Faeyna walked up onto the stage, and a group of men immediately came into the arena. They were carrying tables, stools, a water stone sink, a magical oven, and all the amenities that would be seen in a rich kitchen. Two sets of each were brought up and two opposing kitchens were suddenly set up.

“Please give my attendants a list of the ingredients you need. They will be able to provide them.” The prince said.

I had my doubts that this kind of thing could be done so quickly, but no sooner did the girls finish the list than a man waved a storage ring and revealed everything that they had requested. Fresh ingredients covered both tables. I realized that the man must have been a master chef. I bet he had numerous food preservation skills, on top of a storage ring that slowed time for stuff inside it.

By the way, most storage rings were not able to slow time. The ones that did were exceptionally valuable. How much they slowed time added to their value. One that could slow time by half was the most common, but there were those that could slow time to 1/1000th. They were so rare that there wasn’t probably one in all of Aberis. Even the one I got from the dungeon couldn’t slow time. I couldn’t imagine the astronomical amount of money a time-stop could use. Well, only Blue Mages could cast those kinds of spells, so getting a high-level blue mage and a high-level enchanter together to make such a ring was difficult, hence why the ring normally was rare.

Faeyna seemed completely calm and collected, while Carmine seemed like a hurt animal, nearly in tears.

“Ready? You have 1 hour! Go!”

Faeyna instantly began to move. Her cutting technique was impressive, and it even caught the eye of Lydia, who was watching her as if she was looking at a master. Her hand blazed as she cut through vegetables and prepared everything quickly. In comparison, Carmine was running around the kitchen, looking like a chicken with her head cut off.

Although it was an hour with very little action that the crowd had been expecting, Faeyna’s movements and her beauty were so hypnotizing, that she drew the crowd’s attention the entire way. Everyone watched excitedly as she prepared her meal quickly and then stuck it in the oven. Meanwhile, Carmine was still frantically throwing things together, trying desperately to cook something.

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The hour ended quickly, and two plates were put in front of the princess. If it came to presentation alone, it was already clear that Faeyna had won. A beautiful mouthwatering scent rose from her food, while I was almost certain the indescribably mush Carmine made, God had placed a sight filter over, as it appeared slightly blurry and no matter how hard I looked at it, I couldn’t make out anything that fit the definition of an ingredient.

She tried Carmine’s food and spent the next fifteen minutes gagging in the corner while everyone smiled awkwardly and the prince patted her on the back. Lord Tibult had an ugly expression on his face.

The princess returned, still looking white and sickly, but then she took a bite of Faeyna’s food.

“Mm? Mmmmmm!” She suddenly made a loud, orgasmic sound. “The flavors mesh together so splendidly! It’s like an ocean wave blasting across the surface of the moon and erupting deep inside me to create a sensation of all that is beautiful and great in the world! My mind and body are erupting with the absolute possibilities of the world!”

With hearts in her eyes, Eliana started babbling incoherent words describing the dish. It’s just food, right? As a former fatty, I loved food more than most, but I had never seen anyone act like this before.

“Haaaaaaaaaa!” She screamed, standing up on the edge of the box facing the crowd like she had just had an epiphany. “My body feels like it’s being licked from head to toe by hundreds of little men and…!

The prince grabbed her and dragged her down. “S-sorry, she gets like this when she has something she likes! Given her reaction, this was a 5/10.

Faeyna looked down, feeling somewhat disappointed. Well, she only had Cook at level 10.

“No! You should feel good about that. At level 7/10 her clothing comes off…” The prince sighed awkwardly.

“Please!” Eliana screamed while the prince tried to restrain her, still writhing on the floor, “Rub your wonderful food all over my body!”

Seeing her nearly orgasmic display, people started gulping. The men were getting quite hungry, but they could no longer knew what the hunger was for.

“Wh-what did she make?” Someone asked.

“I-I think it was just chicken and rice…” Someone else responded.

Of course, the main thing on everyone’s mind… what did she do when she tasted something 10/10?