The texture—crispy, soft, stretchy. The taste—explosive. The cheese melted so beautifully I momentarily forgot how to breathe. The tomato sauce… gods, the tomato sauce! And the meat—savory, juicy, perfectly seasoned.
My fingers curled against my dress as I took another bite. Then another. By the fifth bite I didn't even bother being graceful.
I didn't want to stop. But then something else was placed before me.
"This is a Hamburger, milady," Coffi said again, chest puffed in pride for her lady.
A… sandwich-looking thing.
I lifted it skeptically. But the moment I bit into it?
Shock. Absolute shock. Bread. Meat. Sauce. Fresh greens. The combination was insane—mind-bending—something no royal chef had ever done in the capital.
I wanted to scream.
My father, King Vael himself, sat straighter and loudly declared, "This—THIS—is food crafted by the gods!"
