"How come it did not smell like that before?" asked Minwoo, confused. "Us Valkyries have a keen sense of smell. From the moment we entered the kitchen, I knew that thing was rotten," replied Mavislin, combining the lobster into the mashed potatoes.
"You"re joking, right?" laughed Minwoo.
Mavislin had a deadpan look in her eyes, causing Minwoo to laugh nervously. As the Valkyrie finished the garnish, Minwoo began plating the rest of the dish.
"You can go to the next room. The servants have already prepared the table for us," said Minwoo, pointing to the other room.
"Jasmine," replied Mavislin, looking at Minwoo dead in the eye.
"Pardon?"
"Your hair had a jasmine scent, but due to the earlier scene in the desert, it became musky. And when you changed into your proper wear, it changed into a citrusy, orange scent. But your natural scent is of the wind, a minty wind to exact," explained the Valkyrie.
"Impressive," smiled Minwoo, as he took off his ap.r.o.n.
The Valkyrie made her way into the next room. The Marquess resumed his formal wear as he carried a silver plate with a matching dome. He then walked towards the standing Valkyrie.
"Lady Roydon, take a seat," said Minwoo, pulling the chair out.
Gently, he sat the Valkyrie down at a purple table-clothed table with large chairs. Though the table was smaller, it was adorned with lavender flowers as well as violet napkins. The silverware gleamed while the plates were all clear and shiny.
Minwoo placed the large silver plate in front of the Valkyrie. He then unveiled what was the dish they had been preparing for the last half an hour. Mavislin could not help but drool at the sight of the dish, earning a cheeky smile from Minwoo.
"I"ve prepared a Pork Tomahawk, with an apple and mango sauce puree. The garnish is the lobster mashed potatoes that you"d helped to make as well as the caramelized onions. As an added touch, I"ve made some broccoli to go with it," explained Minwoo, bowing down.
"Well, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. Here goes," said Mavislin.
After giving the signal, the Valkyrie pushed the entire silverware set away and grabbed the piece of meat by the bone. As she took a bit out of the meat, her eyes sparkled a golden hue as she continued chowing down the food.
This shocked Minwoo, as he did not realize the Valkyrie lack table manners. He took a chair and sat down near the happy Valkyrie. Motioning a servant to make him a pumpkin pie, the Marquess continued to admire the Valkyrie and her, "special" eating habits.
"Peasant," muttered the servant girl.
The servant, however, shot a look of disgust as she looked at how Mavislin utterly devoured the entire dish. As the servant tried to get out of the room, a sharp, polished silver steak knife flew towards her. It narrowly missed her by an inch, stabbing right into the beautifully carved door.
"Not only we"ve got a heightened sense of smell, but hearing is in the package as well. I"m pretty sure you"ve insulted me under your breath," said Mavislin, turning to look at the frightened servant girl.
"After all, you"re just a lowly human. Worst than a peasant," said Mavislin, smiling sinisterly.
The servant girl freaked out and bolted out of the room, with the Valkyrie smile etched into her mind. Mavislin merely continued to eat.
"Aww, it looks like I won"t be getting that pumpkin pie any time son," said Minwoo, grabbing a napkin.
He then gently wiped the corners of the Valkyrie"s mouth, causing the girl to flush. Grabbing the napkin, Mavislin quickly turned away.
"You can still have it. It"s right there," said Mavislin, pointing at the doorway.
A whip was attached to a trolley, that held a single slice of pumpkin pie. The whip, made out of the Fire Element, was bound to Mavislin"s hand. She gave a subtle flick and the plate was right beside the Marquess.
"Didn"t I said no use of Magecraft?" asked Minwoo, taking up a fork to eat.
The cheeky Valkyrie immediately flicked her hand once more, causing the pie to fly above the Marquess" head.
"All for me then," replied Mavislin, trying to eat the pie herself.
However, before she could take a bite, the skillful chef s.n.a.t.c.hed the pie away. Minwoo happily took bites out of the pie, leaving the Valkyrie impressed by his speed.
"Not bad, I"d offer you a place in the Arks if you weren"t one of the Kings," praised Mavislin, smirking.
"I"m honored that you think that way. Especially for a mere human like me," said Minwoo.
"A mere human? I dare not call you that. Marquess Dalles," said Mavislin.
"Comparing me to you, I am human. Not normal, but still human."