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00:02I am the culinary witch of the enchanted forest. With a single spoonful of sauce, I can make the
00:06whole forest bow at my feet. Yet on my very first day in the human world, I was clamped in
00:11iron
00:11chains and shoved onto a slave auction block. The auctioneer used an iron hook to lift my chin,
00:20putting my dirt and blood-smeared face on display. The crowd buzzed around the auction block.
00:25Seated beneath elegant canopies, the nobles lazily fanned themselves while eyeing me on
00:29the platform, barefoot and clothed in rags. I struggled desperately, trying to break the
00:34restraints with magic. But outside the enchanted forest, my powers had weakened and my magic wand
00:39was lost. Two days ago, I wandered into human territory searching for a rare ingredient.
00:44A patrol seized like me straight to this black market auction house. Bidding started almost
00:48immediately. The nobles weren't buying slaves for labor, they bought them for entertainment.
00:54The slave sold just moments ago hadn't even left the platform before his new owner used
00:58to his target practice and killed him with a single shot.
01:03Just as a leering nobleman was about to buy me, a sudden commotion stirred at the back of the crowd.
01:09Lancaster Manor is hiring a chef. Whoever can persuade Duke Cassidyne Lancaster to eat will be
01:15rewarded with 5,000 gold coins. Duke Lancaster cannot eat. 17 renowned chefs have failed in six
01:22months. Take it away, I can't. Not one got him to swallow a single bite. They all ended in the
01:27estate
01:28oven. I can make the Duke eat. Silence you wretched slave! Don't insult Lord Albert with your ridiculous
01:35lies! Stop! You can cook? Yes. If I can't cure the Duke, I'll accept whatever punishment you see fit. The
01:45middle-aged
01:45man was Albert, the butler of Lancaster Manor. He bought me from the auction house with a stack of
01:50silver coins and rushed me back to the estate without a moment's pause. Before I could even catch
01:55my breath, the kitchen doors swung open before my eyes. Gleaming copper pops lined the walls. On the
02:01shelves, butter, cheese, cured ham, and herbs stood in perfect order, yet all covered with a thin layer
02:06of dust. Judging by the state of it, no one had lit the stove in a very long time. The
02:13Duke hasn't taken
02:13a drop of water in three days. The physician says he won't survive the night. Seventeen cooks came
02:18before you. None could make him eat. If you fail, your fate will be the same as theirs. You'll be
02:22thrown
02:22into the oven. With that threat delivered, Albert turned and left with his men. I scanned the ingredient
02:30shelves, and a plan immediately formed in my mind. A person who hasn't eaten for a long time has a
02:36shrunken, weakened stomach. Rich, heavy dishes would only backfire. I picked out tender celery, sweet
02:42yellow onions, and carrots. I diced them into perfectly uniform small cubes, sautéed them
02:47slowly in butter over low heat until their juices released, then added a rich, pre-simmered beef
02:52bone broth. Then I picked up my spatula and used it as a minkantation magic wand. A tiny blue
02:57florent flame whooshed to life beneath the pot.
03:04magic flame could push the essential flavors of ingredients to their absolute peak. The power was
03:09faint, but it was better than nothing. Quick, the Duke has collapsed. The physician ordered the dish
03:12brought to him immediately. I picked up the soup bowl and hurried after her. Soon, we reached the
03:17Duke's chambers. The door was annoying. The thick, bitter cement of medicine poured through the gap.
03:22I pushed the door open and stepped inside. A maid was cleaning up the shattered pieces of a medicine
03:27bowl beside the bed. And the man on the bed, handsome yet gaunt, his golden hair falling over
03:31a pale, sharp jawline. His right hand was cut, hanging limply over the edge of the bed, blood
03:35dripping drop, drop by drop from his fingertips onto the carpet. An aura of dark, violent hostility
03:40radiated from him. A clear warning, stay away. This was the Duke, Cassian Lancaster.
03:48Get out. Get out, now. If you anger the Duke, none of us will leave here alive. If I retreated
03:56one step, the oven awaited me. I had no way back. Your Grace, this is a creamy vegetable and beef
04:03bone bisp. It's been simmered for two hours. It's gentle on the stomach. Please, just one
04:07taste. Are you incapable of understanding human speech? Drag her out. Panic flared in my chest.
04:14Instinctively, I reached into my pocket for my magic wand to defend myself. But my fingers
04:18closed around a honey-glazed fried chicken leg I'd made on a whim while the soup was simmering.
04:23I'd planned to eat it later as a snack once I'd passed Cassia's test.
