Under the watchful eye of the Marquess of West Berlin, Catherine reluctantly took her seat to the left of Arthur, holding a carving knife and slicing the roast pork for him—the pork of West Berlin was famous throughout South County, especially wild boar. For a considerable period, it was even regarded as a symbol of valor so much that during the coming-of-age ceremonies held by the nobility in the Silver Age of West Berlin, young nobles were required to hunt a wild boar on their own.
Squeak, squeak.
The skin-on pork chop made a crisp sound under Catherine's knife.
The thick layer of fat, masterfully crisped by the chef's skill, gave off a rich aroma the moment the tender meat underneath was sliced.
There was the scent of pine resin, along with the rich aroma of garlic and pepper.
Arthur savored it quietly.
Meanwhile, Jacqueline silently poured juice for Arthur on the other side.
Arthur had refused alcoholic beverages before the meal.
