The room was filled with an aura of warmth, yet a glance toward the window revealed that the outside world was shrouded in a thick fog. A number of flying monsters hovered around the dwelling, clearly drawn to Neem as she bustled about the kitchen, eager to shatter the glass and devour her exquisite form.
Neem scooped the rice and stir-fry from the pot, arranging it with delicate precision on the plate. Finally, using an unknown red liquid, she traced a heart shape over the dish—her loving creation was complete!
Glancing down at the steak she had already sliced, Neem tapped her lips lightly and murmured to herself, "Two portions of meat, one of vegetables, three pieces of bread... what else is missing?" Neither Neem's own memories nor those of the Banshee held any experience with human food; the former had subsisted entirely on black bread, while the latter fed exclusively on the vital essence of men.
Chapter 137