It seems her harvesting method wasn't quite right, failing to brew that consummate deliciousness in the Little Angel.
However, if one truly desired such a flavor, I'm afraid this Little Angel would have suffered a great deal.
Forget it, let's not tease this little one anymore. It looks like today's main course can only rely on those two pieces of trash beside me.
Thereupon, the Fairy King shifted her gaze to the mothers, those two scum, of the Vice-President. This time, her eyes weren't just for intimidating Phoenix as before, but were filled with genuine, undiluted malice.
"Hehehe... Ladies, what a coincidence we meet again."
The Home Martial Soul laughed like a maniac, saying so.
This made Miss Wendigo, standing at the side, glance oddly at her "sister." That Clown's laughter even unsettled her, a demon, especially with the normally comical and laughable clown mask on her face, which now unexpectedly appeared quite sinister and terrifying, chilling onlookers to the bone.
If she felt this way, then the two Angel Witches, already apprehended by Dorothy herself, were even more panicked, even though they managed not to show it on their faces. However, the fear emanating from them couldn't fool the demonic physique of the Home Martial Soul.
Ah, this accursed sweetness, it's reached dessert level, far more flavorful than the Little Angel's plain rice meal.
Well, with a sweet appetizer in place, it's time to prepare the feast.
"Miss Wendigo, why don't you give me a demonstration first?"
The Fairy King turned her head to look at the Demon Witch beside her and said so.
After all, it was someone else's domain, and she, as a guest, shouldn't overstep her welcome.
"No need, since it's Miss Clown's learning session, you should practice it yourself. I'll be watching over here. By the way, do you know how to administer the torture? If not, I have a few nice methods here."
Although she felt that her sister had already laughed maniacally enough to probably know a thing or two about torture, she still thoughtfully took out the "Hell Scroll," which listed some of the torture methods commonly used by demons, such as the wooden horse, the breaking wheel, and so on.
The Home Martial Soul didn't refuse; she took the book on torture and browsed through it, then shook her head.
"These methods are decent, but I doubt they're enough to brew the ultimate deliciousness. On my part, I have some exquisite Immortal techniques from the Eastern Universe, shall we give them a try?"
The Fairy King proposed as such.
Upon hearing about Immortal techniques, Miss Wendigo immediately became interested and slightly curious.
"Sure, I'll help you out."
She walked up with relish.
The Fairy King smiled with delight and took out a set of knives from her magic bag. She casually drew one and entered into a cooking state. At this moment, her look towards those two scum Angel Witches was as cold and detached as if she were inspecting ingredients.
"So, how about we start with 'Lingering Death' for the Original Sin first meal?"
The Home Martial Soul suggested.
Her clown mask, previously bearing a somewhat normal grin, now twisted into something terrifying, as if her cheeks had also split open, sending shivers down one's spine.
First of all, let me make it clear that I, Dorothy, am not some kind of sadistic killer or anything; I'm just a chef with slightly superior knife skills who also happens to have a bit of knowledge about the Necromancy Sect.
No worries, no one will die for sure, for her mastery in Necromancy also means she possesses quite the skill in medicine; under her care, dying wouldn't be so easy.
...The Home Martial Soul in delight...