Athena walked over to the chair on the right side of the table and sat down.
"Huh?"
She raised an eyebrow slightly as she looked at Leon, who stood with a stiff expression.
"Why are you silent? Come, let's sit and eat together," she said warmly, her enthusiasm clear. "Usually, the servants prepare everything for me, but this is the first time I'm cooking on my own. I'm sure it'll taste great."
At her confident words, the corners of Leon's mouth twitched.
"Can those even be called food?" Leon thought, but the words got stuck in his throat.
With a long sigh, he nodded in resignation and walked over to the chair opposite Athena, sitting down.
Staring at the black, oddly shaped food in front of him, Leon swallowed hard and silently prayed to the gods that he would survive after eating it.
"Let's eat, Leon! I'm sure you'll like it!" Athena said, her eyes filled with hope.
Leon glanced at her, his tone heavy as he asked, "Before I eat, can you tell me what ingredients you used?"
