At the End of Ruin, There You Are (56 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 47

Beatrice Lavalle, the Lady of Monde, did not particularly like Lusenford. To her, this place was a shameful and shabby refuge.

Back when House Monde had fallen so far into ruin that they’d considered tearing down the castle to sell the building materials, young Beatrice had nowhere else to go but Lusenford, separated from her debt-harassed mother.

Cold, barren, and full of rough people—this place was inherently incompatible with her nature.

“How are you, my lady? Does the food suit your taste?”

Above all, the people here knew Beatrice at her most wretched. They remembered the pitiful days when she, trembling violently, had no choice but to seek shelter with the Grand Duke—her childhood friend, who himself had been practically abandoned at Lusenford. They knew, and thus pitied her.

Even now, the butler addressed her this way only because she was dining alone. Beatrice gritted her teeth inwardly but smiled faintly outwardly.

“Yes. It’s always excellent. It reminded me of a nostalgic flavor.”

“To be honest, the head chef has kept changing, so I worried it might not taste familiar anymore—but I’m relieved to hear otherwise.”

“The kitchens of Lusenford Castle have maintained that flavor. Actually, they’ve even improved a bit.”

“Oh, is that so?”

The butler brightened visibly. Beatrice, who needed to make a good impression here, nodded. It was also her genuine opinion.

“Yes. The ingredients are far richer now, and the flavors truly stand out. Lusenford’s kitchens are steadily improving—they’ve become a whole level more refined.”

Truthfully, the food here used to be so rustic that she’d avoided coming here, even partly for that reason. Yet, surprisingly, the moment the appetizer arrived, Beatrice couldn’t help but widen her eyes.

Everything—from its presentation to its aroma—was different. The potato cream soup, which had always been unevenly mashed with lumps remaining, now arrived perfectly smooth, elegantly garnished, and tasted quite good as well.

The grilled sole from the cold seas and the beef, slow-cooked for hours, that followed were equally delicious. Beatrice considered this meal rather satisfying.

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