Hey, Want Some Macaroons?

"Soooo... the reason why you're doing all this, is because they called you ugly and stinky?"

I swear I saw his left eyebrow twitch

"Why don't I just feed you to my pets and be done with it you silly woman!" he glares at me

"If you do that, well umm... " I look to the side, "you'll be missing out on tasting the most delicious pastry in all Transylberia" I grin and pull out a box of macaroons from my side pocket.

He stared at me funny like he's seconds away from tossing me in his flesh eating hordes. Uh oh

When the land of Transylberia became plagued by a virus that turns nobles, royal guards, and dukes to attack and bite non-infected magical beings, the entire land became devastated. Not until hope peeked out of the gloom everyone was in, by the form of a tiny blabbering human.

A human.

Honestly, what has the world come to, that they even have to recruit and beg the help of a race that is practically at the bottom of the hierarchy.

Who would have thought though? That this mere cook of the lord of Floravale has saved not only herself but her entire clan as well. The royals swore she's secretly a witch of some sort. How could her cooking, especially those damn macaroons saved Floravalians' asses and not everyone else when they got attacked at a banquet? Something's definitely off with her. Or is it?