A few weak women were tasting delicacies in the hall.
Violet showed appreciation for Angelica's culinary skills, and even Catherine, who always considered Angelica a rival, had to admit that the gap between her own cooking and Angelica's was even wider than the gap in their strength.
If the Crimson Valkyrie were to cook personally, the plate would only contain some charred objects that looked like burnt charcoal.
After these days of living, Karlin's nutritionally deprived condition had slightly improved, with a bit more luster on her skin and hair, though she still remained thin, a situation that couldn't change in a short time.
Suddenly, Violet, who was drinking a cup of strawberry juice, paused, her eyebrows imperceptibly furrowed.
"Master Violet, does the strawberry juice not suit your taste?" Angelica asked carefully, "There is also apple juice, orange juice..."
