Tintagel Castle.
The dinner prepared by the Duke of Dingtiger was quite sumptuous, but the taste was rather mediocre. Here's a cold joke, British cuisine.
In this era of Europe, probably only Italian cuisine and Frankish dishes were slightly better.
Anya had a look of disgust.
She had grown accustomed to a life of luxury, with a heap of bad habits inherited from old Roman nobility.
Duncan wasn't picky, but he exercised some restraint. He realized that the 'Power of Gluttony' couldn't be used excessively every day, perhaps indulging once a week was enough.
Because it slowly increased his life limit, and over time, coupled with the effect of the Holy Grail's blood, it would cause some changes to his body's muscles and bones.
His physique wasn't bulky, but his strength was great, and the density of his muscles and bones exceeded that of ordinary people.
The castle was dark and damp inside.