(POV: Akashic Records)
As the moon shone brightly over the Silva Citadel, the air was filled with joy and merriment. The Central District was a hub of festivities, bustling with grygans and minotaurs who were overjoyed at the return of their ruler, Lumiere. Seated upon a wooden chair, Lumiere was surrounded by his loyal subjects. A delicious aroma wafted through the air, emanating from a wooden plate placed before him.
"Woah!" His eyes gleamed as he picked up the plate and took a bite.
The sight of Lumiere indulging in the dish caused Fasit, our resident buxom lass, to quiver with anticipation. Her breaths quickened, and beads of sweat gathered on her forehead as she awaited Lumiere's verdict.
With a mouthful of food, Lumiere paused, letting the suspense build, before he suddenly dropped the plate, startling everyone around him.
"It's not good enough is it...?" Fasit asked, disappointed.
Lumiere broke the silence with a booming laugh.
"ITʼS AWESOME!!"