Delicious

"The Holy Empire has been prosperous and at peace for the past five centuries. No wars have broken out, not with the nearing Empires and Kingdoms, nor between the Kingdoms that make up the Holy Empire. It has been my goal, and that of my predecessors for this age of peace to continue forever. In order to guarantee peace and prosperity, compromising, negotiating, and attempting to find a middle ground have been paramount. Today, however, an evil that cannot be negotiated with looms over the Holy Empire's prosperity."

The Emperor took a short pause.

Filling the throne room and standing in front of the Emperor were various important figures. There were Nobles who rule over surrounding areas, Kings of neighboring countries, and, perhaps most importantly, the Otherworlders brought to this world by the Goddess' Grace.

Since being teleported by Elena, the High Priestess, the Otherworlders found themselves treated like Nobles and Kings. While this was shocking and strange at first, going from normal ordinary men and women, to the revered Saviors Chosen By Divinity, the Otherworlders quickly began enjoying their privileges.

Three days had passed by then.

'Well...' Tristan scratched his cheek while listening to the Emperor's speech.

[Special Event Class Quest!]

[Objective: Steal one of the Emperor's women.]

[Difficulty: S.]

[Rewards: Three A-Rank Class-Specific Skills and 5 B-Rank Class-Specific Skills.]

'It keeps appearing every time I look at someone for too long.'

[Special Event Class Quest!]

[Objective: Steal the Emperor's Wife, the Empress of the Holy Empire.]

[Difficulty: SSS.]

[Rewards: Five SS-Rank Class-Specific Skills.]

'They'll have my head. And I don't particularly want to steal women.'

For now.

[Special Event Class Quests are saved within the System and can be completed at a later date.]

'Yeah, I don't know about that.'

Since obtaining his Class, Tristan has gained a couple of Class-Specific Skills.

[Your "Predator Eye[A-Rank]" Skill is Activating!]

'Still hate that name.'

[Name: Artorias Millir.

Status: Emperor of the Holy Millirian Empire.

Riches: Approximately Six Hundred Billion Lirs.

Strength: A-Rank.

Overall Power: SS.

Women: The Empress of the Holy Empire, the Duchess of Vicia, and 119 others.

]

'I'm tryna be like you, king.' Tristan thought with a chuckle, which caused a couple of stares.

The Emperor gestured, and the Chancellor walked forward.

"The Goddess has given us a warning." The Emperor explained as the Chancellor opened an ancient Scroll. "As many of you know..." The Emperor turned his gaze towards the Kings and Nobles of his court. "This Scroll is linked to the Empire's mortal enemy."

"That's...!"

"I know we've been told about it, but to see it..."

The Emperor took the scroll in his hand, showing it to all.

"When the Ancient Scroll of Millir will bleed tears of blood, you will know that the Underworld draws near. Pick up your Sword, call upon the Goddess's Grace, welcome the Otherworldly Heroes and accept them as your Saviors, for the Eternal and Undying Calamity has woken from its slumber. For the Black Witch of the Underworld has crossed over to the world of the living, determined to create a second Underworld."

'Don't know how I can help when all my Class wants me to do is cuck people.'

The Emperor turned his gaze towards the Otherworlders.

"The Black Witches advance must be halted before the Gates to the Underworld open fully. Before the Empire is infested by the Underworld's Fiends, Daemons, and Ghouls."

Tristan found his interest take a dip as the Emperor's speech turned motivating and less factual. There wasn't anything of much value that was said, but the courtroom did implode with cheers at the end.

The High Priestess led the Otherworlders out of the courtroom, leaving the Nobles, Kings, and Officials with the Emperor.

Once far enough away from the courtroom's doors, the Otherworlders cheered after learning that they were free to discover the castle and roam freely, something that Tristan was more than happy to do alone.

Walking aimlessly up and down the castle's floors, Tristan found himself on the Servants' floor.

"You're wasting your time cooking again?" A masculine voice filled with contempt echoed from within one of the rooms which, by the words uttered as well as the sound of plates being moved, Tristan judged to be a kitchen.

"It's not a waste of time!" A feminine voice argued. "The Empress loves my cooking!"

"Yeah, right. Like she would enjoy the food made by a commoner."

"She does! Her Personal Servants told me so!"

"You can be so dumb sometimes." The man chuckled with a sigh.

Tristan remained outside the room with his back against the wall.

"Ha! I'll prove you wrong!" The Servant picked a plate full of freshly baked pastries.

She walked closer and,

"You have to stop doing this." The man sighed as he swung a hand.

"What the hell are you doing?! I spent hours cooking on those!" She shouted suddenly, her sweet voice turning almost rageful as she stared at the plate that had been tossed to the ground.

"I'm just sad seeing you waste your time, Amy. Your cooking won't help you rise, your position won't change. You will always be in this place, in this room. The sooner that you accept that, the better."

Amy remained silent for a couple of seconds, doing her best not to let the tears knocking against her eyelids flow down.

"Where is this coming from?" She asked with a shaking voice. "You loved me a week ago and now you hate me? Why are you doing this?"

"I don't hate you, Amy." The man placed his hands on her shoulders. "I love you. That's precisely why I'm telling you. You're not going anywhere. Stop trying so hard."

Amy wiped a tear as a whimper exited her mouth.

"Is it because I've been talking about the Otherworlders so much? You know I didn't mean anything by it." She whispered with a shaking voice.

"Didn't mean anything by it? It's all you've been talking about for the last week. Every day, every second of every day!"

"So, what?! What's wrong with that?!"

"I guess I should have expected a Servant like you to be a whore. I don't know why I expected better-"

The man-s words were interrupted as a firm slap landed on his cheek.

"The Otherworlders are men AND women. They come from a different world. How am I supposed not to be interested in-"

Tristan pushed himself off the wall, his eyes wide.

"They come from a different world." The man said as he looked down on Amy, who had been knocked down by his slap. "This kitchen, this floor of the castle, that's your world." He started walking away. "Don't forget that."

Amy pressed her lips together as tears went down her face.

She wiped them after a moment, crawled towards the knocked-over plate, and stared at the pastries scattered on the ground.

Amy started silently collecting them and wiping down the areas on which the filling had been squirted out.

She paused after picking half of them.

Her breathing grew shakier by the second as she stared at the plate in her hands.

"..."

The shaking of her arms grew as intense as her breathing's.

With a sudden jerk, she raised her arms and the plate, ready to toss it on the ground and break it for good.

"Well, that's a waste." A voice resonated suddenly.

Her gaze having been stuck on the ground, Amy only just now noticed the sophisticated shoes that had entered the picture.

Before she could raise her gaze, the man that she assumed to be a Noble due to his sophisticated attire crouched down.

He picked up one of the collected pastries and devoured it in one bite.

"Oh." Tristan licked the filling off his index finger. "Delicious."