Click!
The cutlery clattered above a tempered glass table, then silence followed.
Across the table sat dishes capable of reducing even a noble's heir into a drooling mess.
From his peripheral vision, Azazel could see the well grilled boar, seasoned with a rare spice which made the aroma several times stronger than it already was.
Smaller dishes like seafood and rice were spread across the table.
Expensive wine decorated glasses of the finest quality, yet in all the splendor of such a magnificent arrangement, Azazel didn't dare dig in.
Of course he didn't.
Sitting across him on the other end of the table was Leona.
Azazel gulped then turned his face away.
'Hah… I'm the fool for worrying about this witch! How dare she torment me with the very thing I was craving for, not even enemies torment each other with food, she is evil, she's a witch, a witch!'
Leona noticed his expression, then frowned.
"Don't you have something to say, Azazel?"
