Once the dishes were served...
Only Heros paid no attention to the bizarre-looking dishes. He ate and drank as usual, and when he ate the rat leg from the "Stewed Rat," he even praised it, saying, "It tastes better than Asgardian barbecue."
Seeing that Heros acted as if nothing were wrong, Arthur, Pietro, and Wanda all swallowed nervously. They closed their eyes, opened their mouths, put the food inside, chewed, and swallowed.
Who would have thought...
It actually tasted pretty good.
However, none of the four ordered the "Live Lettuce Salad." It looked far too creepy, and it also triggered a bit of trypophobia.
Especially for Heros.
The demigod wasn't afraid of enormous enemies or ferocious beasts, nor was he afraid of the strange phenomena of spirits. What he feared were those wriggling "little bugs."
According to Heros, it was because the bugs were so small that they were impossible to guard against. By the time you saw them, they had already crawled onto your body.
After they finished their meal, the blue-skinned waitress finally brought the four of them some normal after-dinner dessert: a local Tyrat specialty, ice cream.
In other words, Earth ice cream.
"Uncle." Heros lifted the glass bowl with his left hand. With the metal spoon in his right, he scooped up some ice cream and put it in his mouth. As he tasted it, he asked Arthur indistinctly, "What should we do next? From what I've seen, the Nova Imperium's policies toward its citizens and residents aren't much different from the policies our Umbrella Technology implements in the Main Universe."
"Mmm... At last, I'm eating something normal..."
Arthur was also tasting his ice cream with his eyes slightly closed and an expression of enjoyment on his face. He had unconsciously voiced that sigh, then opened