the-king-of-the-wind.
On most occasions, Richard would not be so easily riled by words. He had long learned to bury them, to not be easily swayed, and yet- It stirred something in him, something deep and hot and sharp that the young king had long since tried to bury.
“I cannot permit such a thing to stand.” Richard shook his head, his eyes narrowed. Such blasphemous words… “Your creation was delicious because you created it from something delectable and added your own skill. I will not permit you to speak of it so!”
“Only out of the desire to create a dish that you would enjoy! The challenge took creativity and the skill I’ve honed after years of making sweets for Sorey, but there comes a time when you have to ask yourself: should this be made?”
Though only creating enough once he perfected the natto ice cream recipe to bring to Richard to last for some days, if spread apart, Mikleo understood now too that he would keep creating the recipe for the dessert. Over and over, until everyone had their fill of natto ice cream. Thus, it must only be with Richard; it starts and ends with this one man.
