Book Eating Magician Wiki Novels & Stories

He did not need to guess who the person was who could do that dark magic technique just now; it was so easy. No one but Nicholas Southampton, a sand elemental dragon who was totally obsessed with their collection of string puppets by using their magic energy. A dragon who used to be a member of Schneider before successfully leaving the organisation, and now lived together under one roof with Alec Berthold. Aside from Nicholas Southampton, he did not know of a single supernatural being capable of successfully executing the forbidden technique. "Please enjoy the meal, Sir." With a flat voice like a robot in the man-made science fiction film he had watched when he was studying modern human cult

“I should make breakfast. What do you want?” Just as Ivara parted her lips to answer, he waved her off. “Forget it, I'll figure it out.” He muttered, pulling out a small book from his pocket. An actual cookery book. He began flipping through it with a focused expression. “What is something you would like... let me see...” He turned a page. Turned another. His nose wrinkled. “None of this looks edible. Ewww. How do people eat this?” he kept reading. “I'd always pick hearts and souls over any of this. Honestly, I don't understand why —”

It would make the teaching process easier. “You did such a wonderful job. It was not three hours wasted on it, at least you can start flicking the magic and believing more in yourself. Now, for a newbie like you, I think it was enough for now. We’ll take lunch break and then I will teach you about some instant protective spells you can use with protective charm I’ll give you later.” He praised and gave a little spoiler for their next exercise. Besides being a grand magician and an herbal composer, turned out he could cook some delicious traditional meals as well. He served her a bowl of purple colored soup which caught her attention at first since she had never seen anything like it before.

“A friend of Theodore’s new mate is a friend of ours; come tell us about yourself.” I let their voices fade behind me as I walked down the hall and into the kitchen. There, I unpacked all the food that would help fuel my magic. I was going to need to figure out how to cook with these types of ingredients. As if my thoughts had conjured it, a recipe book lay at the bottom of the box. I pulled it out carefully, immediately noticing it was used. A piece of paper stuck out of the top, and I opened the book to that page.

We would have lunch and go there later. "I don't know. I just wanted to... I don't know, give my opinion on what I see now." I finished eating and took a good sip of my beer, nothing better than combining it with beef. "Ok, tell me, what can the magician here see about me? What can you see?" I accompanied my concerns with my hands, encompassing a whole in front of me, as if I had a glass in front of my face and I was trying to point it out in its entirety.

Carmelia said. Magnolia then led Lavana and Beatrix to the room given to them. When Maggie had left, Lavana sighed and looked at the floor. “Big sis.” the little one called out softly. “I can’t believe I even stole your food!” Lavana said in shame. “Relax. It’s your tribrid spirits’ doing, right?” “How are you so smart?” “I’m a noble witch apprentice, after all. They’ll send us fruits, right? We’ll eat those.”

“You do not need to worry about the food this morning, my lady. The men would have prepared it by now.” Eh? Mel stared blankly, eventually turning her gaze to Lori. The thought—even the idea, was so strange to her that it took her a while to digest it. “Oh, I didn’t know that,” she weakly muttered, trying to visualize the men cooking over the fire like she had seen last night, but she hadn’t expected them all to do that. Would Bjorn cook for her? How would his food even taste?

somebody said by the door of the kitchen. I turned around and saw a handsome man who was the spitting image of Blaze, only older. No doubt, this was Nick’s stepfather. “Yes, I cannot believe it, too! Mackenzie is a genius in the kitchen! You should taste the dishes she cooked.” The man approached us and offered his hand to me. “Brad Maguire,” he said. I shook his hand. “Mackenzie Clarke. Pleasure to meet you, sir.” Beatrice and Margot entered the kitchen. They looked at the dishes, the kitchen countertop, me and Mrs. Maguire, and they realized what I have been doing while they left me behind.

Pausing for a moment, I added, “I apologise for my mistake. I didn’t know the library was off-limits.” “Actually, it isn’t exactly off limits….” She waved her hand and a pile of books flew out of the shelves and arranged themselves in neat stacks. Valence’s lips quivered as she muttered a spell in some language I couldn’t recognize. Moments later, the books vanished from my sight. “You can go ahead and read the others.” I bowed from my waist, “Thank you, Grand Magus.” “Why are you back? Is there a problem?”

It made me uneasy, and sick at the same time, but I blamed the little sprout in my belly for the latter. The only thing I could stand to eat was the roasted leg of lamb. Whoever cooked the meals tonight deserved a pat on the shoulder for their excellent culinary skills. But then a strange thought struck me; what if nobody actually cooked the meals, and the witches just chanted and threw some potions together to magically materialize everything that I saw on the table. Chuckling to myself, I took the last piece of roasted lamb, peeping over my shoulder as I walked away just to make sure the plate wouldn’t, by some miracle, fill itself again. No. No such thing.