"Did you start a fight with a Final Cycle Albedo magus because of a cake?!"
"No, it was because he was a bully!"
Instead of continuing the argument, Marien bit into her cake. Immediately, her eyes widened, and an expression of absolute bliss came over her face.
"Mmmm!"
She closed her eyes and chewed slowly, making even more ecstatic moans.
Reynard stared at her for a second, then couldn't fight his own curiosity anymore.
He took a small bite of his cake.
His eyes widened.
An explosion of taste spread over his tongue. It was a perfect mix of savory with a bit of sweetness, of dough and stuffing, Ying and Yang. Never in his two lives had Reynard tasted anything as delicious.
'Is this how five-star cooking tastes? No, this has to be better! This is literal magic!'
Reynard felt the Earth mana of the ingredients in the cake enter his body and flow into his Athanor. This natural way of absorbing mana was less effective than just meditating on it, but it was so much more pleasant!
