But what in the world was that taste? A very nice pastry? No, that wasn't it. Nothing Reis ever ate had such a distinct sweet flavor. A flavor which just made him want to keep tasting it.
"That's your mana."
His eyes widened in shock.
For real? At most, if he had to compare everything with food, Reis would have expected his mana to taste like potato chips. That was the best his mind would allow him.
But if this was how his mana actually tasted, what went on this creature's mind when he called it 'not bad'? Someone who found that awful flavor acceptable clearly hadn't tasted anything better to downplay this.
This stingy man.
'But why am I noticing it?' It wasn't there last time. He'd remember it if so.
Clearly, he was the giver. A good subject using his personal air filters to supply some to his guardian. How could he taste his own mana then?
Reis didn't receive a telepathic answer this time. The lord was too busy to answer the human's foolish questions.
