The banquet room of the governor’s residence once boasted splendid grandeur, however, it was now bleak and quiet that one could even call it desolate. The floor was broken in random places as if telling the horrors of ‘that day’, and the antique fireplace in the shape of a mermaid was devoid of fire and warmth.

Raven walked towards the head of the long table which was made to seat 30 people at a time. He nonchalantly wiped the dust off of his chair and the table before sitting down. He scanned the guilt-ridden employees before opening his mouth.

“We should clean up later and get something to eat for now. Who is the cook here?”

The employees’ gazes turned to one person at Raven’s words.

“Oh, no, I…”

A middle-aged woman stuttered with a flustered expression.

“What’s wrong?”

Raven tilted his head in confusion, and the woman managed to barely answer while cold sweat decorated her forehead.

“Well, I, I’m not a cook, Your Excellency. I just helped out with this and that in the kitchen…”

“Hmm, I see.”

It made sense.

This was the residence of Leus’ governor, one of the most prominent ports in the empire. They would not have hired an ordinary middle-aged woman to do their cooking but rather skilled masters, probably...