Capítulo 34: A tiger could not change its stripes.

Effectively. As soon as the door was cracked open, the delicious, fragrant aroma of stewed meat seasoned with spices over low heat seeped in, filling the entire store.

Both the witch and the human raised their noses and took a deep breath, instantly a gluttonous expression-filled their faces.

Suddenly, Melida hit her hip before shooting off like a bullet, all pretense of grandeur left to her oblivion. Proving that even the powerful and enigmatic witch turned into a hungry wolf when she had food involved.

Sascha made a funny face, but to be fair, she was in no better condition than the witch. For the instant her fragrant scent tickled her nose, Sascha's mouth inevitably watered and her stomach growled in revenge.

Her magic bugs were heartily approved of the idea.

Why delay the inevitable? Sascha scooped up her skirts and ran after the witch. It was unknown from where, but a two-seater table appeared out of nowhere in the center of the hut. She stopped frozen on the threshold the sudden appearance of it had taken her by surprise.

The pixies waiting between the rafters rushed forward the instant Sascha stepped out of the human world. The butterfly-sized creatures landed on her hair, resulting in her appearing to wear a multi-colored crown on her head. Sascha couldn't be bothered less by this, the little things weighed less than a feather and he liked her quite a bit. Also, all of her attention was on the dishes on the table.

"Stop daydreaming, and come before it gets cold." Melida's voice brought her back to reality.

Who cared where the table or the food came from? It was food! That was the important thing! Sascha rushed over to the vacant seat and before she completely forgot the world's traditions and began to fill her plate, Melida's crisp, the power-infused voice stopped her. "Corn and grain, meat and milk, on the table before me! Gifts from the Great and the Ancient Ones! We are grateful to the spirits! "

"We are grateful!" Sascha chanted joining her hands at the table. The touch of red coloring the tips of her ears was the only sign of her shame.

For such a performance, she would have been seriously scalded in the past tense, however, in addition to a funny look, the witch said no more and both began to happily account for the dishes served on the table.

Pork stew with spices. Pork bone soup and noodles. A bowl was full of freshly baked bread slices. A platter with seasonal vegetables. In the end, they had a total of four plates to fill their stomachs. Under these circumstances, it was normal for Sascha's shame to be quickly relegated to oblivion.

After correctly thanking the Spirits, both women put aside any semblance of civilization and decorum. Who was the most enthusiastic of the two? It was something unnecessary to clarify.

Sascha filled her plate gluttonously from the large platter of fragrant stew. She was not conscious, but in pursuit of the meat, she put aside the salads and loaves of soft bread that she in the past so much she enjoyed.

"Delicious." She moaned low in her throat, and in a way that she would turn headlong to a certain monster from listening to her. Sascha's eyes closed with pleasure, feeling her melt the bite of meat in her mouth. The meat was just the right proportion of fat, being tasty without being gross. The taste of garlic, onion, and the many other spices combined effectively in the background in a harmonic symphony of flavors.

"Hahaha." Melida slapped her chest proudly before saying. "It's all thanks to my relatives! They are incredible, don't you think? " the old woman sounded like a proud mother of her children.

Sascha's head went up and down, nodding happily. This was the best food she had eaten in a long time, better than hers and hers in honor of the truth.

Melida looked a little confused at the human girl. Hadn't the old Ogre told him that the girl was half-vegetarian? So why was he ignorant of the dishes he specifically ordered prepared for her?

A chill ran up Sascha's spine. It froze as she took another bite to her mouth, the spoon stopping midway. Sascha looked up and a trace of confusion filled her face. "What happens?" she finally asked.

"You don't like vegetables?"

Sascha raised her eyebrows and for the first time, her gaze drifted to the three plates served before her. Her eyes flickered, glancing at the slices of tomato, cucumber, and carrot. All fresh and delicious.

The spoon fell with a 'plaff' into her bowl. Both of Sascha's hands fell to her lips, smothering the foul sensation creeping up her throat as her stomach churned.

Melida under her spoon and confused by her asked him. "You feel good?" the girl was fine five seconds ago, why had she suddenly turned green? However, no explanation came from the other part of her and she alone could helplessly see the back of the young woman as she quickly walked away from her.

Feeling a feeling of concern, Melida followed in Sascha's footsteps, finding her leaning not far from her back door.

Sascha's shoulders shook as she returned the food. As delicious as she was coming in, she was fucking disgusting coming out of it. Her magic bugs didn't like vegetables or vegetarian food.

As was expected! Even if her mother was a cat, a tiger couldn't change her stripes! She laughed dryly through her tears and the sour taste on her tongue.

"Take." A glass of salty ice water suddenly appeared before her. With gratitude, Sascha willingly accepted the witch's detail.

The water washed the foul sensation from her mouth and eased the pain from her throat. Sascha sighed in relief. "Thank you, Melida."

The witch nodded without further ado. "Better now?"

Sascha nodded, staggering to her feet. She took a quick look at the mess she had made and she was deeply ashamed. "Sorry. I ended up making a mess, clean this up right now. "

"Do not worry about it. My relatives will take care of it. "Melida dismissed the idea with a gesture.

"But..."

"Shh." The witch cut her off and noticing Sascha's sickly and wobbly appearance, she pulled him after her in the direction of her shed. "You better rest for now."

"I ... I'm sorry." She stuttered, but since she seemed useless to resist, Sascha was left with no choice but to accept the witch's 'suggestion'.

Once Sascha was settled and asleep, the witch quietly left the shed. A second later, the little pixie with beautiful silver-edged blue wings descended on Sascha and perched on the human's hair. However, her attention was not on the sleeping human.

The black insect eyes were fixed on the open space in the skylight.