We Grill Magical Beasts

After creating a course for dragon guests, Maison Montbell faced a new problem.

Dragons were more unreasonable than I had expected.

Their words and actions were perfectly genteel.

They made reservations, paid properly (their excessive tips never improved, though), and followed the instruction not to end their polymorphs.

The problem was that the questions they asked were quite far outside the bounds of common sense by human standards.

“Could we eat minotaur meat?”

When the blond man sitting in the private room asked that, I paused for a moment.

On the surface, he looked human. He had the handsome face of a young nobleman, and his manner of speaking was quite polished.

But his pupils were thin, vertical slits, and his eyes sometimes gleamed strangely when he smelled meat.

I didn't exactly react with surprise when I realized he was a dragon...