With the creaking sound of the bone door being pushed open, Lancelot walked into the kitchen of the Demon Castle. Unexpectedly, it was not Tanari who were busy here, but a large group of goblins. These green-skinned creatures had clear division of labor: some were chopping meat, others were making fires, and still others stirred in pots with large spoons, occasionally scooping up a spoonful to taste, and then grabbing some unidentified seasoning from a nearby bag to throw in.
"Gormack! If you haven't chopped up that damn meat in one minute, I'll personally chop off your fingers and throw them into the pot! Bug! You stupid stinking bug, if I see you adding snake tree bark to the soup again, I'll cook you in it to neutralize the stench! And Guluga! Given that you are my aunt, stop sleeping, or I'll be forced to come over and kick your butt!"
