Words are always sharp.
Especially the words of a spirit medium, which are even more unsettling and embarrassing—
Much like the Old Lion's Young Son at this moment.
Holding the fish meat, neither putting it down nor swallowing it.
'Is the fish meat poisoned?
Is it poisoned?
No, right?
I watched him grill it; I didn't see him poison it?'
The Young Lion kept questioning himself in his heart, then naturally fell into an unprecedented dilemma, staring blankly at Arthur.
Arthur smiled.
Then he tore a piece of fish meat off and directly put it into his mouth.
"Don't worry, it's not poisoned.
Eat!
Hmm, it tastes good."
Arthur commented on his own cooking skill.
If one doesn't want to be a good spirit medium, one cannot become an excellent chef.
Relying on the [Lannister Family's Seasoning Jar], Arthur could be called an excellent chef.
At least, the Young Lion was devouring the food ravenously.
