At this moment, Hilbert's hall had been divided into two sections, light and dark.
Though he no longer had much to fear, he still gave all parties some face... at least, he had made sufficient preparations before turning the dark hall into a viewing room.
Other than Russell and Carpenter, no one else could open that hidden door and enter this comfortably furnished little chamber.
At its center stood the largest and most comfortable reclining sofa, woven from vines. On the small tea table beside it sat delicate pastries, delicious fruit, and a pot of fruit wine wreathed in icy blossoms.
Behind and to the right of that chair stood two slightly smaller reclining chairs woven from metal wire. The small table shared between them was likewise laden with food and juice made from this world's ingredients.
Though they looked much the same, their preparation methods were entirely different, and their flavors differed somewhat as well.
But Russell and Carpenter would not care about those differences... they knew perfectly well that their teacher had always been generous. If he did not give them something, it naturally meant they lacked the fortune to enjoy it.
Thanks to that Aislin, Hill had gathered quite a few refined and luxurious recipes this time... in other words, recipes that wasted an enormous amount of ingredients.
Devils in any world particularly pursued such indulgence.
What they wanted was naturally not the taste of the food itself, but rather the fact that... in a world where material resources were so scarce, every act of waste represented the blood and tears of the poor.
The more openly those nobles pursued the extravagance of wine and meat rotting behind vermilion gates, the more countless frozen bones there would naturally be beneath them.
The flavor produced by blending the