The Possession-Spoon Chef Feeds the Empire - Chapter 65

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Chapter 65
Luciel set down a plate of Castella on the table, then brought over a teapot of Green Tea—the kind that was difficult to obtain in the Empire, and she had no idea when she’d brewed it.
Cain and Devron swallowed simultaneously.
Their gazes naturally converged on the thick, evenly sliced Castella before them.
The cross-section was fine and uniform, with a pale golden hue unmarred by a single air bubble.
Beside it sat a small dish of Honey, complementing the whole arrangement perfectly.
Glug-glug—
As the Green Tea poured into the cups, a pale, elegant green that was hardly seen in the Empire filled them with color.
Cain took the first sip of Green Tea.
The scent of grass bloomed on his palate, and a delicate sweetness lingered at the tip of his tongue.
It was a wholly different kind of depth from Black Tea.
Snick—
He touched the Castella with his fork next. The cake yielded without resistance, slicing cleanly.
Cain’s heart quickened as he dipped the Castella in Honey.
Mm.
The moment he took a bite, his tongue was enveloped in a fluffy texture.
It spread through his mouth like a cloud, then crumbled the instant he chewed.
After the texture came the taste.
Premium wheat and the richness of fresh eggs formed the base, over which the elegant fragrance of dense Honey rolled in like waves.
A sweetness as though concentrated sunlight had been packed into his mouth.
Even after swallowing, a faint Honey-scent lingered deep in his throat.
Ten years ago—he had wondered if this was the taste of heaven.
But this was better still.
Cain alternated between the Green Tea and the cake.
Somehow, the two cleansed the palate of each other perfectly.
Cain said nothing.
Not because he had nothing to say. His mouth was too busy.
The moment Cain reached for the fork again—
Nothing.
The plate was empty.
When he looked up, he found Luciel looking equally bewildered.
She too appeared to have eaten only a single bite.
When his gaze shifted again, he finally spotted Devron—his expression entranced.
More precisely, the crumbs of Castella clinging to his mouth.
“……It’s delicious.”
Devron muttered absently.
“It’s so soft. Fluffy like a cloud, but sweet……the texture, the flavor—how can anything be this extraordinary…….”
Genuine astonishment lit his eyes, which had been dim moments before.
“I feel like……like my mind is actually clearing.”
“That’s because until a moment ago, you were lost in emotion. Now a different stimulus has arrived.”
“Is that how it works?”
“Yes. And something delicious always changes a person’s mood.”
Luciel explained kindly, though her eyes betrayed regret at not having eaten more of the delicious treat.
“That’s what Mother used to say. The human mind is complicated, but also far simpler than you think.”
She continued.
“Even problems that won’t solve no matter how hard you think—after eating something delicious and reconsidering, you see a completely different approach.”
“……What manner of sage is your mother?”
“And the Duke said something similar too.”
Luciel shrugged.
“That politics and business are important, but the essence of life lies in everyday happiness—eating delicious meals in comfort. That power struggles exist to maintain such things.”
Clack.
Devron dropped the fork he’d been holding.
“……Father said that? That cold-blooded man of all people?”
His eyes, widened in shock, began to tremble slightly.
“Now that I think about it……Lauren once said something similar.”
“Your wife?”
“Long ago……she said it.”
Fully sobered, Devron straightened his posture in the chair.
“That she disliked the headache of political squabbles, disliked fighting with her younger brother over Peerage. That her greatest joy was eating delicious food and admiring the Payton Territory’s winter roses that bloom each year.”
“……So that’s why she went to her family home?”
Cain’s question prompted a slow nod from Devron.
As if grasping some profound truth, his pupils quivered without rest.
“In the Letter, it seemed to say she wanted to show Edwin and me flowers that bloom briefly and fade. Though honestly, I don’t remember clearly.”
“You don’t remember?”
“I don’t think I read the Letter properly.”
Luciel replied with an expression of incomprehension, and Devron pressed his forehead and lowered his gaze.
“I thought……she was just making conversation.”
He said.
“Trying not to reveal her true desires……I naturally assumed she secretly wanted power too. That she thought the same as the Council of Elders and Lauren’s aunt…….”
“…….”
Cain and Luciel sighed simultaneously as they looked at Devron.
“Why would such a person pursue a relationship with you?”
“How could such a person meet Devron?”
“Well, I was handsome when I was young!”
Devron let out a brief, hollow laugh.
“What did she say when she left?”
“That I wouldn’t……give her time.”
“If she said that, isn’t that the answer?”
“It was really……that simple?”
Devron froze again in his chair.
“Just……when life becomes unbearable, doing this……”
He picked up the fork and skewered the remaining Castella crumbs, then put them in his mouth.
“Eating something soft and sweet brings recovery—that was all? Lauren really only wanted to travel, look at flowers, eat delicious food?”
As if awakening from a long hypnosis, he withdrew a Letter from his breast.
It appeared to be one of several that Lauren had sent.
“Right, that’s it. Everything she wanted is here…….”
He murmured.
“I understand now. That was really it. What did I……what have I done…….”
He suddenly lifted his head, looking between Cain and Luciel in turn.
As clarity returned to his mind, horror began to frost his eyes.
“I did something foolish. Now that I’ve eaten something delicious, I can finally see it.”
“Well, you should kneel and apologize first.”
Cain shrugged as if the problem were solved.
“If she doesn’t return, you could pray for a fresh start. I heard she was quite sought-after before marriage. More marriage proposals than most beauties…….”
“It’s not about that. It’s an Imperial Matter.”
At Devron’s words, Cain’s eyes sharpened.
“What are you trying to say?”
“When I hadn’t fully sobered earlier……in the thought that I needed to handle it……I ended up…….”
Bang.
Cain pushed himself up from the table.
The softened expression from the Castella had vanished, leaving only a piercing gaze.
“Tell me exactly what you’ve done.”
He commanded in a low voice.
“I sent a Letter. With Father’s Seal. You know how, after Osborn’s authority was revoked, Father entrusted it to me……I thought I needed to handle it before Father found out.”
“To whom? What was the content?”
“To His Highness the Crown Prince.”
Devron answered, swallowing hard.
“A Letter admitting that everything was our fault and apologizing…….”
‘What did he do?’
Luciel’s expression turned incredulous as she stared at Devron.
Bang.
At the same moment, the chair Devron had been sitting in toppled over.
Cain had seized his collar across the table.
“You idiot!”
“Hack……with the drink still in my system and an empty stomach……until I ate the Castella, I couldn’t think straight…….”
“Do you understand what you’ve done?”
He shook Devron like a paper doll as he shouted.
“In the family’s name, you admitted that everything was Bael and Luciel’s fault! You admitted that they attempted to assassinate the Crown Prince!”
“But His Majesty the Emperor was present, so they won’t face punishment…….”
“Is avoiding punishment all that matters? That Imperial brat will use this as leverage to make whatever demands he wants of those two!”
Cain’s murderous gaze bore down on Devron with deadly intent.

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