Meanwhile, the Great Mage Elandor was wandering the palace corridors in search of his new disciple to commence the first phase of his grueling magical training.
As he crossed one of the passages, he caught sight of the head butler, coming to a halt before him and inquiring with dignity: “Where is the boy, Aiden?” The head butler bowed respectfully and replied: “He is in the kitchen, my Lord, currently undergoing a trial for the culinary skills he claimed to possess.” Elandor nodded his head and headed toward the kitchen, driven by curiosity to witness the outcome of that trial for himself.
At that very moment, one of the servants rushed toward the head butler, breathless from sheer haste, and declared with enthusiasm: “Aiden has prepared everything!” The head butler turned immediately and proceeded into the kitchen alongside the servant, while Elandor continued his walk, entering the room with them.
There stood Aiden, clad in a servant’s attire with traces of flour scattered upon his clothes—a silent testament to the long hours of labor he had spent preparing the food.
Behind him stretched a royal table, shimmering with the varieties of pastries and sweets he had meticulously crafted.
Silence enveloped the kitchen, and under the watchful, expectant gaze of the Great Mage Elandor, the head butler advanced slowly toward the table, then took the very first bite, preparing to pass his final judgment.