Even Daniel had to admit that Sif's talent for cooking was remarkable.
Claire's praise had even been an understatement.
Sif hadn't just learned how to make a variety of dishes; she constantly innovated, sometimes determining the best cooking method based on a spell beast's texture and flavor.
This was a talent Daniel himself did not possess. Now, whenever they killed a spell beast, Daniel would ask Sif if it could be eaten, and if so, how to prepare it.
Sif ran over to the white bear's corpse, pulled out a knife, and expertly sliced through its thick fur, exposing layers of fat and firm muscle beneath.
She quickly carved off a small piece and began testing the texture.
"So cruel…" Nina murmured from her perch on the snow eagle's back.
Though she'd seen Sif do this several times, she still found it hard to watch.
These spell beasts were already dead, yet now they were being dissected.
But later, she'd be the first to dig in.
