"How is it? Tasty?"
She asked with a sweet smile that curved her pale lips, though her crimson eyes watched me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.
I swallowed the cold, mushy pulp, forcing a bright expression onto my face.
"It's the best food I've ever eaten in this world!"
I replied with absolute conviction.
And I wasn't lying.
Technically, this was a gourmet meal compared to the horrors she had served me previously.
The black soups made of writhing void sludge. The salads composed of screaming moss. The steaks carved from beasts that were still regenerating on the plate.
Every single meal she had provided before this moment had nearly sent me straight to the afterlife.
If not for ever stoic teacher Zephyr forcing me to build a high immunity to lethal poisons back at the academy, I would have died foaming at the mouth on my first day in this tower.
