Upgrading The Landship's Defenses
The aftermath of the feast was nothing short of spectacular.
My culinary efforts had not gone to waste, as the dining hall buzzed with an energy that mirrored the vibrancy of the dishes I had created.
Each of my crafts shimmered with a touch of divine interference, their colors vivid, almost surreal, and enticing fragrances—it was a full-blown sensory attack the moment they were put on the dining table.
I leaned against the far wall, my arms crossed, and allowed myself a rare moment of quiet satisfaction. Watching my confidantes, bastioneers, and even the Heavenly Maids—though they tried to maintain their subdued demeanor—dive into the meal with unrestrained enthusiasm was nothing short of glorious.
But, what about me? What do I feast?
Well, it was simple. I only need to watch my cooking being genuinely appreciated to heavenly peak, and use that pride and ego to feed my narcissism.
I was named Narcissus for a reason~