The massive roast, along with the bones, was set on the table, accompanied by coarse bread, sweet soup, and a large bowl of lettuce, with seasonings of butter, honey, cream, coarse salt, and black pepper.
This meal was sumptuous enough for the commoners.
But for a great noble, it wasn't sufficient.
Anyone invited would feel slighted.
At least, at the very least, there should be a roasted deer.
Ideally, the antlers of the deer should be adorned with an assortment of roasted fruits.
However, those familiar with the Marquis of Ainhars wouldn't think so.
They might even feel flattered.
Because this marquis adhered to the Ainhars family's tradition—a tradition unique to demon hunters.
Simple and direct.
Or rather...
Filling and satisfying.
As a guest, Arthur was grateful that the Marquis of Ainhars retained a part of the demon hunter's tradition, at least this marquis didn't torment him with grand balls or prolonged salons.
That's right!
