What the Fuck Is This Bastard Saying?

A guest of the imperial household receives treatment beyond anything one could imagine.

Moreover, if that guest had earned the emperor's recognition, the imperial household could hardly afford to treat them any less lavishly.

Who would bear the responsibility if even a hint of dissatisfaction escaped the lips of such honored guests?

As a result, the two of them had enjoyed luxuries fit for members of the imperial family over the past few days.

When Ivan lightly clapped his hands, the imperial servants placed plates on the table one after another.

Ivan could not contain his admiration when he saw the food laid out before him.

“···This is it!! Did you finally succeed?”

“I merely tried to imitate it as best I could. I'm not sure whether it will suit your taste.”

The chef, whose complexion had deteriorated dramatically over the past few days, bowed his head as he spoke.

Regardless, Ivan could not take his eyes off the food before him...