Chapter 291: Interesting
A song filled Lillia’s kitchen. Knives beat a drumbeat against her cutting board, following the act of the cursed blade that Arwin had given her. Sizzling meat sang a chorus and steam whistled in the background. Black strands extended from the walls and held her pans, tossing the sautéing vegetables within them every so often. Utensils, pots, and bowls of food ferried themselves through the air. Scents mixed together in a tantalizing swirl that almost felt like watercolor mixing upon paper.
To the untrained eye, it was chaos.
But to Lillia, it was an orchestra — and she was its conductor.
The Devil’s Den thrummed beneath her feet as their power mingled.
The direct contact between her skin and the floor of the Devil’s Den was what let her connect to the building. It was still young, but it was immensely powerful. Information flowed from the building into Lillia’s mind in a steady stream, the vast majority of it entirely useless.
Its attention flitted and danced from customer to customer like a delighted fairy. It conveyed scraps of their conversations and told her of what they wore. Of what they smelled like, of what they sounded like.
But it was more than just conversations.
Within the immense storm of information was more than what could be observed with the eye or ear.
The Devil’s Den told Lillia of her customer’s desires.