04:33The base slave dares to insult the Duke? Drag her away! Throw her into the oven and burn
04:38her alive! Wait. Every gaze in the room walked onto Cassian. His jawline was taut and rigid.
04:46The piece of honey-glazed chicken leg rested inside his mouth.
04:53Your Grace, how do you find the chicken leg?
04:56The soup. Bring it here. I immediately pulled free from the guard's grip, picked up the bowl of
05:01vegetable and beef bone bisque, and stepped forward quickly. Carefully, I scooped up half a spoonful of
05:06the soup and lifted it to his lips. My grip tightened around the bowl until my knuckles
05:10turned white, and I barely dared to breathe. If he showed his approval anyhow, my life would be spared
05:16for the moment. But the next second, his brows furrowed sharply. His face turned even paler than
05:21before. His Adam's apple jerked violently several times.
05:25You poisoned the soup! Drag her away! Roast her alive!
05:39The soup isn't poisoned! I'll drink it myself to show you!
05:50You useless fools! Can't even restrain a slave! Drag her away now! Start the fire and burn this
05:55poison-wielding wretch to ashes! Two guards stepped forward and seized my arms again,
05:59hauling me bodily off the floor and dragging me toward the door.
06:02Stop!
06:04Cassian had pushed himself up slightly. His face was still weak, but his eyes were perfectly clear,
06:09with none of the dazed confusion of poisoning. Release her.
06:15Your Grace, you're unharmed?
06:21The soup is good. Let her stay.
06:23Both shocked and overjoyed, Albert quickly bowed in agreement. Then he turned to me,
06:28his face stern, and instructed me to serve Cassian with the utmost care.
06:32Over the following days, I spent every waking hour in the kitchen. From hearty pumpkin biscay to
06:37creamy cauliflower puree, and then to a rosemary braced lamb line, slow cooked to perfection.
06:42I constantly switched up the menu, using my tiny spark of magic to carefully nurse Cassia's weakened
06:47digestive system back to health.
06:51Cassian wasn't a man of many words. He ate every meal in silence, his appetite growing from barely
06:56half a bowl to a full plate. The hollows in his cheeks slowly filled in, and he began to look
07:01alive
07:01again. One day, while fetching cultured butter from the storeroom, I overheard two maids gossiping
07:07behind the shelves. The new one won't last long. The previous chefs managed to get the Duke to eat
07:11a few bites when they first arrived too, but once he got bored, they were thrown into the furnace all
07:15the same. Tell me about it. The Duke's heart is cold as ice. Last time, a maid accidentally snipped a
07:20marigold rose the wrong way, and he had her wrist tendons severed on the spot. An icy chill crept up
07:25my spine.
07:26Suddenly, the urge to run was overwhelming. I was a witch of Eberwood Forest. Once, flying across the
07:33entire forest on my broom was everless. If I could clear the estate walls, I could make it back to
07:39the
07:39forest edge. I slipped a long-handled broom out of the kitchen and crept into the secluded Yed Grove.
07:45Taking a deep breath, I gripped the handle, then began shaking virantly, before I could steady myself
07:50and swung my leg over it. The broom lifted a few inches, whisked the flight spell, it threw me onto
07:55the
07:55grass, dropped beside me, and rolled away. What are you doing?
08:03I noticed the leaves were piled up pretty thick over here, so I thought I'd bring a broom and tidy
08:07in a
08:07bit. I thought perhaps you might ride it and fly away to escape. Well, how was that even possible? I
08:22You twisted your ankle?
08:29I'll carry you back.
08:32Get on.
08:34Cassian walked steadily, showing no signs of someone who had just recovered from years of illness.
08:39Clutching the fabric at his shoulders, I stole glances at his handsome profile. The fear I'd felt
08:44slowly began to fade. He didn't seem quite so terrifying after all.
08:51You're not actually a slave, are you?
08:54I hesitated, too afraid to confess the truth. The elders who had escaped back from the human
08:59world had warned us. Mortals saw magic as heresy. If they caught a witch,
09:02they'd tie her to a burning stake until even her bones were reduced to ash.
09:06I grew up in the forest. I was mistakenly captured by a patrol.
09:12I'm not really a slave. When we reached my quarters, he bent his knees and carefully,
09:17gently set me down. Instinctively, his hand reached out to steady my waist. The coolness of his palm
09:22seeped through the thin fabric of my dress caught. I quickly braced myself against the wooden shelf
09:26behind me. He seemed to realize it, too. His fingertips paused for a moment before he slowly withdrawn his
09:32hand. I'll have the physician send some medicine over. No need to cook today. Stay in your chamber and rest.
09:40I'll have someone bring your dinner here. That night, I applied some magically infused herbs.
