"Maricana, I bought pudding!

"Amazing speed, Cal."

"No, I will stop -!

"Yeah? Really? Then I'll take it."

The Calci Rust who graces the pudding is like a scene for an aesthetic actor.

It's a nuisance. Trouble. Trouble.

As a nobleman, I cannot allow you to expose your royal calcificators and common people to shame.

That's right. It could be breaking the history we've worked so hard to build up.

Father, grandfather. Forgive me for my disgrace.

The other customers are welcoming and blaming the meal.

The metal sounds played by knives and forks are like classical music.