SUPREME ARCH-MAGUS

The spiritual stove glowed erratically. The beast-oil pan was smoking. A pot of Flame Fish bubbled like a cursed cauldron. A clumsy swing of her ladle knocked over a spirit wine bottle, which spilled onto a fire formation.

A glowing rune blinked.

A second later—

BOOOOOOOM!!!

Flames exploded. Smoke choked the air. A jade cupboard flew straight into a wall. A pan of half-fried eel flipped upside down onto a maid’s head.

“LADY SANA, BACK AWAY!”

“The Pearl Cave is cursed!”

“NO, LADY SANA IS COOKING AGAIN!!”

Just as the stove was about to combust again—

A calm voice echoed through the smoke.

“Step aside.”

Kent.

Already present, seated casually near the door, he’d been watching the mess with the mild amusement of a teacher watching a toddler smear paint on scrolls.

All the people who closed their ears, were carefully watching Kent with wide open eyes.

As the stove cracked open and let out a final threatening hiss, Kent waved a single hand.

Snap.

A soft golden flame leapt from his palm, struck the formation circle beneath the stove, and rewrote the runes. Instantly, the chaos settled. The spirit fire calmed, the smoke dissipated into the air like respectful mist, and the runaway kitchen fell eerily silent.

Kent directly tossed the burnt dishes into waste drain and poured the sparkling spring water into the hot pot.

Everyone blinked.

Even Sana was speechless.

Kent stepped forward, rolling up his sleeves with the poise of a battle-hardened general preparing for war. With a casual flick of his wrist, ingredients flew into the air, floating in perfect formation.

The stove flared with soft blue fire, now under absolute control.

He didn’t speak. He simply cooked.

The kitchen had never seen a man cooking so casually. Usually the cooks make loud noises and add cries while cooking spiritual meat. To bear the heat, the cooks usually move back and forth while cooking the meat rolls.

But contrary, Kent stood before the earthen stove and casually added ingredients at high temperature.

While the Loon family members, servants and Sana watched in silence, Kent added more pots to the stove as his hands danced over ingredients.

Blazing Phoenix Root Soup simmered in midair cauldrons.

Moon Jelly dumplings rolled out from thin air, pierced by glowing chopsticks that floated around like tiny soldiers.

Heavenly Marrow Rice soaked in dew from a floating orb and glowed golden, each grain infused with Qi.

A flaming wok spun in the air, slathering Thunder fish meat in jade oil and crushed sea salt as spirit flames danced beneath it like a ritual.

The smell— …ohh heavens, the smell— drifted through the Loon family pearl cave. Even then outsiders paused to listen.

The spirit pets emerged from Kent’s ring one by one, tails wagging, eyes wide, sniffing the air like temple pilgrims drawn to incense.

“WHAT is that smell?!”

“The Sea God himself would weep!”

“SOMEONE CATCH THAT FLOATING SHARK—oh wait, it’s made of steam!”

Servants gathered at the door. A few elders quietly entered, pretending to check the kitchen’s safety, but quickly seated themselves and pulled up jade plates. Even the grumpy head chef—previously hiding under a table—crawled out in disbelief.

Sana, covered in flour and slightly witch-like face, could only gape.

“Kent… are you… a chef?”

“No,” he replied, flipping a flying shrimp with one hand. “I just hate bad food.”

Just as Kent placed down a spirit-roasted squid the size of a table, the kitchen doors slammed open.

“WHERE IS SANA!?”

The royal blue robes of Prince Varun swirled as he entered, trident staff crackling with electric runes. Behind him, guards looked grim, clearly expecting danger.

“I heard there was an explosion at the Loon Family Pearl Cave!” Varun boomed. “Sana, are you—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

The scene before him was… surreal.

Sana was seated casually at a side table, cheeks puffed with food, clearly munching on something Kent cooked. Dozens of spirit beasts surrounded a banquet like spoiled lords. Servants were whispering excitedly as they passed dishes around.

In the middle, Kent stood with his sleeves slightly rolled, flipping a wooden spatula like he was taming a celestial beast.

Varun blinked.

“I… what… the explosion?”

Sana wiped her mouth, lips curled into a smug smile. “Oh, that. That was me.”

“You—WHAT!?”

“Relax, My Dear Prince. I just got carried away with the salt. Kent saved the kitchen.”

Varun’s eyes narrowed. “He saved—what is he doing here?”

Kent turned slightly and said calmly, “Eating.”

Varun’s face darkened.

“You think cooking earns you favor in the Naga court?”

“No,” Kent said, placing down a sizzling dish. “Just survival. I’m bored of your royal food.”

Sana laughed behind her cup. “I showed mercy on Kent as he is a human and needs physical food unlike us. No weird secrets. Just food.”

The kitchen burst into another round of quiet chuckles and murmurs. The servants were amazed at how Sana turned the facts of her spoiling kitchen to showing mercy on Kent. In their minds, Kent is the actual one who saved them today from a big explosion.

Varun’s eyebrow twitched.

He leaned closer to Sana. “Why does he look so… comfortable here?”

Sana gave him an innocent look. “You said he was dangerous. I wanted to make sure he stays close, fed, and tamed as our servant.”

Kent didn’t even look up from plating his Blue Coral Crab dish. He ignored Sana’s remark as he decided to take revenge for her words tomorrow while treating her cave.

Varun grit his teeth.

“Fine,” he muttered. “But if another stove explodes, I’m exiling you both.”

“Noted,” Kent said with a smirk and sat on the table. The servants immediately began placing the food pots and jade plates on the dining table.

Sana hurriedly picked a meat piece and offered it to Varun to distract him from the main topic.”Here. One bite. You’ll forgive all the explosions.”

Varun reluctantly tasted the dish.

Silence.

Then—

“…Heavens,” Varun mumbled, eyes widening. “This is better than the Empress Feast of Dragon Year 78…” Suddenly he stopped speaking and put on a stoic face.

Sana leaned back with a smug look.

As Varun sat, chewing slowly, pretending not to like it too much, Kent leaned over to his pets and whispered, “Do not let that prince brat taste another bowl. Finish everything.”

Immediately, Tony, the one eyed badger rushed forward and sat beside Varun. Before he touched anything, it snatched and swallowed in one gulp.

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