Brand New Life Online: Rise Of The Goddess Of Harvest - Chapter 1804: Delicious Netherworld Cooking

Chapter 1804: Delicious Netherworld Cooking

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The moment Elayne stepped out of her room, refreshed from a vivid dream, she found the two siblings vying fiercely for her attention. Blank clearly yearned to take her out on what he insisted was not a date, while Chalk wanted to pull her back into the Domain for more time together, which felt like another week-long kidnapping.

Elayne still felt weary from that intense dream, where she had accelerated her soul’s growth by absorbing dream essence and cultivating her methods with that energy. Seeing them argue made her recoil inwardly. She craved no drama today.

“Please calm down, both of you,” she said gently. “Why not go out together? All three of us? Let’s get along. I hate seeing you fight. You’re siblings, after all. That bond is precious, something you’ll share forever. I have two sisters myself, and I love them deeply. There’s not a day I don’t miss them. You never know when something might happen to one of you, and then you’ll regret every harsh word or realize you never properly said how much you cared.”

“…”

“…”

Blank and Chalk fell silent, stunned by the quiet weight in Elayne’s words. With her simple sincerity, she could weave profound truths that left them momentarily speechless.

“I… I wasn’t really angry with him,” Chalk muttered, pouting slightly. “He just gets annoying sometimes.”

“I told you, Chalk, she promised we’d go sightseeing together,” Blank replied.

“And I’m suggesting we all go together,” Elayne said, offering a warm smile as she took their hands. “Please?”

“Uh…”

“Um…”

Faced with her gentle expression and radiant smile, neither could refuse her any longer.

Her motherly aura made it easy for Elayne to mediate when the siblings suddenly behaved like quarreling children.

“Fine,” Blank sighed.

“Okay,” Chalk grumbled.

Elayne knew she would leave in just a few days, so she wanted at least to help these two mend their bond while she could.

“You feel stronger,” Blank observed. “Have you grown more powerful, Elayne? I can sense it.”

“Yes, I cultivated quite a lot,” Elayne nodded.

“She mastered a secret technique from our family!” Chalk beamed. “She’s incredibly talented and learned it in mere days!”

“W-What?!” Blank trembled. “Chalk, you taught a non-White Ghost one of our sacred techniques?!”

“Hmph! So what? What are you going to do about it? It was my book, and I’ll share it if I want!” Chalk retorted. “Are you planning to rip the formula from her soul and torture her now?”

“N-No, of course not,” Blank shook his head, exhaling heavily. “I would never. But Chalk, you must be more cautious. If the High Lords learned we shared such ancient methods with an Undead, our entire family could face severe punishment.”

“Pfft, Elayne will keep it secret, right?” Chalk asked.

“Of course,” Elayne replied quickly, “but I had no idea it was so serious. Perhaps I shouldn’t have learned it at all. Lady Chalk, that was truly irresponsible of you.”

“Gah?!” Chalk gasped. “I-I know I was a bit reckless, but it’s not that bad. It’ll be fine, really…”

Elayne felt a pang of guilt. For a moment, she considered erasing the formula from her soul, even if it meant excruciating pain, backlash, and lasting damage.

Yet she knew she could not afford such a loss right now. She would simply keep the technique concealed, never using it openly, or perhaps disguise it thoroughly.

“The other consciousness method I know… if I blend both techniques, it might appear different enough,” Elayne murmured aloud.

“That could work,” Blank agreed. “Don’t worry yourself too much. The fault lies with my sister, not you.”

“Would you stop already? Nothing bad is going to happen!” Chalk insisted. “Now let’s just go out.”

“Not yet,” Elayne said. “I need to check on a few people and handle some matters first. Please be patient. I’d also like something to eat. After cultivating so intensely, my soul feels truly famished.”

Usually, Elayne would have needed to consume souls to satisfy her undead hunger. However, thanks to the abundant foods available here, the recipes she had developed, and the crops she harvested, that grim necessity had vanished.

“Oh, right. I suppose we could share a meal with everyone downstairs,” Blank said with a nod. “Father will join us soon. He’s finally free from his weeklong shift.”

“Weeklong?” Elayne asked. “Wait, Lord Blank, does your father not sleep?”

“We White Ghosts don’t require much sleep,” he replied. “We can stay awake for months at a time. Then, when we finally rest, we slumber for days, sometimes an entire week.”

“It’s similar with eating,” Chalk added. “We don’t need food every day. We usually have a large meal once or twice a week, depending on how much we exert ourselves. I suppose you Undead eat almost daily?”

“Not really. We aren’t that different,” Elayne said. “It’s mostly habit from when we were alive. Humans in the Living World typically eat two or three meals a day and sleep at least seven hours every night.”

“W-What? Really?” Chalk exclaimed.

“Is that true?” Blank murmured. “I had heard rumors that beings in the Living World were vulnerable, but I never imagined it was this severe.”

Elayne noticed he had softened his words to avoid calling them weak, and she appreciated the consideration. She understood his meaning and, deep down, agreed.

“Yeah, well, it’s not everyone, but most need to eat and rest frequently,” she admitted. “Stronger beings require less, of course. Even the weakest humans can grow powerful enough to need far less. Though in the end, it doesn’t matter.”

“It doesn’t,” Blank agreed with a nod. “Still, let’s head down.”

Elayne followed the siblings downstairs, where Yaga and the other Undead waited. Mark soon roused himself and joined them, still rubbing sleep from his eyes. They gathered for a hearty meal, and this time Elayne took charge of cooking, presenting her carefully crafted dishes. The entire White Ghost family watched in quiet fascination as the aromas filled the room.

“This food is incredible. The servants’ cooking cannot compare to yours, Elayne,” Chalk said, savoring the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and fresh bread. “I wish we could eat like this every week!”

“I completely agree. You have a remarkable gift for cooking, Elayne,” Lord Silvester said, nodding warmly toward his children. “You would make a wonderful wife and mother.”

“Oh, thank you,” Elayne murmured, a flush of shyness warming her cheeks. She glanced at Blank, who had fallen silent after clearing his plate. “Lord Blank, would you like seconds? There’s plenty.”

“May I?” he asked softly, his voice tinged with quiet awe at her generosity. “Thank you…”

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