Two hours passed, and teacher still had a glazed look in her eyes; I had expected she might stay in the Tome for hours but was still surprised seeing she hadn’t come out as she could any time if she wished.

  Seeing the might spent a few more hours inside the world in a book, I decided to stay for half an hour; if she did not wake up in half an hour, I would leave, there are many things that I wanted to do.

  I had just thought that when the teacher moved, her eyes turned normal, and she looked fine; there was not a hint of tiredness that could be seein in her in eyes despite her spending one twenty hours in the book.

  "Amazing, simply amazing." The teacher said, staring at the Tome before she turned to me.

  "I guess you have found this in Castello Ruin?" She asked; I nodded. "First, the Inheritance, and now this looks like we have to reevaluate the value of the Castello Ruin." She said and about to open her mouth to something more when the Professor chimed in.

  "Marina, what is in the Tome?" Professor asked, a palpable curiosity from her voice; the teacher looked at me before turning to the Professor as she slid Tome at her.

  "Why don’t you find out?" Teacher said; the Professor looked at her sister before she brought her feet down and stare at the first page like her sister, and before long, the same glazed look appeared on her face.

  "Mom, what is it?" Elena asked while looking at Tome; her aunt is staring, "It is a cookbook, dear, the greatest cookbook of our world, I might say." Teacher said with a smile.

  "A Cookbook?" Elena asked back as if she could not believe it, "Yes, don’t worry darling, you will understand when you go inside it."

  "You should also thank Micheal in advance; this cookbook will help you very much with the problem you are having with your bloodline." Teacher said to her daughter before she turned to me.

  "How far have you gone?" she asked, "I learned ten recipes, and now I am stuck on the test," I said.

  A look of surprise appeared on her face, and before it transformed that of the smile, "Your energy control is far better than I had imagined, but it is to be expected when you have this." She said.

  "How far did you go, teacher?" I asked; I am sure she had learned far more recipes than I had in the two hours she had been in the book, seeing she is at Tyrant Stage and a powerful healer and healer are known for their expert energy control.

  "27." She said, and I was blown away; I had expected her to learn more recipes seeing her level, profession, and experience, but 27 is quite shocking.

  I am not surprised about learning twenty-seven recipes; she could easily learn many more. I am surprised about her learning twenty-seven recipes within just one twenty hours; she is something.

  "Micheal, have you had dinner?" The teacher asked suddenly, and I shook my head, "Well, then let’s have dinner." She said she got up from her seat, walked toward the door on the left, and beckoned us in.

  There are small quarters behind her office; she uses them for rest sometimes. We walked inside the quarters and before entering the kitchen, which she sealed with her energy before any one of us could follow her.

  "You got to tell me what that Tome is?" Elena said; gone was the friendly voice; she had now become a replica of her mother, and that is scaring me a little.

  "You know, you look just like the teacher when you look at me like that," I said jokingly, but she seemed to have none of it as she continued looking at me with that stare.

  "It really is a cookbook, albeit a little different one. You will understand when you enter inside it." I said; she continues to look at me before she nodded, "I will see how that cookbook is when aunty is finished with it." She said.

  We both sat on the couch and talked about our days in Grimm Battlefield; Elena had returned to normal self, and now we are talking like an old friend.

  "Click!"

  An hour passed, and the teacher is still in the kitchen when we heard the click and saw Professor coming in with Tome in hands.

  "It is quite an Impressive thing you have found, Micheal," Professor said as she came in.

  "How many recipes did you learn, professor?" I asked, "12." She said, again surprising me greatly. She had just spent an hour inside the Tome and learned twelve recipes; these Tyrants are really something.

  "Aunty, let me have a take a look at the Tome.?" Elena said and took a tome in hands and about to stare at its first page like her mother and aunt when suddenly stopped as teacher voices rang out from behind.

  "Dinner is ready." The teacher announced, hearing that Elena put the Tome down with a huff and walked toward the dining table.

  "Wow, what it is that you cooked? Tts smelled something incredible," Elena said halfway before appearing beside the dining table.

  "Are these the recipes you have learned in the cookbook?" she asked her mother, who nodded. "Wow, they looked amazing." She said and sat on the chair and took a deep breath.

  When I looked at dishes, I was slightly disappointed; all the dishes teacher had cooked within ten dishes, or I might say, they are five dishes of one to five ranks.

  It is no coincidence she had only cooked the first five dishes; she had done it deliberately. If she wanted, she would have cooked dishes of 11th and above, but she did not.

  "I am starving!"

  "In the tome was only able to eat a single bite of everything," Professor said as she took the seat and started looking at all the dishes hungrily.