"…My lady, are you sure we'll be able to eat this?" Shakti questioned.
In front of her, there was a black bowl filled with a vibrantly red broth.
The soup contained chunks of white cubes that looked a bit firm, yet spongy. There was also a generous amount of minced beef and scallions.
In another bowl, there was a large pile of pristine white rice. It was more than enough to feed the whole cult or host Big Country's family reunion.
"I'm pretty sure." Vermeil smiled innocently. "You're not afraid of a little spice are you?"
"I… don't think so?" Shakti tilted her head.
"Oh, right.." Vermeil finally remembered that the asanbosam had only been on a rare meat diet for a long time now.
She looked down at her delicious bowl of edible magma and suddenly began to feel just a bit bad.
"Ah… Maybe I should've made you all something a bit less intense for your first meal. But my husband looked so cute when he begged me for this..."
