Chapter 146
On the table, an extravagant spread of delicacies stretched out in every direction, leaving no corner untouched. The richness of the feast was overwhelming, and the sheer variety of dishes dazzled the eyes.
The fragrance was intoxicating. It wasn't merely the aroma of fine food—it was something more. Something enchanting. The scent seemed to rise and soar, lifting spirits to the heavens themselves, as if tasting it would awaken senses long dormant.
"These foods are exceptional supplements. For our Angelic lineage, they can delay the effects of aging, which plague even those with enhanced longevity. For you, it will refine your appearance, make your features more radiant and clear, and even purge impurities from your system. The benefits are significant."
Brice smiled as he gestured for everyone to relax and enjoy.
This was not merely hospitality. This was reverence. The Angelic House offered their highest form of respect to guests—and now, to their benefactors. After all, not long ago, these same guests had defended them with unwavering force.
Brice's smile held gratitude deeper than words.
"Brice is right, eat quickly before it gets cold," the old patriarch added kindly, his tone warm and sincere. There was no trace of arrogance in his demeanor—only humble hospitality.
"I gotta say," Finn said, grinning as he glanced over the table, "you Angels really know how to treat your twenty-two guests right."
There was a teasing note in his voice, but he didn't hesitate to pick up his utensils and signal to the others. No need for formalities here.
Truthfully, Finn hadn't expected such thorough generosity. Not from a celestial family so ancient and proud.
"Isn't this normal?" the old patriarch replied with a casual wave of his hand. "You saved us. You fought off those demonic entities that nearly brought destruction to our sanctuary. You're not guests—you're heroes. Our benefactors."