Chapter 268: He's a Sacred!

Aurianna rubbed her sore cheeks, her lips curling into a reluctant pout. "Ahh, my magic's low, so my hands won't work properly for a full day. Can you feed me, please?" she asked, adjusting herself on the bed. 

"I will," Batholem offered immediately, pulling his chair closer and picking up a bowl of food. With a spoonful in hand, he fed Aurianna. 

Her eyes lit up as she swallowed the first bite. "So delicious!" she exclaimed after a few more bites. "Who would've thought elvish food could be this good?" 

Peter crossed his arms, giving her a blank stare. "Let me guess—you thought we mostly eat vegetarian food?" 

"Hell yeah!" Aurianna replied without a shred of shame. "But I never judge what type of food it is as long as it's good." Her eyes sparkled as she eagerly opened her mouth for another bite. 

Peter laughed heartily. "You're unbelievable." 

Batholem, however, looked more concerned. "Are you sure your hands will grow back?"