[Food Soul] Foie Gras

Foie Gras

 Normal                                         5 Star

Name: Foie Gras

Rarity: UR
Type: Magic
Fallen Angle: Sakura Spirit / Inugami
Recipe Pref.: Mango Wrap

Combo/Linked Skill: Escargot

Another Food Soul paired with Foie Gras: - 

BACKGROUND

      This young woman is like a queen. She has a noble air and is hard to approach. It is difficult to see any changes in expression on her delicate face. She doesn't talk to others very often and hates chefs. Who knows if there will be someone in the future capable of gradually melting her icy heart.

INFO

• Personified Food: Foie Gras
• Food Type: Dishes
• Country Origin: France
• Generation: 18th Century
• Personality: Indifferent
• Height: 166 cm/ 5 ft. 4 in.

SKILL

Swan Light (Normal Skill)

• Foie Gras brandishes her scepter and carries out a charm attack on the enemy, causes all enemies to fall into an enchanted state over 1 second.

Fixed Point Attack (Energy Skill)

• Foie Gras calls for her scepter to attack all enemies, dealing 40% in damage, plus an extra 196 points of damage, also increasing the current damage to all enemies by 25% over 5 seconds.

Fixed Point Attack (Combo/Linked Skill)

• (Paired with Escargot) Foie Gras calls for her scepter to attack all enemies, dealing 60% in damage, plus an extra 196 points of damage, also increasing the current damage to all enemies by 30% over 5 seconds.

BIO

• Bio 1

Jailhouse

A four-walled room with only one window from which to look upon the landscape. Even with azure skies and starry nights, the scene is made imperfect; it is cut into pieces by long, thin images that just cross it.

Which are iron bars installed in the window.

If I want to walk a few steps, the echo from the noise of the iron chains being dragged along the ground can be heard in the quiet room.

I spend long days living with no purpose, I'm not even aware of the passage of time in this cold room.

If I sink into depression, I will just ponder the reason I was imprisoned over and over again.

"It was so utterly stupid."

Every time I think of it, I will look upon my own self with contemptuousness.

It was an experience that complicates my mood all the more.

When I was summoned to this world for the first time, what appeared to me at the time was a chef on call who worked in the castle.

He seemed particularly surprised to see me. He just kept muttering on and on to himself, "How could this be," and "I have so much potential," which just grated on my nerves.

I wasn't sure why, but from the time I realized he was a chef, I began to have a strange feeling of aversion towards him build up in my heart.

So, I had the utmost negative impression of him from our very first meeting.

By rights I should address him in a proper way as "Sir Cooking Attendant". But I really didn't want to do that..

Apparently, he did not care how he was addressed. People around him always called him things like, "chefie" or "cookie".

But I just called him "guy" instead.

• Bio 2

Prison Break

The atmosphere in the castle has been a bit peculiar as of late.

Whenever I've gone around with Chefie, I've noticed someone watching us from some shadowy corner.

Chefie the workaholic didn't think anyone would find this an unpleasant sight.

I have a bad feeling, and I got the answer to my hunch within a few days.

"What the heck is going on here?"

It was amusing to see Chefie scratching his head, scowling impatiently and pacing back and forth in his cell.

"How could I be a rebel? I have so much work to do every day that I have no time to finish it all."

"I've been wronged!"

No matter how he raised Cain there in his prison cell, no one would open the heavy iron gate for him.

The rebel thing was just a pretext for the blood royals to detain him.

Perhaps the real reason is that the proud royals could not accept the idea that one little insignificant chef could summon a Food Soul.

"Hey guy."

He stopped when he heard me calling him.

"I can't take this claustrophobic environment, I need to get out of here."

"What? How can you leave? Your feet are chained down."

His words trailed off as he saw that I had frozen the chain on my bare feet and smashed it to bits.

I walked to the window and broke the iron bars.

All the while Chefie just stood the dumbfounded watching what I did. He was shocked to the core and absolutely speechless.

But when I went to step out of the window, he pulled me back in. And as I turned around I was confronted by his anxious expression.

"Miss... Miss Goose Pâté , please take me with you!"

He is a man devoid of principles.

But like this, I was touched for the first time by his humanity.

Even now, it seems I haven't been able to wipe that cold temperature from my fingers.

• Bio 3

Separation

I knew from the beginning that he was a weak man.

Sweating and toiling in his filthy kitchen every day. On account of his poor and ignoble birth, he will always be made the butt of the self-important nobles' jokes. Meanwhile his own buck-passing colleagues around him offload their tiring and tedious work onto him.

Yet he just seems to take it all with a smirk and a smile.

But provided it has something to do with cuisine, he will trade in that flippant expression of his for a near nest one.

If he fails at making a certain dish, he will be extraordinarily broken up about it, and then will be even stricter with himself the next day.

When I asked him why he does this, he answered,

"If I don't take cooking seriously, then isn't this a tremendous disrespect to the souls of the ingredients?"

Maybe it's because of how he answered my question, maybe it was that serious expression, or the matter-of-fact swagger in his tone, but at that moment I started looking at the man differently.

So that brings us up to today. In running away from being exposed, I ran into a mass of black-clad soldiers that the royal family, who had long ago prepared for such contingencies, to perform an ambush. Surrounded on all sides, I stood my ground facing these enemies so multitudinous that they looked like vast fields of wheat, not wanting anyone to hurt him. Thinking that, provided he just gave the order, I would carry him out of here even if his hands were stained with blood.

But I heard from behind the most I do not want to hear at the moment.

"Goose liver, forget it, leave me here."

His voice sounded calm and relaxed, as if he was telling me that the weather was on very clear day.

"I have no friends no family, and I have been with you every day. I am truly content."

I didn't say anything, and I didn't want to look back at the expression on his face. I just had an icy cold feeling in my heart."

"It's good that I came here. After I die, you will be free."

Just the thought of that phrase, the one I absolutely, would, never say; my body went stiff.

Yet, I had to listen to it anyway.

"Goose Liver, get out of here!"

"That's an order from your samurai!"

DIALOGUE

• Summoned: "Ah, it was at this very moment that we met..."
• Login: "Is it fate that brought you back?"
• Ice Arena: "Come here, don't you feel a little cold?"
• Skills: "Accept your punishment!"
• Level Up/Ascend: "This is also a kind of fate, no?"
• Fatigued: "No, I cannot fall yet."
• Recovering: "I feel a warmth in my heart. I've never felt this before."
• Attack/Formation: "Let's go. This is a fate that cannot be escaped."
• Lost/Knockout: "It was fate..."
• In Contact 1 (Main Interface Mascot): "For me, for you, destiny is inescapable."
• In Contact 2 (Main Interface Mascot): "What exactly is different about you? Why does Heaven always show a special concern for you?"
• In Contact 3 (Main Interface Mascot): "If... there really is a way to change fate... No... it's impossible..."