Irene "s queer worry quickly disappeared.
After the lord here finished taking the food, the Mersh people swarmed up and gathered around the long table, shouting incessantly. " Leave me a pork chop ", " This roast pigeon is delicious "the flabby names like " Honey Roasted Human Meat " were unexpectedly absent.
She was a little restrained at first, but the festive atmosphere soon infected her. The wooden cart full of seafood was parked aside, and Irene stood in the crowd and picked up a tonkatsu.
for the pork chop to be hot to pick up. Irene subconsciously snorted, but she was not willing to put the pork chop down again.
This is not the first time she has eaten pork - before the fall of the gods, her family relied on fishing for a living, saving a considerable amount of money, which
