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At Totsuki Academy, in a classroom that served as her approved club cooking space, Erina sat, sipping tea with her legs crossed, observing the two people before her.

Alice stood with her arms crossed, her brow slightly furrowed as she looked at Erina’s crossed legs. She spoke without ceremony, "Erina, don’t think you can always maintain that queenly demeanor. In the culinary world, even with great talent, it’s easy to be pulled from your pedestal." Alice’s voice was cold.

Erina, however, found herself thinking how "young" Alice seemed at this stage. "Oh," Erina responded, unfazed. Everyone has their rebellious phase, and Alice was probably just entering hers.

"I came to Japan to prove my culinary theories," Alice said, trying to get a reaction from Erina, who still looked utterly uninterested. Did Alice’s culinary theories at this stage even warrant listening to? Renz’s cooking theories, even those he taught to children, felt more reliable than Alice’s.

"Let’s have a Shokugeki!" Alice, seeing no reaction from Erina, pointed a finger directly at her.

Erina raised an eyebrow. "You want to... have a Shokugeki with me?" she repeated.

"That’s right," Alice sneered. "Don’t think having the God’s Tongue guarantees victory. My growth these past years has been far greater than you imagine."

"You don’t need to challenge me," Erina stated with certainty. "You wouldn’t be my opponent."

Renz needed rehabilitation for his knife skills, but Erina didn’t. Her foundation was already perfected; she merely lacked experience and precise control, which she had now fully compensated for. If Renz, with his recovered knife skills and form, was a demon lord, then Erina was also a demon lord. Defeating Alice would be no problem at all.

"You’re spouting arrogance before even fighting. Typical you," Alice couldn’t help but say. "Your arrogance is truly grating." She still remembered how, when they were very young, the elders doted on Erina, showing her great favor and seeing her as a prodigy. But what Alice held the biggest grudge about was how Erina used to ignore her and even snatch her dolls when they were kids. So, given the chance to prove herself, she intended to make Erina see her worth.

"I’m not arrogant," Erina felt Alice might have some issues with her thinking. Even her past self wouldn’t have had trouble with Alice, let alone her current self.

"You clearly look down on me," Alice pouted, her voice overly petty. "In that case, let’s change the terms of the Shokugeki! This is my attendant. Let your attendant come out and battle!" Alice pointed to Ryo Kurokiba behind her. "This is Ryo Kurokiba, who served as head chef at a restaurant in a Nordic port and is unbeatable in seafood cuisine."

When they were little, Hisako Arato always followed Erina, which made Alice very envious of having such a subordinate. And now, Alice had found her own subordinate, whose cooking skills were also very strong. Surely, Erina would be very envious of her now? This subordinate was definitely stronger than Hisako Arato.

"Oh—impressive!" Erina thought her previous tone might have indeed seemed arrogant to Alice. She changed her attitude and spoke with a praising tone. "I’m so envious that Alice found such a powerful subordinate." Erina went along with Alice’s line of thinking. "As for the Shokugeki, there’s no need. There will be an exchange friendly match in a few days; we’ll have a chance to compete then."

Alice had initially expected Ryo Kurokiba to put on a cooking show, thoroughly crushing Hisako Arato, and then she would see an envious expression on Erina’s face. This idea had brewed a whole scenario in her mind. But the situation developed entirely differently. Erina’s quick surrender left no sense of victory!

"By the way, I’ll introduce you to someone then," Erina said, a slight smile playing on her lips. Renz would probably also be interested in meeting Alice at this stage—she was so silly and quite cute.

"Introduce?" Alice curled her lip slightly. "Don’t bring just anyone to meet me, but given your taste, Erina, they shouldn’t be too bad."

"And Erina, I’m here for revenge! Don’t try to change the subject!" Alice declared frankly. "In this friendly match, I will utterly defeat you from beginning to end, and let everyone at Totsuki Academy know that besides you, Erina, there’s also someone like me in the Nakiri family."

Yes. Every time others introduced her, they would always say, "This is Erina’s cousin, Alice Nakiri, a conceptual cooking expert from Denmark." She was tired of hearing that! Next time, Alice hoped to hear people introduce her by saying, "This is Alice Nakiri, a conceptual cooking expert from Denmark; the owner of the God’s Tongue is her sister." That was her goal.

"Speaking of which, Alice, do you want to try my cooking?" Erina, of course, was unaware of the many little dramas playing out in Alice’s mind. She touched her lips, deep in thought.

"Yes!" Alice nodded without hesitation. "I also want to see how much the God’s Tongue has improved over the years."

Ryo Kurokiba’s mouth twitched slightly. You’re such a sis-con weirdo. You say you hate Erina, but I don’t feel any ’hatred’ from you at all!

"This is a dish I’ve been researching with someone else. I quite like the taste, but I’m not sure if it will suit your palate, Alice," Erina stood up. "Hisako, we’re short on ingredients in the club kitchen. Ask the cafeteria staff to send us some ingredients."

"What kind do you need?" Hisako Arato asked from the side.

"I’ll write it down for you," Erina took out a piece of paper and a pen from a drawer, writing down the required ingredients.

"You’re researching dishes with someone else?" Alice asked curiously, her words deliberate. "Oh, right, Hisako can also discuss with you."

"No, it’s someone else," Erina shook her head. "It’s a master whom I cannot even defeat in cooking," she said with a faint smile.

At her words, Alice grew curious. Who could Erina be talking about? It wasn’t Hisako Arato, so there couldn’t be many others. Alice was quite familiar with Erina’s social circle. Setting aside the difficulty of even socializing with Erina, just being able to discuss cooking with the God’s Tongue was incredibly difficult, wasn’t it? Many people, in the process of discussing cooking with the God’s Tongue, became depressed and desperate about their own cooking. To withstand the God’s Tongue’s critiques, one had to be prepared for countless failures and repeated attempts. Such exchanges inevitably involved large-scale arguments, and many chefs had their own insights and opinions. The God’s Tongue’s judgments sometimes felt like nitpicking, bringing up many hard-to-avoid flaws.

Some flaws weren’t even the chef’s fault but rather inherent systemic issues that couldn’t be changed. So, very few people could endure the God’s Tongue’s judgments and repeatedly remake dishes based on them.

So, who could it be? Who? Alice’s mind rapidly conjured several names, making blind guesses one by one. But she still couldn’t pinpoint it. There were simply too few similar candidates. This curiosity was like a kitten, constantly playing with Alice’s heart, tickling her.

"Can you tell me his name?" Alice finally couldn’t hold back her question. She was not the type to keep things bottled up.

"You don’t know him," Erina didn’t reveal the name. This only doubled Alice’s curiosity. Who is it, damn it?! Would it kill her to just say the name?

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