He had not expected that the few commands he had casually issued through his Mental Imprint would be executed so seriously and diligently by that legendary mole of the Empire Capital. To conceal his true intentions from prying eyes, he had even specifically organized a culinary skills and chef exchange event in the Empire Capital. The seminar's theme was even designated as "beef." They were just short of holding a few beef-themed cooking duels.
I guess this also counts as contributing to the culinary desert of the Empire, doesn't it?
I hope Her Royal Highness remembers my painstaking efforts when the time comes and rewards me a bit more generously.
While Shiayar muttered to himself, he retrieved several sizzling, oil-dripping skewers from the gradually fading black flames, under the resentful gaze of the little white ferret.
