Lana
The banquet hall was even more luxurious than I had imagined.
"I hope you enjoy our demon specialty dishes," he said lightly, a small smile on his face. "Because our kitchen is… a little wild."
I hadn't even had time to respond when red-skinned, winged servants appeared, carrying massive trays. Roasted meats with thick black seasoning, strange fruits that seemed to pulse like they were alive, and a thick purple drink that gave off both sweet and bitter aromas.
Ezric, that boy, had been panicking since the first scent hit the air.
"This… this isn't a heart, right?" he whispered to me, pointing at some bright red, round dish.
"I don't know. But don't ask too loud—they might get offended," I replied quickly.
Next to me, Sylas was enjoying everything without fear. "Hell-cow demon meat. Ah, last time I ate this, I passed out for half a day because the seasoning was too strong. Delicious!"
