Chapter 3: Tragic Discovery of Genre Tropes
Souta—ahem—Baron Lucien d’Armoire, was currently living his best reincarnated life.
Juicy meat.
Golden cutlery.
Silk napkins.
An entire roasted beast that probably had a fancier name than he did in his past life.
He sawed through a glistening slice of prime roast like it owed him money, eyes sparkling like a man who had just discovered flavored oxygen. Every bite was divine. Melts-in-your-mouth kind of divine. Chew-once-and-ascend kind of divine.
I love my new life
Lucien was jumping joyfully internally, tears of joy mixing spiritually with the meat juices.
Meanwhile...
The staff watched from the sidelines like they were witnessing a man being possessed mid-feast.
"Is... something wrong with our lord?" whispered one maid, clutching a tray to her chest.