What Do Witches Taste Like?

That evening, on the Seventh Floor, in the small dining hall.

The seven witches sat on either side of the long table, looking at the unfamiliar dishes before them.

Braised pork, sweet-and-sour ribs, mapo tofu, steamed sea bass, garlic vegetables, crab roe tofu, chicken soup...

The entire long table was covered with food.

Typhon picked up a piece of braised pork with her chopsticks, put it into her mouth, and chewed. Her eyes lit up.

"Delicious!"

Sekhmet lay sprawled across the table, her chopsticks set aside.

"...Don't want to move."

Typhon picked up a piece of meat so tender it did not need chewing and placed it in Sekhmet's mouth.

Minerva picked up some greens with her chopsticks and savored them carefully.

"Not bad."

Carmilla sipped the chicken soup in small mouthfuls, her light-red eyes full of warmth.

Daphne stood beside the stove, her dark gray eyes "watching" the fish in the pot.

"Higashino Makoto, the fish is ready."

She carried over a platter of steamed sea bass and set it on the table.

Satella sat in the corner, holding a bowl of white rice as her purple eyes looked at the dishes.

The chopsticks in her hand trembled faintly.

She had not eaten with her friends in four hundred years.

Beatrice sat beside her, her cream-colored twin tails hanging over her shoulders as her blue eyes watched Satella.

"Miss Satella, you don't know how to use chopsticks? Betty will teach you, I suppose."

"Okay."

Beatrice picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of fish, and placed it in Satella's bowl.

"Like this. Pick it up gently. Don't use too much force, I suppose."

Satella copied her, picked up a piece of fish, and put it into her mouth. The fish was tender and melted on her tongue, carrying the