Verna leaned in and sniffed, then exclaimed excitedly, "Such a curious ingredient! Is it for me to eat?"
Elder Brother was startled, "This isn't for people to eat..."
"Why not for people to eat?" Verna protested, "Elder Brother, have some courage. As long as they're properly handled, foods eaten by the Demon Clan and wild beasts can actually be quite delicious!"
Owen Bertram, with a headache, tried to scare her: "This is food for ghosts!"
Verna suddenly realized, "Ah, so that's how it is, no wonder I thought it was so strange." Then she looked at him pitifully, "I just want to taste it, just one bite."
Owen Bertram's forehead veins bulged: "No! That would be asking for trouble."
"It won't be, really." Verna swore solemnly.
But this thing was imbued with the memories of hundreds of human grandmasters, how dare Owen Bertram let her eat it? If she absorbed those memories... would his sister still be his sister?
