Rose Iron Prison, canteen.
After the interrogation of the substitute reaper was over, Aiden and Kael sat here eating their belated dinner.
"This canteen of yours is pretty interesting, actually thinking of making dishes with blood." Kael cleaned his plate of the stir-fried blood with a spoon, burped contentedly, and said, "I can only say, well done!"
"We imprison not just your sister here, but also other blood-kind. Every day when we purchase meat from the slaughterhouse, we also get some fresh blood. Since it can't be stored for long, the extra is used in cooking. In fact, we have blood sausages here too," Aiden replied indifferently from across him.
"Lucky me, for a blood-kind like myself, the biggest daily concern is about meals. If all the restaurants could do this, we wouldn't need to always look for farms and slaughterhouses," Kael shook his head and sighed, "People only remember they can eat livestock innards and blood when they're poor or during wars."
