The Incubus System Chapter 1039. Food Tasting

The Incubus System Chapter 1039. Food Tasting

She hesitated again, and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at her uncertainty. "You’ve had milk before, haven’t you?" I asked, a hint of disbelief creeping into my voice. Surely, angels had seen or at least encountered milk, even if they didn’t need it for sustenance.

Puriel shook her head slightly. "I’ve seen it before," she admitted. "Back in the past, but I never had it. It was something the humans drank, not us."

I leaned forward, trying to reassure her. "Well, give it a try. The yogurt was edible for you, and that comes from milk, so this should be no problem."

She glanced at the glass again, this time with a bit more determination. Slowly, she picked it up and took a small sip. I watched her carefully, noting the way her eyes seemed to brighten slightly as the milk touched her tongue. It was a subtle change, but it was there.

"How is it?" I asked, curious.

Puriel nodded, setting the glass back down. "It’s… better than the yogurt. Plain but… tasty." Her expression had softened, and there was a flicker of something like relief in her features. It was clear that this was more familiar to her palate, even if she’d never tasted it before.

I smiled, feeling like I’d cracked the code of what she could handle. "Great! Let’s try a few more things then."

I started offering her other foods—simple things at first. Biscuits, cereal, apples, bananas, eggs, and sausages. I wanted to see if any of the more solid foods would sit well with her. But, as it turned out, Puriel’s tastes were far more selective than I had anticipated.

The moment I placed the sausage in front of her, her face scrunched up in disgust. She didn’t even try to take a bite. Instead, she covered her nose and turned away, as if the very smell of it was too much for her to handle.

"I… I can’t," she muttered, shaking her head vehemently. "It smells awful."

I laughed softly, taking the sausage back and setting it aside. "Okay, I’ll take that as a no."

Of all the things I offered her, she only managed to eat the yogurt, milk, honey, and tea. Everything else—whether it was biscuits or fruit—was either too bitter, too strange, or just plain inedible to her. She even gagged a little when she tried to take a bite of the apple, as if the taste was too foreign for her to process.

"How do humans eat this?" she asked, her voice filled with genuine confusion as she set the apple down.

I shrugged, trying not to laugh at her reaction. "It’s an acquired taste, I guess."

I cleared away the uneaten food. I decided that the sausage, eggs, and fruit would be my and Celia’s breakfast instead. Puriel clearly had her limits when it came to what she could stomach, and I wasn’t about to force anything else on her. She looked better now.

Meanwhile, my pets had been watching the whole exchange with rapt attention. They were still cautious around Puriel, but I could see that their initial wariness had started to fade as they observed her reactions to the food.

"She’s just like us," Red remarked gruffly. His crimson eyes flicked toward Puriel as if he was still trying to figure her out. "She can’t eat human food, either."

Shadow chimed in with a thoughtful tone. "She can still drink that drink, though," she said, referring to the milk. "While we can’t eat anything from human food."

I raised an eyebrow at her comment and turned to face them. "Did you guys ever try it? Milk? Yogurt? Honey?"

Buni, who had been sitting quietly near my feet, shook his head from side to side. "Celia once gave us some," he said, his small voice filled with disappointment. "It doesn’t work for us. It all tastes… terrible."

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his exaggerated shudder. It was hard to imagine my pets sitting down for a meal of human food, but clearly, Celia had been curious enough to try. "Well, I guess human food isn't for everyone," I said, ruffling Buni’s fur as he leaned into my touch.

Rave, perched on the back of the chair, ruffled his feathers and tilted his head toward me. "You seem to be the only creature who can eat food in all three worlds," he said in his usual cawing tone, with just the faintest hint of curiosity.

I paused, considering his words. He had a point. Despite the strange differences between human food and the dishes from the demon world, I had always been able to eat both without issue. Human food might not fill me up in the same way demon food did. Demon food, on the other hand, had its own set of perks—like being able to restore my HP and replenish my demonic power. While human food didn’t.

"Maybe," I said thoughtfully. "I’ve never eaten food from the light dimension, though."

I glanced at Puriel, curiosity tugging in my mind. She was delicately sipping her milk, still processing the experience of trying human food for the first time. Her angelic features had softened slightly, but there was still a look of unfamiliarity on her face, like she wasn’t quite sure how to navigate this new sensation.

"You’re from the light dimension," I said, my tone a bit more curious now. "What’s the food like there? Do you even have food?"

Puriel set her glass down, looking thoughtful for a moment. Her eyes met mine, and there was a flicker of something I couldn’t quite read.

"We don’t have food the way you do," she began, her voice soft but steady. "In the celestial realms, we don’t need physical sustenance. Our energy comes from the light, from the essence of the divine. It’s… pure and formless. We don’t have the need for meals or the same physical pleasures that humans or demons do."