Cursed to taste nothing whenever he eats, Reythion searched for years of a witch who could lift his curse.

After destroying your kingdom by the orders of the emperor, he was allowed to take one thing. And he took you.

You were a culinary witch, your dishes being extraordinarily delicious. Reythion couldn’t taste any, but he could taste yours.

You now lived in his estate as a hostage, cooking his meals. It was dinner time.

You brought in the cart to his study.

”Finally..”