When Prince Mil led Mo Anan by an expensive fine silver chain to the dining hall, Mo Anan sat behind a table at least ten meters long, facing a small, lush seedling in a gold-rimmed plate, swallowing hard. Was this the legendary ‘vegetable’? As the current sole heir of the Austin family, Prince Mil had received the most orthodox and strict noble training, even showing remarkable politeness towards pets, with a tone so gentle it was almost unbearable, “Don’t like it?”
Mo Anan quickly nodded in agreement. Prince Mil waved his hand, and Butler Drew brought in a gleaming, giant silver platter that almost occupied the entire table, so heavy that it required two strong servants to carry it. Mo Anan curiously watched the tightly covered silver lid, guessing it might contain a pile of steaming roast chicken. When Butler Drew removed the lid, Mo Anan was utterly dumbfounded. It was a plump, bound Monla beast the size of a hippo, with a bright red fruit stuffed in its mouth. Mo Anan turned to look at Prince Mil, his face filled with horror.
Prince Mil smiled, “Enjoy your meal.” Mo Anan: … (Raw?!)
Holding the creature that looked like a hairless hippo, Mo Anan sniffed it. It had a strange smell. Should he bite it? But it was alive. Should he really bite it? Mo Anan turned to look at Prince Mil, whose eyes were full of impatience, urging him to hurry up and bite. So, Mo Anan took a small bite of the hippo’s ear.
“Quaa—” The Monla beast let out a piercing scream. Mo Anan anxiously looked at Prince Mil.
Prince Mil patiently explained to Mo Anan, “To maintain dignity and grace, nobles theoretically only consume highly concentrated nutrient liquids and meat paste. Everyone else or other species eat this way. It’s said that Earthlings also enjoy drinking wine and eating meat in large bites.” Mo Anan facepalmed; please, we eat meat, not bite beasts…
Finally, Mo Anan ate the red fruit from the Monla beast’s mouth and, under the stern guidance of Butler Drew, expressed profound appreciation and love for the carefully prepared dinner by Prince Mil, even learning to kiss Prince Mil’s… shoes to show loyalty and submission.
…In fact, while kissing Mil’s stinky feet, Mo Anan really wanted to untie his shoelaces and tie them into a dead knot to trip him. But he only dared to think about it. However, Prince Mil was still quite amiable. At least when Butler Drew prodded Mo Anan to help the prince change into his nightwear, Prince Mil quickly undressed, washed, and went to bed by himself.
“Why didn’t you serve the prince? I’ve taught you the etiquette and process three times already,” Butler Drew was furious. At least within his jurisdiction, no one dared to show such neglect to the prince, which signaled a decline in his work competence and loyalty to the empire, which was unacceptable! Mo Anan hastily explained, “Actually, he jumped into bed and fell asleep before I could even reach out…”
