Anon and Faith stepped into a restaurant named ‘Good Cuisine.’
Ting The bell at the entrance chimed as they opened the door.
“I’m sorry, folks, but we’re closed for toda- Ohh… White Elves,” said the gentleman behind the counter, a 60-year-old Dark Elf with white hair who remarkably looked young. In elven years, this guy is what you call a teenager.
“Oh, are you closed?” Faith inquired, her eyes on the Dark Elf.
“N-No, ma’am. Please have a seat,” he stammered and quickly ushered Anon and Faith to two chairs.
‘Wow… She’s so cute,’ he thought as he looked at Faith.
“Thank you,” Faith acknowledged as she took her seat. 𝗼𝐯𝗹．𝐞𝘁
“Here are your menus, Sir and Madam. Please order anything you’d like. We have everything available,” the manager said, handing menus to Anon and Faith.
“Why all the fuss at this late hour, Jim?” A Dark Elf lady emerged from the kitchen, looking groggy.
“Mom, there are some customers-” Jim began.
“What? Customers this late? Tell them to come back tomo- Holy White Elves,” the lady exclaimed as she laid eyes on Faith and Anon.
“Hi…” Faith greeted the lady with a smile.
“H-Hi… Please order anything. I’ll prepare it instantly,” the lady stammered.
“We don’t want anything… I’d like you to bring me an air-tight sealing container, some milk, some strawberries, and some sugar,” Anon requested.
“Umm…? You want ingredients, not food?” Jim’s mom asked, perplexed.
“Yes… I’d like to try something. Don’t worry; I’ll pay for it,” Anon reassured.
“Oh, alright. I’ll bring it in a minute,” Jim’s mom said, heading to the kitchen.
“I’ll take these menus, thank you,” Jim said as he subtly took the menu from Faith’s hand, brushing against it. Anon noticed this.
“So, Jim… Could you show me the way to the restroom?” Anon asked, smiling at Jim.
“Huh…? Oh, yes. Please come with me,” Jim said and led Anon to the restroom.
Once inside, Anon began washing his hands.
“So, Jim, do you work here with your mother only?” Anon asked, glancing at the mirror.
“No, sir. My sister also helps us. She is asleep right now,” Jim replied with a smile.
“Good, good… You wouldn’t want your mother and your sister to lose their fingers, would you?” Anon asked, wearing a serious expression.
“E-Excuse me… What?” Jim asked, bewildered.
“Well, I noticed your urge to touch my companion ever since we entered this restaurant, and you finally did when you took the menus back. So, I suppose I have every right to remove all your fingers, along with your mother and sister, right?” Anon asked, his eyes glowing dark purple.
“I-I-I’m sorry, sir. It must’ve been a mi-” Jim tried to explain, but Anon immediately cut him off.
“You wouldn’t want that. I observed your facial expressions, and your heart rate spiked when you touched her. It indicates premeditation, and if you label it as a mistake, I will seriously proceed with it and cut all of your fingers,” Anon warned.
“Please, sir, forgive me. I’m a fool, and I’ll never make that mistake ever again. I won’t even look at her,” Jim pleaded, grabbing Anon’s leg to save his fingers.
“See, admitting your mistakes and apologizing isn’t so difficult. If only some other people knew that, they might still be alive and free today,” Anon said, looking at Jim with a friendly smile, then exited the restroom.
Anon returned to his table and took his seat.
“Wow, you took quite a while in the restroom, didn’t you? Don’t you know that ladies don’t like to wait, young man?” Jim’s mom joked, smiling at Anon.
“So, did you bring all the ingredients I ordered?” Anon asked, eyeing the items on the table.
“What are you trying to make? A strawberry milkshake? I can make it for you,” Jim’s mom offered.
“No, he calls it ‘ice-cream,'” Faith interjected.
“Oh, that’s something new. Can I see it? Or is it a secret recipe?” Jim’s mom inquired.
“Well, you can see it,” Anon replied as he picked up the square-shaped metal container and poured milk into it.
Next, he picked up the strawberries and employed a skill…
[Water’s Flow]
Suddenly, the strawberries lost their color, shrinking to one-tenth their size, while a small, dark pink water droplet appeared hovering over Anon’s finger.
“What is that?” Faith and Jim’s mother asked, confused.
“This is essentially the natural flavor and color of strawberries, separated from their pulp. If only it had 50 times more power, I could simply extract all the water from someone’s body,” Anon explained as he mixed the strawberry flavor into the milk.
“Why would you extract water from someone’s body?” Faith asked, puzzled.
“Hmm…? To kill them, of course. Why do you think I would do that?” Anon responded, looking confused.
Faith decided to remain silent and observe him.
Anon continued mixing the strawberry flavor into the milk until it smelled like strawberries and turned pink.
“Now, some sugar…” Anon said as he crushed the sugar into a powdery form for easier mixing.
After completing all the steps, he sealed the container airtight.
‘Ice burst, Low mana…’ Anon used another skill.
Suddenly, the black metal box started turning white as ice vapors gradually enveloped it.
After ten seconds, Anon ceased the skill and slowly opened the container…
Inside the box was a soft pink block of ice cream, just as he had expected.
“Could you bring some plates and spoons?” Anon asked Jim’s mother.
“Oh, sure, just a second.” Jim’s mother quickly retrieved four plates and spoons from the kitchen.
Anon sliced four blocks of ice cream from the chunk and distributed them to everyone.
Faith took a bite, and her expression was beyond words.
“Well…?” Anon inquired with a smile as he took a bite himself.
“Wow… Mr. Jule, what is this? It’s like I’m eating ice, but it’s incredibly creamy. It melts in my mouth, leaving a delicious strawberry flavor,” Faith exclaimed.
“Hmmm… Wow, this is simply amazing. What was the name of this dish again?” Jim’s mother asked as she continued to enjoy the ice cream.
“Ice cream,” Anon replied with a smile.
“Can I have another one?” Jim asked.
“Help yourself,” Anon said, passing the metal container to Jim.
“Thank you, Mr. Jule,” Jim expressed his gratitude as he dug into the ice cream right from the container.
“Mr. Jule, please sell me your recipe. I’ll buy it at any price,” Jim’s mother implored, grabbing Anon’s hand.