushroom was not highly poisonous, and nothing serious happened to Gloria.
But her skin turned waxy yellow and stiff, like the bark of a dead tree.
"It's only mildly poisonous. I'm fine. I can expel it myself, but I'll leave it for now so I can experience the ingredient's true effects." Gloria paid the symptoms little mind. Her only regret was that her skin had lost its moisture, making her hair and makeup look dull. She would have to touch up her makeup often. It took