Initially, only a lonely piece of meat was present, but then asparagus and sauces started accompanying it. Now they were even drawing pictures of fruit hanging on tree branches with the sauce.

Pretty and nice, sure.

The issue was that this had been happening for days. For days, only meat had been served. Did the people here only eat meat?

…No, they didn’t eat at all, to begin with.

Beril never dreamed that she would be overwhelmed by meat. With a strained face, she picked up her knife and fork, then finally put them down.

“Is there a problem?”

Beleled immediately asked. A plate was also set before him, but it seemed he was more focused on watching her than on eating.

Is it okay to be this finicky?

No. This is not being finicky. It’s a precaution.

If the visiting priests in the near future were to reject meat… then doubt would certainly be cast upon a grand household that couldn’t offer even a slice of bread or a leaf of vegetable.

Beril raised her head with a troubled face.

“Is there any other food besides meat?”

Beleled turned to look at the chef… or rather, a demon skilled in manipulating fire who had done wonders with ‘meat.’

“Something else you say…?”

“Um, bread or… foods made from wheat.”

Beril spoke with a voice that could not hide her discomfort.

“Wheat?”

The demon, whose expression seemed to question why one would eat such a thing, and Beleled, who had an “Oops” look, locked eyes.

It was a problem they had never considered, having long lost the need for meals.

“Well, it’s nice to have delicious food served every day, but.”

There were times when she thought it would be great to have special meals every day while at the temple.

It had been so when food from the secular world was offered once a month.

Surprisingly, or perhaps ungratefully.

“I’d like to have a more normal meal for a change. Moreover, the priests are not likely to enjoy meat.”

It doesn’t have to be white bread. At her words, Beleled closed his eyes, looking as if he realized his mistake.

“…I see. Every day being special only makes it the norm.”

It seemed he shared her sentiment. However, he spoke as if the priests were of no concern to him.

Was he not worried?

“In seeking only stimulation, it seems we’ve forgotten.”

He slightly bowed his head and looked back at the demon skilled in manipulating fire.

“Find a chef who can handle regular dishes.”

“Understood.”

Meanwhile, Beleled asked.
“Do you have any food you’d like?”

“Hmm….”

Saint Beril slightly tilted her head. Fortunately, it seemed he didn’t take it poorly, so she felt relieved.

What delicious foods could there be….?

The first thing that came to mind was her past life, oddly but naturally.

In this life, she had only eaten bland, white, unidentified lumps and a sour liquid in the temple.

In contrast, she clearly remembered eating good food in her previous life. Of course, the two dukes had presented her with exotic dishes only until they got married, so there were no memories from them.

“Please take this with you, Your Highness.”

“How frustrating it must be, not being able to eat in a foreign place, right?”

Those were words from a chef she had encountered at Orobas, one dawn when she was hungry and had sneaked out of her room.

The chef seemed surprised to see her, and she, having snuck out, was also startled and was about to flee when he called out to her.

The chef, a middle-aged man with a warm expression, spoke without raising his voice too much.

“Um, are you hungry by any chance?”

As a saint, she had been taught not to give in to such ‘small desires.’ However, as her hunger grew, it felt like her instincts were taking over.

So she nodded her head to the chef. Then, the chef’s expression changed.