The meat steak, transparent like glass, oozed droplets of Holy Light, carrying a pure fragrance, as they were squeezed out from the veins under the pressure of the dining fork. Lyle couldn't help but swallow his saliva as a refreshing aroma assaulted his nostrils and mouth.
The stimulated appetite reminded Lyle that the steak was as tempting as it looked.
What pleased Lyle more was that Alianna also had a slight swallowing gesture, and when she noticed Lyle had seen her lapse in composure, crimson climbed her pure white cheeks.
Lyle tactfully averted his gaze.
"Mr. Raymond, why is it called Valkyrie Holy Light Steak?"
"Because I kept doing the Valkyrie Battle Dance while cooking it."
"What is that?"
"A story, do you want to hear it? I think it's a nice topic to talk about at the dining table." Raymond took a seat at the table and began telling the story after Alianna's polite smile.
"When I first joined the Paladins, there was an old knight who taught me combat techniques."
