One Hundred Years Later

Inspector Weber took Aleister to the nearby Old Daddy Burger Shop.

After asking Aleister's surname, he became visibly uneasy.

"...I don't know whether you'll be able to get used to this."

Inspector Weber spoke in a low voice, looking somewhat nervous as he kept glancing around. "This is all relatively cheap... commoner food. Miss, please give it a try. If you really can't accept it..."

His manner looked far too suspicious. If he had not still been wearing this uniform, people might have taken him for some kind of villain.

"Of course it's fine! This will do! It's not like I've never eaten..."

Aleister was somewhat displeased—this man had actually wanted to take her somewhere to eat "proper food."

No way. I want to drink cola! How could I not know what the food in Avalon is like? Even in modern times, it definitely isn't anything good!

Unless you take me to eat Iris cuisine. That should be all right...

Thinking this, Aleister swung her legs from the high chair and examined the business card stuck into the disposable napkin on the table.

—Old Daddy Burger Shop, Camelot's earliest freshly made burgers. We insist on hand-baking every bun and grilling every fresh patty on-site! Address: No. 199 Wade New Street, Red Queen District, New Glass Island.

Order and contact number...

...Camelot...?

And New Glass Island...

The familiar yet strange texture of the little card in her hand made Aleister toy with it carefully, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts.

"Your meals."

Just then, a golden-haired waitress wearing glasses brought two trays to the pair.

Black carbonated drinks in glass cups, filled with ice and straws, cold mist rising from them.

And thick burgers cut in half and held together with two metal skewers. They were coated inside with all kinds