38 Dinner? (2/2)

”A..ah, then sir Branson, It is my pleasure.”

Seeing Michael going for the first one, his smile weakened a little, but not enough to make any noticable difference.

Immediately after, the wife began to question him again. Wanting to continue with their previous conversation.

”So, Marss darling. You said you have other essence affinities? Please, I would love to hear more about it.”

she followed up with a small wink and a last sentence. Now waiting for him to answer.

”And yes, you can just call me Lissanna. Or mom, if that is what flows better.”

After hearing her question, he turned his eyes towards Firnell's quiet older sister, which was currently starring at him as if she was possessed. It was the sort of gaze the paintings from the hall gave him. Unfeeling, yet very eager.

”Well, Miss Lissanna. I have a affinity towards wind, darkness, ice and blood too. However, I never really meditate much on any of them.”

He was planning on seeing her reaction, but was left speechless when all three were widened their eyes. Looking at him down like a incredible gold trophy.

Lissanna leaned forward and crossed her leggs. Seemingly even more interested in him now. Too bad she wasn't able to ask anything, as three servants walked in from now where, each carrying a silver plate filled with some sort of steaming meat.

The plates were placed down in between each of the dinnerware. Making sure that everyone could easily access each dish.

Branson's smile returned it's former glorious radiance, looking at Marss while the servants speedily left.

”Sir Marss, as you are our guest, you may pick first.”

Only nodding back at him, Michael stretched his body out with a plate in hand. Throwing a fairly sized piece of beef onto it with his fork.

After retracted, the rest began to fill their own. Shoving their plates full like a bunch of wolfs.

Seeing that everyone began to intently eat, Michael slowly cut a piece of with the fork he used to retrieve with. Taking a small dice of the tender steak into his watering mouth.

The meat slowly entered, and a soft yet warm feeling danced over his tounge.

The fragnant sauce, and the grand aroma emitted from the food amplified all his tastebuds, making the slice he chewed on quickly fly down into his stomach.

Michael's suspicions were slightly lessened as he swallowed. Firnell's family was not like the other ones he had met as young, but they at least knew how to please their guest's.

Satisfied with the food, he removed any thoughts on holding back. Planning to devour everything and mabye some more.

'This is actually quite goo...'

However, before he could finish his thoughts, the system began to talk in his mind.

[New genetic code stored!]

A weird smile seemed formed on his previously satisfied face, as the suspicions feeling once more krept up behind him.

'What? Was there some sort of rare animal meat I ea...'

[Gentic storage: Wood elf(new)]

He could not stop himself from throwing his eyes wide open as he looked down at the translucent screen which overshadowed his plate.

As his eyelids hit their limits, a familiar gaze surrounded his body again. It was the same one he felt from the maids when first arriving.

Looking up, The mother, father, and sister were stiffly smiling at his shocked expression. Their eyes all wriggled in different directions. Formin the familiar crescent moon he had seen on Firnell not too long ago.

His pupils shrunk drastically, making all of them stare deeper at him. Their pupils were the only parts of their body which was currently moving, as it could be seen trembling within each of their twisted eyes.

He saw Lissanna's smile was strengthened every passing second. Her facial muscles shook as it rapidly grew in lenght.

”Is the food not to your liking, Sir Marss?”