Chapter 70 - The Ark Of Food (1/2)
”How come it did not smell like that before?” asked Minwoo, confused.
”Us Valkyries have a keen sense of smell. From the moment we entered the kitchen, I knew that thing was rotten,” replied Mavislin, combining the lobster into the mashed potatoes.
”You're joking, right?” laughed Minwoo.
Mavislin had a deadpan look in her eyes, causing Minwoo to laugh nervously. As the Valkyrie finished the garnish, Minwoo began plating the rest of the dish.
”You can go to the next room. The servants have already prepared the table for us,” said Minwoo, pointing to the other room.
”Jasmine,” replied Mavislin, looking at Minwoo dead in the eye.
”Pardon?”
”Your hair had a jasmine scent, but due to the earlier scene in the desert, it became musky. And when you changed into your proper wear, it changed into a citrusy, orange scent. But your natural scent is of the wind, a minty wind to exact,” explained the Valkyrie.
”Impressive,” smiled Minwoo, as he took off his apron.
The Valkyrie made her way into the next room. The Marquess resumed his formal wear as he carried a silver plate with a matching dome. He then walked towards the standing Valkyrie.
”Lady Roydon, take a seat,” said Minwoo, pulling the chair out.
Gently, he sat the Valkyrie down at a purple table-clothed table with large chairs. Though the table was smaller, it was adorned with lavender flowers as well as violet napkins. The silverware gleamed while the plates were all clear and shiny.
Minwoo placed the large silver plate in front of the Valkyrie. He then unveiled what was the dish they had been preparing for the last half an hour. Mavislin could not help but drool at the sight of the dish, earning a cheeky smile from Minwoo.
”I've prepared a Pork Tomahawk, with an apple and mango sauce puree. The garnish is the lobster mashed potatoes that you'd helped to make as well as the caramelized onions. As an added touch, I've made some broccoli to go with it,” explained Minwoo, bowing down.
After giving the signal, the Valkyrie pushed the entire silverware set away and grabbed the piece of meat by the bone. As she took a bit out of the meat, her eyes sparkled a golden hue as she continued chowing down the food.
This shocked Minwoo, as he did not realize the Valkyrie lack table manners. He took a chair and sat down near the happy Valkyrie. Motioning a servant to make him a pumpkin pie, the Marquess continued to admire the Valkyrie and her, 'special' eating habits.
”Peasant,” muttered the servant girl.
The servant, however, shot a look of disgust as she looked at how Mavislin utterly devoured the entire dish. As the servant tried to get out of the room, a sharp, polished silver steak knife flew towards her. It narrowly missed her by an inch, stabbing right into the beautifully carved door.