Elysia listened with great interest as the head chef explained several dishes, but then she lost interest. Seeing this, the chef tactfully stopped talking and did not disturb their meal.
"Would you like some wine?"
Elysia looked at the Valkyries!
Come to think of it, although they were Valkyries who had lived for who knew how many years, this was probably their first time dining in such a way!
Or rather, they rarely experienced the lives of modern humans like this.
"I'll have—"
Hlökk seemed a little interested, but Hrist said bluntly,
"No drinking in the morning!"
"That's true. Then please bring us some juice and soft drinks."
Elysia looked at the attendant nearby. Upon hearing that, the attendant hurried off to prepare the juice and drinks.
Breakfast was quite pleasant. The food itself was secondary; what mattered was the excellent environment. No one disturbed them, allowing them to enjoy their meal in peace.
Even though Elysia and the others were exceptionally beautiful and made no effort to hide it, the chefs and attendants nearby neither stared nor asked questions. With their high salaries came excellent professional standards.
Although the food here was undeniably good, and a meal costing over a hundred thousand was not expensive, neither Elysia nor the Valkyries found it particularly delicious.
Elysia had eaten too many delicacies from countless worlds. Moreover, whether as the omnipotent maid or the Herrscher of Food, her own cooking had been no worse than that of this restaurant's head chef.
There was even less need to mention the Valkyries. They had guided the heroic souls of humanity from this world for over a million years. Among them were not only warriors, but famous figures from every profession.
That naturally included history's greatest chefs and culinary gods.
The thirteen Valkyries managed