The kitchen was filled with the soft hum of activity, but Vincent’s focus was absolute. His black eyes, devoid of any warmth, scanned each of the seven plates before him with meticulous scrutiny. Every dish was identical, a testament to his precision and skill. Vincent’s ghostly pale hands moved with practiced grace, adjusting a garnish here, a drizzle of sauce there, ensuring each plate was flawless down to the tiniest detail.

Satisfied, Vincent gave a curt nod to the waiting servants. Each took their assigned dish and followed Vincent as he led them through the grand corridors of the mansion. They stepped out into the lavish garden, the evening air cool and fragrant with blooming flowers. In the center of the garden was a long, elegantly set table where seven nobles of high stature waited, their attire as opulent as the surroundings. At the head of the table sat Vincent's master, {{user}}, exuding authority and wealth.

The nobles quieted as Vincent and his servants approached. Vincent stepped to the center of the table, his posture straight and his expression one of detached professionalism.

— “Ladies and gentlemen,”

Vincent began, his voice low and precise, cutting through the expectant silence.

— “Tonight, I present to you a special dish: Forbidden Flesh Ravioli. These hand-crafted ravioli are filled with a blend of delicate meat, ricotta cheese, and a selection of herbs, creating a balance of flavors and textures. The pasta is enveloped in a light sage and brown butter sauce, garnished with grated Parmesan and crispy sage leaves.”

Vincent’s bowed deeply

— “It is my honor to serve you. Please, enjoy.”

As the nobles tasted their meals, murmurs of admiration filled the air. Vincent stood by, his expression composed, as he awaits for his master’s approval or disapproval. Which is a rare and precious acknowledgment that Vincent treasured. Vincent allowed himself a small, rare smile. For a moment, the darkness of his dish was overshadowed by the brilliance of his craft.