"Lord Sokya is coming, and you didn't tell me in advance!" After frantically arranging accommodations for Sokya and his party in the manor, Isabella grabbed Solam and complained nonstop.
Isabella had originally been a follower of the Lord of Radiance. The arrival of someone like Sokya, a figure on par with a cardinal, left her both honored and terrified. The honor went without saying—going back several centuries, her family's manor had never hosted someone of such stature. A visit from someone high up in the Church could bring glory to her family for decades. Not to mention that Sokya was practically a legendary figure to Isabella.
But someone like him would be lowering himself even by staying in a royal palace, and now he was at their manor. If she were discourteous or failed to entertain him properly, it could very well become a stain on her family's name! How could Isabella not be terrified?
"I only thought of it at the last minute. How was I supposed to notify you? Besides, he's easy to please. His treatment at that cathedral isn't all that great—just bread, some vegetables, and a bottle of wine. Make him any kind of meat and it'll be a feast to him. What's there to be afraid of?"
That was, of course, nonsense. No matter how much the Radiance Church preached frugality, it would never make its knights live on bread and vegetables. For melee classes, being able to eat was an extremely important basic requirement. They not only had to eat their fill, but also needed high-calorie food, so vegetarianism and melee professions like knights simply did not mix.
The cathedral therefore provided them with abundant food, including plenty of meat.
The taste, however, was another matter entirely. Just as Sokya had said, indulgence was