As someone with an extreme lack of culinary research, who could concoct magic bread with a taste of smelly socks, this was probably the food Angel had put the most effort into preparing in his life.
Davasia exclaimed in disbelief, "Is this for Davasia?"
Angel nodded lightly and said, "Yes, for the lovely Davasia."
Angel deliberately added the prefix "lovely," which made Davasia's eyes, squeezed into slits by his fat, instantly sparkle with bright light.
"Yes, I am the loveliest Davasia!"
Regaining his confidence, Davasia took a sharp breath toward the plate.
The magic marrow meat, dipped in the tears of a little floating demon, was inhaled into Davasia's mouth in one go. He chewed for a moment and then swallowed it down.
"Eh?" Davasia suddenly uttered after eating.
Angel looked at Davasia, feeling slightly nervous.
