"What do you mean, Your Majesty, Emperor? Why are you asking such things?" Blanche Malvolia questioned, perplexed.
Ares had confirmed it—these were indeed bedsy, sexy barrea, glisco, and forsank. He tasted each dish, and the flavors overwhelmed his reasoning.
He stayed silent for quite a while, yet in truth, Ares' eyes were now heating up and misty.
He was so shaken that he couldn't utter a single word. A person's cooking technique and flavor profile are unique; no two are ever identical.
The distinct flavors of these dishes were ones that only Valeska Steel possessed while Ares followed her in the human world. It couldn't possibly be a coincidence unless she truly was Valeska.
"Butler, where did these dishes come from?" Ares asked in a trembling voice, struggling to contain the flabbergasted coursing through his body. He was impatient, desperate to find whoever had served this before him.
