The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Vasida's eyes lit up when she saw Moran wielding the Red Dragon's Breath with such ease.

With a clang, another large magical barbecue grill of the same model was dragged out and quickly placed next to Moran.

"Great! Now you two can each have a grill, turn the heat up to the maximum, and double the efficiency! We can start eating sooner!" Vasita clapped her hands, her tone full of satisfaction at having two fire-starters at the same time.

Lilith, who had just wiped away her sweat and thought she could finally catch her breath and at least not have to guard the grill alone, froze on the spot when she saw the two grills standing side by side in front of her: "..."

Moran took in Lilith's momentary collapse, his eyes filled with undisguised mischievous amusement. He even used telepathy to say to her, "You wanted to drag me down with you? Then let's shine together in front of the grill!"

While Lilith continued to tirelessly roast the meat with her dragon breath, she was also having a heated argument with Moran using telepathy.

Just then, with a splash, Sylph, who had been diving into the deep sea, broke the surface of the water not far away.

With a wave of her arm, a large bundle of deep-sea magical plants appeared on the beach, including not only the magical plants that Vasita had specifically requested, but also several other extra finds.

When Lilith saw her, and especially when she heard her energetic voice, her eyes instantly lit up like the embers under the grill.

After putting away the roasted meat, she strode forward, affectionately put her arm around Sylph's shoulder, and spoke in a warm tone:
“Sylph! Back in Thran, we shared memories of the dragon race's heritage, and you can even use Flame Breath, right?”

Sylph was a little confused by this sudden enthusiasm and nodded, "Yes, what's wrong?"

"That's great!" Lilith's face broke into an incredibly "sincere" smile as she gently pulled Sylph towards the barbecue grill. "Quick, come help me..."

Before she could even say, "Help me grill it for a bit," Moran, who was standing next to her, immediately called out:

"Vashida! Quick, get another grill! Sylph can also breathe fire, so our grilling line can have another powerful member. The sooner we finish grilling, the sooner we can start eating!"

"Really? Sylph, you can do that too? That's great!"

Upon hearing this, Vasida didn't even look up. She was quickly juicing the meat with freshly picked lemongrass when she heard this. Overjoyed, she waved her hand and "conjured" a third large magical barbecue grill of the same model from the kitchen space, which stood up next to her with a "bang".

"Come, come, Sylph, this is for you! The location is perfect, and the wind direction is just right!" Vasita greeted her warmly, as if she were assigning the most important production line position.

Firewood worker, one more thing to add!

Moran wore a bright smile, as if she had successfully pulled off a prank: "Good friends share the good times and the bad!"

"..." Lilith opened her mouth, looked at Sylph who had been half-pushed and half-forced by Vasita to the third grill, and was staring blankly at the brand-new grill and the mountain of ingredients waiting to be grilled next to it, and shook her head with amusement: "Well, now no one can slack off."

Sylph, who had been arranged in a perfectly logical manner, stood in front of the third barbecue grill, feeling the rolling heat waves from the two grills next to her and the "welcome to join" looks from Moran and Lilith, and finally came back to her senses.

“Alright…” Sylph took a deep breath, recalling the key points of the Red Dragon's Breath from her inherited memories, and converted her magic into the power of the Red Dragon's bloodline. Following Moran and Lilith's example, she aimed at the grill and puffed out her cheeks.

A fiery breath, no less intense in temperature, erupted forth!

Flames flickered, and the aroma of meat and spices mingled with the sea breeze, filling the entire beach.

With the invaluable assistance of three "top-notch fire starters," the speed of food preparation increased dramatically. Once the roasting was mostly complete, Vasita directed the kitchen staff to simultaneously prepare the other dishes.

In an instant, the aroma on the island's beach reached its peak, with various indescribable fresh scents intertwining and colliding, making even the air seem delicious.

On the extra-long "table" meticulously woven from moss and covered with smooth, wide leaves, a dazzling array of delicacies is on display, resembling an exhibition of deep-sea delicacies.

In the center is a small mountain of mixed grilled meats. The sea eel tenderloin strips have a slightly crispy exterior and a tender, juicy interior; the hammerhead shark "live meat" chunks are smooth and bouncy, as if they are still dancing on the tongue; and the snow-white meat strips of armored worms are grilled to perfection, firm yet delicate.

Beside it was a creamy white, rich soup of armored worm essence served in a huge seashell bowl, with bright green tidal lemongrass flakes and specks of fluorescent sea fennel floating on the surface, its aroma irresistible.

The crystal-clear, ghostly jellyfish canopy is carefully sliced ​​into thin pieces and drizzled with a sweet and sour sauce made by Vasita using abyssal black pepper vines and several sour berries.

There were also stir-fried vegetables made from other parts of the hammerhead shark, a luxurious spread made from sea eel liver served with toasted bread, and various dipping sauces and side dishes made with fresh deep-sea spices...

In addition, there was a bucket of chilled specialty cocktails, and several pots of warming herbal teas made with hyacinth and moonflower to cleanse the palate and refresh the stomach.

"Alright! Dinner's ready!" Vasita placed a plate of toasted seaweed crisps sprinkled with gold dust in the center of the table, clapped her hands, and announced the official start of this late-night feast.

Moran and the others were already craving more food from the aroma.

All the food is placed in special plates to maintain its original texture when it comes out of the pot, so you don't have to worry about it getting cold.

Sylph sat on a stool woven from moss, while Moran and the others simply sat on the soft sand.

"A toast to this hard-won deep-sea feast, and to our rare gathering!"

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The crystal-clear wine glasses gently clinked together in the air, producing a crisp and melodious sound.

Everyone laughed and drank the cool, refreshing liquor in their glasses in one gulp.

"Let's eat! Don't be shy!" Vasita put down her wine glass and eagerly picked up a piece of grilled eel tenderloin, dipped it in the special sauce, and put it in her mouth. She immediately squinted her eyes and let out a satisfied sigh:

"Mmm—! This is the taste! Crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, rich in oil, the slight astringency of the Shadow Power perfectly balances the richness, and paired with this sauce... perfect!"

Lilith, on the other hand, had a particular fondness for the stir-fried live hammerhead shark meat. With each bite, the tender, springy flesh burst with delicious juices in her mouth, and she nodded repeatedly in approval.
"This meat lives up to its reputation; the cooking time is just right—any more and it would be overcooked, any less and it would be raw!"

Sylph scooped up a spoonful of the milky white soup, blew on it to cool it down, and put it in her mouth. She was immediately captivated by its exquisite sweetness and richness, and her eyes lit up.

Moran savored the crystal-clear, ghost-like jellyfish sashimi. The crisp, bouncy texture, combined with the sweet, sour, and slightly spicy sauce, created a wonderfully layered flavor in her mouth. She smiled and praised it:

"Vashida, your sauce is the perfect finishing touch." (End of Chapter)