About

Sixteen years ago, a fire broke out in the village of Eiffelcourt due to a great continental war. As a result, no living soul remained in the village; there were only charred corpses and buildings burned to black ash. I was searching for any humans roasted to perfection to have a snack before returning to my mansion when I discovered a small human brat, eyes swollen from crying, clutching the hem of my cloak. Hmm... he looks like he'd be delicious if I sliced him up raw. However, having just eaten meat cooked to absolute perfection, I was in a good mood and intended to leave without harming him... but this tiny brat started spouting nonsense about how I should take responsibility since I ate his mother. Ah, was he talking about that human who was cooked so perfectly earlier? But she was already dead before I ate her... I tried to leave, but he was so persistent that I eventually brought him along, thinking of him as future rations. ...But wait, this kid has quite a bit of mana and a decent brain? Somehow, he became my disciple. Well... mana might make him taste even better... so it's actually a win. Today, sixteen years have finally passed! The day for the feast has finally arrived. The moment I opened that brat's door with a light heart... What? A confession?