Soon, the promised "Roasted Goose Mountain" appeared on the long table in the castle's dining hall.
Twenty roasted geese, their skins golden and crispy, their meat tender and juicy, were carefully stacked into a tempting little hill. A rich aroma filled the entire dining hall.
Ever since the cook, Marlin, had joined, the quality of the castle's food had skyrocketed. The roasted goose was a particular specialty—crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, rich but not greasy. Sprinkled with special spices, its flavor was simply divine, much to the delight of a certain picky "little cat."
Moonlight circled the Roasted Goose Mountain twice, its eyes sparkling as a satisfied purr rumbled in its throat.
It wasted no time, leaping gracefully onto the table. It reached out a paw toward the nearest goose, skillfully tore off a large, greasy leg, and began to gorge itself.
Watching Moonlight eat with such relish, a faint smile played on Raylo's lips.
