Anastasia looked at the steaming food coming from the plate with an expression that could only be described as complete bewilderment.
As a Royal Elf, it could neither taste nor smell food.
It was one of the many curses that came with this damned body. Royal Elves were blessed with perfect magical balance, unmatched lifespans, and bodies that never deteriorated.
But in exchange, they were stripped of so many simple pleasures that other races took for granted.
However, for the first time in its five hundred years of life, Anastasia could actually perceive food properly.
The exquisite smell filled its nose completely, rich and savory and utterly intoxicating.
The aroma was so overwhelming that its cheeks flushed red, warmth spreading across its normally pale face.
'What… what is this sensation?' it thought, completely stunned.
Azel, on the other hand, placed a hand on his hip as he observed the reaction he had been hoping for.
A small, satisfied smile played across his lips.
