Chapter 694 694 Foodies
Chapter 694 694 Foodies
The Representatives left as the rest of the group returned to the table carrying plates loaded with the widest variety of food options possible.
“You know that it’s a buffet, you can go back up and get more.” Wolfe laughed.
“But how will I know what to get more of if I haven’t tried everything on the buffet? They have so much stuff that it’s impossible to know.” Nimue explained.
“You have a point. But once you taste what you’ve got, I’m certain that the task will only get harder. Their cooking skills are incredible to begin with, and they enhance them with magical plants and spices, as well as a touch of Fae Magic for some dishes.”
“Like this coconut rice. It smells like Fae Magic.” The little Dryad hybrid guessed.
“There is a guardian coconut Treant not far from here, so the gardens are still within their range of effects. Everything with coconut will have a bit of Fae magic in it at the very least.”
The witches smiled at the memory of the little Treant being forcibly dragged out of the garden by her elders after they split up the territory assignments when the forest was created. She had grown quite a bit since then, and could be counted among the more powerful residents of the forest thanks to the Guardian Trees spell that had created her.
Nimue took out a second plate and began cutting a small piece of everything off and lining them up in a circle. Then she transferred the small containers of jams, syrups and sauces to the middle of the plate and began eating everything in order.
The other Demons did their best not to laugh at her methodical process for determining what the best combination of flavours was, and simple gorged themselves. Even Carmine, who was not from the Wrath Demon faction, was a voracious eater, which left only the two succubi to eat at a more normal pace.
“It’s like being in the servants quarter after a feast. There are only so many leftovers from the Royals’ meal to go around, and everyone would rather eat them than the standard servant’s dinner.” Dana chuckled.
“The servants have their meals limited in your Kingdom?” Cassie asked, curious about how the Demons lived.
“Not exactly, but their meals are made in a different kitchen, and they’re not as fancy. They don’t use the sort of powerful magical plants and monster meat that higher ranking Demons use to impress each other at a banquet. So, sneaking the leftovers is a tradition, like visiting a high-end restaurant at the end of the night to get free plates from whatever didn’t sell.”
Rail smirked at the Cassie and nudged Dana. “They always make a bit more than they know they’ll serve, and it’s not like they’re scraping plates for it, it’s all fresh from the kitchen. Unless you’re Dana, who has no problems stealing muffins from foreign ministers’ plates.”
Carmine laughed, then nearly choked on a mouthful of pancake. “I heard about that. There was only one strawberry cream muffin left, and the minister had it, so she just took it from his plate and swapped it for a blueberry one as she walked by. He was so confused that he couldn’t even say anything.”
Dana sighed and rolled her eyes. “I was five, and they were my favourite. You will find that demons have a very long memory, and they never let you live anything down.”
Risa nodded in agreement. “Yep, I still get jokes about not being tall enough to use all the training weapons from the youth armoury when I reached training age. It’s not easy being a miniature Wrathbringer.”
Ella looked shocked at the notion. She barely made a hundred and fifty centimetres, and Risa was over a metre taller than she was. But that was too small to use the training weapons for children?
“How big are most of your species, then?” Ella asked.
“My brother was my height when he was eight and broke through to Rank Two to begin his training. I was about your height, or a little shorter. Now he’s a full seven metres, and he’s just broken through to Rank Seven to become an Overlord. That’s just a power ranking, by the way, he’s not in charge of anything, thank the Emperor.”
“He’s not a good person?” Cassie asked.
“He’s an irresponsible brat. I’ll admit he’s more powerful, despite being a year younger, but he’s not even fifty yet, still in his wild and rebellious phase.”
“But look who got to be a personal bodyguard, and who is still at home.” Wolfe teased.
Risa laughed. “He was so choked about that. I thought he was going to smash the whole training ground before he got it out of his system, and I’ll bet there is still lava in the yard. But he’s the oldest son, and set to take over the family businesses, so he couldn’t leave if he wanted to.”
Cassie looked annoyed at that comment.
“Female Wrathbringers can’t inherit?” She asked.
“We can, but it was assumed that with my power, and the fact that I’m so short, that I would likely be picked by one of the other species as a bodyguard, or married into another noble family. That would mean I would be away from home or ineligible to inherit. Well, I could inherit from my husband’s family, or I could take a cute boy and marry him into my family, but my father frowned on that. He doesn’t like weak men, and he doesn’t care how cute they are.”
Cassie laughed. “I see how it is. The black sheep of the family. Proverbially speaking. But it looks like you’ve attained a fairly well-respected place for yourself, since Wolfe has so many Demon Princesses linked to him.”
“By Demon Standards, he is a form of Royalty as the head of a Magi Family. So, it’s a lot like becoming the personal bodyguard of a Prince. Very high ranking, coming from a low noble family of bodyguards like mine.”
The chatter continued happily as everyone emptied their plates, then went for more. It was a good thing this was a festival day, and not one with a lot to do because they were all going to be in a food coma later.