09:44By the next day, the swelling in my ankle was completely gone, back to normal. I wandered to
09:50the garden to pick some rosemary, preparing to make roasted lamb chops for Cassian. So you're the
09:55lowly slave who latched onto Caspian through your cooking. I turned around to see a woman in a pearl
10:00white gown standing at the garden path entrance. Her makeup was exquisite, but her eyes were laced with
10:05venom. It was Lydia. I'd heard the other maids whispering about her. Cassian's former fiancé was
10:11known for always wearing white gowns. When he was on the brink of death, she tore up their engagement
10:15contract in the middle of the night and spread the news everywhere that Cassian was going to die.
10:20Lydia walked closer step by step, looking me up and down with a contemptuous sneer.
10:25A filthy little slave like you dares to cozy up to Cassius.
10:30The witch's creed was instilled in us from childhood, never to endure humiliation.
10:35Facing a harpy like Lydia, I snatched her hand out of the air and slapped her right back.
10:40You slave! You dare to hit me! I'll have your life!
10:44The coarse thorns tore through my clothes with a ripping sound. Dozens of barbs stabbed viciously
10:49into my flesh. Warm blood trickled down my back. A dense, searing network of pain exploded across
10:55my skin, making me gasp sharply. Lydia gathered her skirts and walked over to stand in front of me,
11:00staring down with venomous scorn. Guards! Drag this wretch to the mass grave and let the dogs have her!
11:06I pushed against the ground, trying to stand. Every movement in my back drove the thorns deeper,
11:11sending cold sweat beating across my forehead. Stop!
11:14I looked up to see Cassian striding toward us, his face dark and truly terrifying. His gaze swept
11:21over me, crumpled and bleeding in the briars, and the pressure radiating from him turned murderous.
11:29Get out of my manor. From this day forward, the Lancaster family will have nothing to do with you.
11:32The blow sent Lydia stumbling backward, her face instantly swelling. She opened her mouth to protest,
11:37but one look from Cassian made her tremble in terror. In the end, she could only grit her teeth,
11:42sobbing pitifully as she fled. He bent down and swept me up into his arms. I instinctively
11:48glitched the front of his shirt. My heart suddenly hummered, smithing a wild beat. He carried me all
11:53the way back to my room and laid me down on the chaise lounge. Don't move. Bracing against the pain,
11:58I lay still. I heard the whisper of him drawing a dagger, felt the cool flat of the blade slide
12:03carefully against my back, before the fabric tore with a soft rip. The blood-soaked cloth parted
12:08and fell away on either side of my spine. Cassian's fingertips pressed gently at the edge of a wound.
12:14Bear it a moment. I'll get the thorns out. His breath fared against the make of my neck,
12:19sending a shiver through me. My entire body instantly went taut. Does it hurt? His voice was
12:26right behind my ear, low the vibration making the tips of my ears burn. I shook my head,
12:31not daring to turn around, and only glitched the bed curtains tightly, my heart beating faster and
12:36faster. When the last torn was finally extracted, he arranged the blood-tipped splinters in a neat
12:40row on a white silk handkerchief, a dense, fine row, all coated with dark red traces of blood.
12:46My back was covered in a mess of tiny, bloody puncturings. Some were still oozing bulbs of
12:50blood that traced slow paths down the curve of my spine. Cassian dipped his fingertips into the
12:54ointment and began applying the medicine for me. When his cool fingertips brushed across my skin,
12:58my back suddenly tent up. I couldn't tell if it was pain or an itch. Only once the ointment was
13:02evenly spread did he pull a soft velvet blanket over me and gently cover my back. I turned to thank
13:08him, but my gaze collided right into his. I'm sorry. You were dragged into this because of me.
13:16I was utterly stunned. All those rumors about his ruthlessness and cold heart suddenly blurred
13:21in my mind at that moment. Yesterday it was still swollen. How did it heal so quickly today?
13:27I grew up hurting myself all the time. I'm tough. I heal fast.
13:32Fortunately, Caspia didn't press further. He turned and went out to call the physician.
13:37A few days later, my injuries were completely healed. That day, I brought a new dish to the
13:42study to find Cassian. I caught a glimpse of a gilded invitation spread open on his desk.
13:47It read, City State Culinary Competition. The first prize was a century-old purple linen branch
13:52plus a boon from the lord himself. My breath caught in my throat. I felt my blood begin to
13:57boil with excitement. In the human world, purple linen was worth more than its weight in gold.
14:02In the magic world, it was the ultimate base material for crafting a magic wand. Impervious to
14:07fire, resistant to any blade. It might even have the power to restore my magic.
