"Not being able to eat one chicken every day. That's sad. Are there so few chickens here too?"
"...That in front of you is chicken."
"Uh... this is chicken? I thought it was a chick."
"..."
"..."
With a rather sour expression, Henri IV put down his fork. A silence pervaded the gathering.
"Suddenly insulting me to my face during a meal?"
"Such an absurd complaint, I've never heard in my life..."
The murmuring that could be heard represented Henri's own feelings.
What is this? Does this barbarian not know dining etiquette, or even basic courtesy?
Thinking this, he raised his head with the intention of delivering a sharp rebuke...
"Excuse me if this is rude, but perhaps..."
"Oh! It really was chicken! How fascinating. How did you raise it like this? Did you deliberately make it smaller? The taste is a bit lacking, but interesting!"
...he realized he had been misunderstanding something.
