"This place is… a little frightening," Rosalind said. She does not believe in ghosts but the red hue that was cast by the lanterns was making her think of something else. It was making her shiver, sending chills down her spine.
He only laughed in response.
"Do you not like the food?"
"Oh… A goose, right?" she looked at the food on her plate. The fragrance coming from the sauce made her smile. "This is my first time eating something so fancy." A goose wasn't exactly fancy, however, a demonic goose is something very rare.
Earlier, she was informed that this restaurant served demonic meat that they raised themselves. Apparently, this was a delicacy— something that she never had the chance to taste even in her previous life.
He reached out and started cutting the meat on her plate.
"I heard that the Duke already married someone in the past. Do you bring all those women to a place like this?" she could not help but ask, unable to stop herself.
