Great Tayman Island, the Temporary Governor's Mansion.
Byron was best at dealing with the Extraordinary Profession of Gourmet. These fellows had a glaring weakness: if they did not taste fine food for a long time, their power would gradually wane, and they might even die directly from their cravings.
Having not eaten for less than a day, the newly awakened "Blood-Red Whiskey" Alfred raised his hands in surrender.
"Mr. Alfred, have you had an epiphany?"
"I have! 'Everything can be a sword' is absolutely the truth of swordsmanship, a realm one, even two, levels higher than focusing on one's own 'Flow State.' It's just that I always feel the way this realm of 'everything as a sword' is presented... it shouldn't be so..."
However, when he saw the object Byron was toying with, Alfred, still wearing Law-Breaking Stone shackles, decisively chose to shut up.
"Cough, I mean, shouldn't we be starting the meal now?"
