Chapter 222: Snake Pit (2)
Matching their reputation, the Tristan Duchy’s dinner boasted great quality. The living room was small, but even if that was the case, the food here was of a high quality for sure.
The tagliatelle tasted savory thanks to the salt added to it.
Its long and wide pasta went well with the meat sauce. The spicy sausage that was peeled, crushed and fried in olive oil, alongside roasted cherry tomatoes added to its flavor and color.
Without a doubt, this dish held a great harmony of taste—
“Are you trying to run away from reality like that?”
“...”
As I had my head stuck in my plate, as if trying to analyze the molecular structure of the food, such words struck me.
The one who said those words was a woman wearing a ponytail that was sitting next to me. She propped her chin on her hand, a smile hanging on her face.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Beatrix from the Kilgore Marquisate.”