"The Saint's Seal's Curse"
"W-What? There's nothing left!"
Hercules, who had been feeding the Demoness and cheering her on, stared in stunned disbelief. It was finally his turn to wear that expression, and he was utterly caught off guard.
The "Saint" hadn't even taken a single bite yet!
And now all the food was gone.
Did that mean he was going to go hungry?!
"What about the buffet? Bring some food over from the buffet."
"Saint" Heracles Enzo Camillo came up with a quick solution.
"I'm sorry! We've already brought everything over."
The manor's butler had considered this contingency plan long ago, but it hadn't helped. The food brought over was already the limit; if they took any more from the buffet, some guests would go hungry.
The buffet reflected on the dignity of both the Saint's Association and the manor. No matter what, they couldn't touch it again.
Hercules said irritably, "Hurry and replenish the food. We can't let our guests go hungry."
It wasn't entirely the manor staff's fault.
Who could have imagined that, besides the "Saint" being a glutton, another glutton with even greater eating prowess would appear?
The kitchen had already done everything it could. They'd used up not only all the ingredients prepared for today's ceremony, but also every last bit of their regular supplies.
"We'll need another half an hour. Please wait patiently, my lord."
The manor's butler had done his job admirably and taken the appropriate measures in time. But even the best-laid plans couldn't account for every change, and his response had ultimately been a step too slow. Even Hercules had to go hungry for the time being, leaving the butler feeling guilty and worried.
"All right! Get on it! Do we have tea? Bring some!"
Hercules knew he couldn't blame the