Chapter 42

there were many people in the Astowari family again.

That number is beyond the last time-a souffle omelet made from Leviathan eggs.

As usual, the races were diverse, and it seemed that they couldn’t sit at the table, so everyone stood up and chatted, talking about their previous impressions and the dishes that came out this time.

In any case, it seems that they can’t wait to see it.

That should be it.

This is because the dishes that come out this time are dishes that use precious ingredients so that they are said to be phantom dishes.

Three years have passed since demon food began to become popular among aristocrats, but it was said that no one could obtain the food-no, the ingredients used in the food.

Thanks to that, the culinary guild was asked to stay in the corner of the request list, even though it was quite early.

With that said-no, for those who love monster food, it’s inevitable that everyone will be impressed by the long-awaited food.

The hall went dark as if bathed in cold water with such a feeling of deviation.

Whereas the last time was outdoors, this time it was held in the large hall inside the mansion because it was a little chilly today.

And today’s food was perfect for such a cold day.

Even if the hall goes dark, the voltage of the gathered participants will not decrease.

Rather, they look ahead hearing the voice that you would expect.

Rafina, hit by a magical light source, appeared in a blue dress with glittering glitter. The greetings also announce the opening of the dinner party, and the dishes that have been declared will be served immediately to meet the expectations of the participants.

When the waiters with plates with silver lids came into the hall one after another, they left them on their respective tables.

Participants who had been standing and waiting until then hurriedly returned to their seats and were mesmerized by the plate placed in front of them.

One of the participating children raised the silver lid a little.

Immediately, a rich scent that seems to faint wraps around the venue.

It was Rafina who gently placed her hand on the back of the child’s hand, which he was dying to open.

The aristocratic daughter, who smiles like a goddess, does not scold the child, but winks lightly and starts counting up with “1”, “2”, and “3”.

“10 !!”

When she signalled, the silver lids were opened all at once, and the white steam floated softly.

“This is a dish called a phantom.”

At the moment, the participants got drunk with the scent.