14:18I nodded guiltfully and lied, saying I wanted to make a rolling pin. He let out a low chuckle but
14:23didn't expose my lie. He nodded his approval and gave me leave to enter the competition as the private
14:28chef of House Cancaster, with free reign to choose any ingredients I wanted. Over the next few days,
14:33I polished my competition dishes while constantly thinking about restoring my magic. I suddenly recalled
14:39that Cassia's study housed many rare, ancient manuscripts. So, while he went out to receive
14:44guests, I secretly slipped inside to rummage through them. On a hidden shelf in the deepest
14:48corner, I found an old book out magic. It mentioned that a witch who had lost her powers could restore
14:55them by standing at a high place and bathing in the light of the full moon. I clutched the pages
14:59tightly,
15:00my heart pounding wildly. That very night was a full moon. I snuck around to the tall tower at the
15:06back
15:06of the estate, and climbed the stone steps all the way up to the highest observation platform.
15:12I stood at the edge of the stone platform, closed my eyes, and silently chanted the incantation.
15:18But ten minutes passed, and my magic power still hadn't returned. Disappointed, I turned to leave,
15:23but my foot slipped on a loose piece of stone. My whole body lurched violently forward, half my body
15:28pitched over the edge, hanging in mid-air. The wind instantly whipped through my skirt. Below the tower
15:33was a dark, murky pool where several crocodiles were gliding through the water. Weightlessness seized
15:38my heart in an instant. I closed my eyes in instinctive terror, but a hand grabbed my wrist
15:44in a steel grip and wrenched me violently back. I slammed into a familiar chest. Looking up, my geist
15:51collated squarely with Cassian's eyes, burning with pure fury. His grip on my wrist was crushing. He gritted
15:56his teeth, barely holding back his rage. What are you doing? Do you have a death wish? Utterly furious
16:03with me. Cassian turned and started to walk away. I hurried after him immediately. I'm sorry. I just
16:10came up here to look at the moon. Seeing him walk faster and faster, I panicked and grabbed his hand
16:15tightly. Cassian stopped a butly and spun around. My momentum didn't stop in time, and I crashed right
16:21into his chest. His hands caught my waist, instantly pulling us close. He looked down at me, his gaze
16:27slowly trailing from my eyes down to my lips. My heart raced wildly. I watched, frozen, as he leaned
16:33down inch by inch, closing the distance. Your Grace?
16:43For the next two days, I hid from Cassian.
16:49I didn't know how to face him, because I had fallen for Cassian. But he was human,
16:55destined never to be with a witch. On the day of the competition, I finally saw Cassie again.
16:59He knocked on my door and said he would escort me to the venue. His expression was no different
17:03from usual. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief and said he would escort me to the venue,
17:07yet couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment.
17:11The cooking competition was held in the front courtyard of the Lord's Castle.
17:15Twelve cooking stations were arranged in two orderly rows, with nobles seated high above on
17:20a viewing platform. I said goodbye to Cassian and walked to my assigned cooking station.
17:26Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Lydia standing diagonally across from me,
17:31sleeves rolled up, meticulously her to enter adjusting her knives. I froze for a moment.
17:35I hadn't expected her to enter the competition too. Her brow arched and a malicious smile curled
17:40at the corner of her mouth. A sense of four beating shot through me. I looked down and
17:45lifted the cloth covering my ingredient basket. My heart instantly turned to ice. My core spices,
17:50which I had carefully prepared in advance, were crawling with rats and ants. I lifted my eyes and
17:54met Lydia's provocative stare head on. The smile on her lips was blatantly smug. Snicks riffled through the
18:00crowd all around me. This wretch is nothing but a slave born mongrel and she dares to compete. Does
18:06she even know what fine cuisine is? I heard she's Duke Lancaster's slave. She's truly bringing shame
18:11upon the house of Lancaster. Can't even keep her spices safe. I say she should just give up right now.
18:19I saw Cassian seated beside the Lord on the high platform, his gaze fixed on me with deep worry.
18:24And in that gaze, I found the strength to stand my ground. I gripped my knife tightly, drew a deep
18:30breath, and shoved down the fire rising in my chest. I dug out the intact beef shank from the bottom
18:36of
18:36the basket, along with some small soil-cooked potatoes and a few limp, bruised sprigs of thyme. Then,
18:42I gathered a faint trace of green light at my fingertips and let it flow along the blade of my
18:46knife. I began to work. The dense tuff flew up and down so it was sliced into uniformly thin sheets,
18:52each one with tough beef shank with perfect, intact texture, and the sinew trimmed away clean.
18:59I tossed the potatoes into the air, two swift flicks of my cleaver, and they were perfectly peeled.
