"Oh be careful not to eat too much of that young Michael," a lazy voice called from across the table. Magnus had yet to get any food and seemed to be busy staring at him for who knew how long.
Michael swallowed what remained in his mouth, feeling a hint of trepidation. "Why?"
"It's magical beast meat," he replied with a small grin, "specifically, a Crimsonback Bull."
Magical beast meat? He exclaimed inwardly with shock.
Isn't it impossible to eat magical beast meat? Consuming the foreign mana within its flesh can lead to mana corruption…
Michael put down his knife and fork, his face turning pale with worry. Having experienced foreign mana invading his body before, he knew exactly the kind of pain and torture it brought.
"Don't listen to him Michael," Melody said, her cold voice echoing over the table. "Chef Heston is renowned through the nation for his ability to properly prepare magical beast meat."
She shot a glare towards the amused Magnus across the table.
