As Doria and I made our way through the castle's winding corridors, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It wasn't just the demon guards trailing us; it was as if every shadow held eyes trained on me, judging, scrutinizing. Despite the luxurious surroundings, a sense of unease nestled in the pit of my stomach.
Finally, we arrived at the kitchen. The aroma of spices and cooking food wafted through the air, instantly making my mouth water. The kitchen itself was a bustling hive of activity. Human servants darted around, each focused on their tasks with a precision that spoke of years of practice.
Doria led me further into the kitchen, where a group of chefs worked diligently at various stations. They seemed unfazed by our arrival, accustomed to the presence of demons and their wards. I couldn't help but marvel at their composure.
