Chances to Another Life

90. The Duke Nephim

I forgot when was the last time I had roasted chicken, back in Swinggelir, it was rare to have chicken dishes. Most of the time it was goat meat, wild boar, or deer. Here, now, I understand the pleasure of well-prepared wild chickens, with crispy skin and tender, juicy meat. It's no wonder everyone swarms around it like flies; if I were a second late, I wouldn't get any.

"Delicious, isn't it?" I asked Celine, who was devouring chicken thighs, her mouth smeared with food. She nodded, though her eyes occasionally glanced towards the treatment room.

The reason we're here, surrounded by drunken people, is because of hunger, of course. I handed over Anne's care to the healer who preferred grappling with potions in Lord Crys's room.

Not only for that reason, but also because we intentionally didn't eat before the party so we could taste various dishes. Who knew something like earlier would happen? Now, I also have to make sure I'm full since I don't have any money left to exchange for gold