19:04The snickling around me instantly faded. Some people couldn't help but crane their necks to peer
19:09over at my station. I didn't dare use my familiar magic flame. I only netted that tiny, meager amount
19:14of nature magic into the very fibers of the ingredients. My fingertips brushed gently over the beef. The
19:18top meat slowly relaxed and opened, the muscle fibers plumping up. Then I brushed over the wilted,
19:23curled thyme sprigs, the leaves unfurled, becoming lush and bright once more.
19:28When the pan was hot and the butter had melted, I laid the beef slices in. In that instant, sizzle.
19:35A crisp, explosive crackle rang out. A rich, mellow, meaty aroma mingled with a fresh,
19:40clean herbal cement burst forth and drifted to every corner of the venue. The previously
19:45calamitous competition grounds suddenly went mostly silent. The nobles who had been chattering non-stall
19:50fell quiet, sniffing the air as they turned toward my direction. The smugness on Lydia's face also
19:54froze. She stared at me, her expression darkening. Soon, the cooking time was over. The bronze bell rang
20:01out at the edge of the venue. The stoves at every cooking station were extinguished one after another.
20:06I plated my dish, swiftly, as servers wound through the stations, collecting the dish through the stations
20:12in order to present them to the judges. Lydia was the first to finish arranging her dish. Lifting her
20:17pearl white skirts, she strode forward with her head held high. A red wine reduction drawn in a smooth,
20:22graceful arc, garnished at the edge with edible gold leaf. It was exquisite, like a museum piece.
20:28The judges and the lord tasted it in turn.
20:32All of them nodded in praise. Scorecards were raised one after another, the numbers pulling far ahead.
20:38Lydia's truffled foie gras shows masterful heat control and rich, mellow flavor. It doesn't pale
20:42in comparison to the finest chefs in the royal capital. The noble ladies in the front row chimed
20:46in agreement, hiding their smiles behind ivory fans as they praised her for having both pedigree and skill.
20:51Lydia curlsied slightly, the smirk on her lips growing even wider. Yet, from the corner of her eye,
20:57she threw a side-led glance at me, a look clearly waiting for me to make a fool of myself.
21:01I ignored her provocation entirely. Picking up my plate, covered with a silver clover,
21:05I walked at a measured pace toward the judge's table. The nobles along the way couldn't help
21:10but turn their eyes towards me. Up on the high platform, Cassian, who had been leaning back in
21:14his chair, some were curious, others raised their owls, now sat up straighter. His gaze was fixed
21:18unblankly on the plate in my hands. But at that moment, a figure suddenly rushed at me from diagonally
21:23behind, stumbling heavily right into my path. The plate in my hands lubged violently. The silver clatter
21:29clattered and slid half an inch open. The entire dish seemed about to crash to the ground. I instinctively
21:34twisted my wrist, silently chanting an implantation in my heart. Green magic light seeped from my
21:38fingertips. I gripped the bottom of the plate, tightly lifted it. The wobbling plate landed
21:42steady back in my palm. The clutch, which had slid half an inch open, was pressed back into place by
21:46me.
21:48The maid who had bumped me was now sitting on the ground, clutching her ankle, and acting like she
21:52had merely tripped, offering fake apologies in rapid succession, all while her eyes slipped flutively
21:57toward Lydia's direction. I had no interest in getting tangled up in these petty tricks. Carrying my plate,
22:02I walked straight to the judges' table. The moment I lifted the clover, a warm, mellow meaty aroma
22:07mingled with a crisp, clean, herbal cement wafed through the air. The beef slices, braised until
22:12meltingly tender, were layered in folds over a bed of smooth, velvety mashed potatoes. The surface glistened
22:17with an enticing sheen. The judges were so enticed, they began swallowing in anticipation. They couldn't
22:23wait to start tasting. One after another, their faces lit up with astonishment, and they praised me with utter
22:29disbelief. The scorecards they raised were a clear notch higher than what they had just given Lydia.
22:35To achieve such layers of flavor with common ingredients is truly rare. Otherwise, she
22:39wouldn't have cured my ananexia. The final scores were announced. I had beaten Lydia by a margin of
22:45two points and taken first place. Lydia couldn't accept it. She shrieked accusations of cheating,
22:51but couldn't produce a shred of evidence. She was coldly rebuked by the Lord for her disgraceful
22:55conduct instead. Left with no choice, she clenched her skirts and stormed away, her face twisted with
23:00venomous spite. I received the wooden box containing the lilan wood from the Lord's hands.
23:05My heart was pounding. With this, I could finally craft a new magic wand.
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23:11Grazie a tutti
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