"A new face. Are you a new member?" A ghoul wearing sunglasses noticed the Ice Mask leaning against the wall, away from the stands.
Everyone here wore a mask, so a "new face" simply meant an unfamiliar mask.
Tsukiyama had mentioned that newcomers joined every so often, so it hardly mattered if someone recognized him as a new face.
"Yeah. I heard there was an interesting restaurant here, so I came to take a look," Louis replied, his arms folded.
These people had no trouble filling their stomachs, so they wanted some mental stimulation. That was how this arena-like kitchen had come about.
In other words, they had too much time on their hands.
"Then you've come to the right place. Mr. Gourmet always finds special ingredients for us to enjoy, and the preparation is quite a feast for the eyes," the man said with interest, holding a glass of blood wine.
"Fresh food generally provides more energy and tastes better, though we only get that little bit on our plates."
Louis stopped talking to him and looked toward where Tsukiyama was supposed to appear. According to the plan, he should have shown himself already.
Until Tsukiyama drew everyone's attention, Louis couldn't approach Lady A. No matter how naturally he acted, he would risk being noticed.
"Speaking of which... why hasn't Mr. Gourmet appeared yet?" The man had evidently noticed something was wrong too, and sounded puzzled.
Bang!
Just as everyone began murmuring, a man in a purple suit suddenly flew backward through a doorway and slammed into the stone railing, sending fragments flying.
"What happened?"
"Isn't that Mr. Gourmet?"
Everyone cried out, then stared in astonishment, Louis included.
"What's going on..." Louis frowned.
Louis had once asked Tsukiyama how he would explain things after the attacked members escaped from