As Nalant's territory developed, every aspect of castle affairs became increasingly refined.
For example, the etiquette for receiving guests was no longer as haphazard as it had once been. Presenting dishes to guests was one part of it, and one of the most formal details of welcoming visitors.
"Uh..." Faced with platter after platter of dishes that were perfect in color, aroma, and flavor, Jerry was stunned.
What happened to the remote territory they'd promised?
What happened to the humble conditions they'd promised?
Though he had no idea what the grilled oysters and cream cake actually were, just their appearance and the fragrance reaching his nose told him they were anything but ordinary delicacies.
And then there was the Four-Color Chicken—a rare delicacy. Even he, the heir to an earl, seemed to have eaten it only once or twice, and that had been years ago while visiting the royal palace.
There were also two kinds of magic potion fruit he had never seen before. Though he had never encountered them in the past, their appearance alone made it clear that they were certainly delicious.
"Sir Jerry, try them while they're hot. They're all local specialties, so I hope you won't mind!" Seeing Jerry space out, Nalant immediately called out to him.
To be honest, the food on this table truly was made up of local specialties, and many of them could not be found elsewhere. Nalant was worried that Jerry might think he was being slighted.
So he invited Jerry to taste them. Once he did, he probably would not entertain such thoughts anymore.
"Uh, all right, all right!" Jerry came back to his senses and immediately nodded before digging in.
*These local specialties are far too high-end. Four-Color Chicken, magic potion fruit... even an earl would be tempted by