Otaku Witch

On the other side, Galahad was also prepared to taste Dorothy’s craftsmanship.

However, she didn’t just devour it like a homebody witch with a skewer, but carefully used a chef’s knife to divide the giant roast into several portions.

One-sixth of it she prepared for everyone in the Imperial Kitchen to enjoy together, although this way each person could only have about a bite’s worth, but even that was enough.

Another sixth she planned to serve as the main course on the Dragon King’s table later, as it was almost time for the meal to be served, and the Royal Palace couldn’t go without a main course today.

Another sixth was given to Lady Demon Blade beside Dorothy, since the little sister had just promised to let her take some of the cooking back.

Galahad’s own roast was not to be shared, so she had to take a portion from Dorothy’s roast as a reward.

As for the last half....

Of course, it was hers.

This was originally a roast made by Dorothy for her, and she wasn’t like Astoros with a bad habit of showing off, so she was already heartbroken to share half of it. Any more was out of the question.

She couldn’t even bear to eat it all in one go, so she ultimately took just a regular plate-sized portion from her own share, and then sealed the remaining roast with the highest grade of Time Stop Magic, so she could savor her sister’s taste for a long, long time.

After allocating the portions, she glanced at Dorothy across from her, who was munching on her roast without a care in the world, and she too smiled contentedly.

It seemed her sister quite liked her craftsmanship, hmm, never mind her for now.

Subsequently, Galahad waved a hand, distributing the prepared portions of roast to the Imperial Chefs.

"Put all your strength into savoring this blessing with your tongues, after all, tasting this supreme delicacy is the greatest honor of your life. If any of you can comprehend even one ten-thousandth of it, then it’s enough to be promoted to head chef. If you comprehend one-thousandth, I can even give up my position as the chief chef."

The usually easy-going Pure Knight said this with a rare hint of pride.

The Imperial Chefs dared not refute this.

For one, they truly revered Galahad’s culinary arts, and even if they felt she exaggerated, they would never show it directly.

Secondly, their attention was truly captured by the single mouthful of roast on each of their plates, for it was perfect beyond reproach in both color and taste. This perfect roast seemed to these chef witches to be the most delicious piece of art in the world, evoking an urge to worship it on an altar.

It truly wasn’t an exaggeration, for this roast seemed to even have magical effects, as it really was glowing.

Details, such exquisite details.

In short, it was far beyond their culinary skills, and the chief chef’s words might not have been exaggerated at all. Learning even a fraction from this mysterious master’s cooking would be enough to benefit them for life.

So, they finally swallowed the waterfall of drool, picked up their forks, and placed the mouthful of roast into their mouths.

And then.....

"Mmm...."

"Ah....."

"Bliss....."

"Sun, so warm."

"Boo hoo hoo, Mama, I miss you."

...

Whether head chef, ordinary chef, or assistant chef, almost all the Imperial Chefs wore relaxed and gentle smiles.

At this moment, the tension on their bodies dissipated, a sense of inner relaxation enveloped everyone, as if lazily basking in the winter sun or picnicking leisurely with family in spring.

All the pressure from work, workplace troubles, and entangled desires faded far away, giving them rare leisure and peace, enjoying this momentary happiness.

Seeing her subordinates’ reactions, Galahad curiously turned her gaze to the roast on her own plate.

Although she could find beautiful memories of her sister’s cooking from the remnant soul of Emora within her, it was pursuit of that dreamlike taste that drove her passion for culinary arts in this life.

But in the end, it was a dream, and the taste through the remnant soul memories was always distorted. The squid balls Astoros shared earlier were scarce, and she hadn’t properly savored them in her haste. But now, she finally could properly taste her sister’s craftsmanship.

Expectantly, she raised her knife and fork.

As the enticing roast entered her mouth, indescribable flavors exploded, as if countless mischievous little fairies teasing her taste buds.

That’s it, that’s the flavor.

In that instant, what seemed blurry in the dream became real.

The dilapidated church, the kindhearted priest, the beautiful nun always with a gentle smile, the confident sister like a little sun, and the carefree fat dragon living only to eat, drink, and play.