Soon, Green found his smile again, seemingly remembering the contract. The joy of discovering a spell was his greatest pleasure; that contract alone was enough to satisfy him.
"Sir, you still haven't told me the name of this spell. I know it's on the contract, but I've been lying here this whole time and haven't had a clear look at it." Green had clearly regained his composure.
"The Inverted Cup."
Ruger spoke softly and tilted his head back to take his first sip.
But he did not drink from the square, dark green cup he had just shaped with the spell. Instead, he used the one he had promised to give Green, the lower-level cup.
Different cups brought different sensations.
Soon, after closing his eyes to savor the sensation for a moment, he took a second sip, this time from his own dark green cup.
The difference between the cups was not merely a matter of the demons' power levels. He carefully examined the sensation. Having seen Green's demonstration, he took only a small sip the second time. Apart from their power levels, everything else should theoretically have been stripped away, leaving only the chaos rooted in the demons' essence. Yet they tasted different. He had already suspected as much. Simply put, the chaos of different demons had different flavors.
It was difficult to describe, but this seemingly recreational spell appeared capable of helping him discern the essence of demons, or at least offering him a new perspective.
Even demonic chaos had different flavors.
Ruger settled into his Old Recliner and slowly savored his drink, cup in hand.
He had to admit that Serious Mouse and Little Fairy had improved their craft yet again.
After every sip, Ruger paused for a while.
Green had drained his drink from an Apprentice-Level