A man with a strong presence sits down in the middle of the seat.
　A large scar on his face.

(Facial scar (scarface)...?　(That's the head of the Castor family (Don), right?
　I told you he wasn't there, Fujiyan.
　I glanced at my best friend, and his face was tense.
　I guess Fujiyan didn't expect it either.

'Brother (Brother)!　This is my proud family (family)!
　Peter smiles and leads me and Sa-san to our seats.
　Apparently, according to Peter, family means the entire mafia, not just blood family.
　I've heard that the mafia is a tight-knit group of people and won't tolerate anyone insulting their friends.
　I must be careful what I say....　

"Brother, who are you two?
This is my friends Fujiyan and Nina.
I'm Fujiwara. It's a pleasure to meet you.
Hi. Nice to meet you, I'm Nina.
Yeah, nice to meet you. I'm Peter. Come on, sit over here.

　I sat down in a chair, as comfortable as a chair in a royal castle.
　Surrounded by a bunch of stern mafiosi, "Well, have a drink," a fresh, blond-haired man offers me a drink.
　I wonder if he is the eldest son of the Castor family.
　I think he's a very nice guy.

This is Genoa Castor. My foolish son was a good man, a good man.
　The chieftain's voice is low, but comes through well. Reluctant.
'No, no. Not much.
　I guess they know I'm a brave man after all.
　Anyway, Peter's father is very powerful.

"Dad, I'm sorry about that.
　Peter scratches his head.
　You don't look like them, do you?

"I've got the best Highland chef in the world cooking the best Highland ingredients today. We've brought in the best in women. I hope you enjoy your evening. Oh, yeah, yeah. It's getting late to introduce myself. My name is Jacques Castor.
　He's the fresh blonde guy from earlier.
　He seems to be the eldest son of the family, after all.

　He was followed by a group of mafia members who introduced themselves freely.
I'm the No. 1 knifeman in the family, the strongest in the family, the best at spotting a cheat, and I've never counted the number of women I've had in my arms since I was a kid.
　A little bit of bragging comes in.
　Well, I guess that's okay.
"....in the last fight, you killed 10 people...
I can crush a human head with my bare hands...

　That's scary.
　Oh no, I can't do it!　
　I knew you were a real mafioso!
　Even my classmates, the Yankees, aren't my cup of tea, but they're not my cup of tea!
　When I look at them, I see that Fujiyan and Nina have also stopped eating.

(Sorry, Sa-san. I brought you to a place like this...)

I look at Sa-san next to me with my 'viewpoint switching' skill.
'Wow, I wonder what this is. Oh!　This is delicious!
　You are enjoying your cooking so much, aren't you?
　You're a real charmer, Sa-san.

You guys!　You're freaking out about your customers!　Don't talk like that!
　Seeing us (except for Sa-san), whose meal was not progressing, Jack, the eldest son, yelled at his subordinates.
''I'm sorry!''
　My men bow their heads in unison.
　It seems Jack-san isn't just as fresh as he looks........
　He looks normal at first glance and then switches to a mafia face, much like Peter.

''Excuse me, these guys got carried away with the idea of meeting the rumored hero.
　In an instant, Jack switches to a fresh face and apologizes to us.
　What a quick change.
''Ha, yes........''
　I'll nod meekly.

　I finally turn my attention to the food, and it is indeed gorgeous.
'Takatsuki-kun - look at that!　This is foie gras!
Come on, let's eat and talk.
　There is a huge line of caviar-like delicacies and other high-class drinks that you would never find in a bar you usually go to.

　And when I empty my glass, a beautiful woman quickly pours me some sake.
　I glance at her and she smiles at me.
　She's dressed more snazzy than Lucy.
　I don't feel comfortable.

Takatsuki-kun, you're getting fidgety.
I think she's getting too comfortable, you know.
　We chat in a whisper.

'No, but I didn't know my brother was a brave man. You say adventurer, and I'm fooled!
I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Peter.
　I responded somewhat awkwardly, but Peter didn't seem to mind.

'That's a brave man?' 'I can't see him.' 'But it's rumored that he defeated the lightning brave.' 'That mad wolf Gerald...' 'He's an otherworlder.'

　I hear a whispering voice.
　Are brave people rare, even for mafia people?

'I heard you beat that little Gerald boy.
　Oops, question from the chieftain.
　You have to be careful with this.
　As I recall, Mr. Gerald's parents, the Ballantines and the Castors, are very close.

It's just a lucky break.
Oh, come on, Brother. You can't beat your brother Jera with a Magre. Hey, Brother Jack.
'Yeah, because Gerald was the strongest warrior in the Highlands until the brave men of light came along.
　That was just spirit magic gone wild!
　Duh, I'd like to explain it, but will it be taken as sarcasm!
　Anyway, Peter and Jack seem to be very close to Gerald.
　I guess it's a family affair?
　The aristocrats and the mafia are not in the same boat....

"We often get 'advice' from the Ballantine family when they're up against us...
　Chief Genova blurted out.
"..........
　The four of us are under a lot of pressure.
　I knew we shouldn't have come.
　I knew I shouldn't have come.

Unusually, he didn't say anything. Lord Bartolomeo.
Oh, really?
　Grand Duke Bartolomeo Ballantine.
　The father of Gerald the Lightning Brave and one of the Five Holy Nobles.
　He stared at me so hard in the meeting yesterday.
　He probably has a grudge against me....

''Father, the Ballantine family is a proud knightly family. I heard that it was a one-on-one match with the brave Lord of the Water Country. I won't get back at you for that behind your back.
　Jack, the eldest son, countered softly.
'Yes,'
　Heartless, boring-looking Chief Genova.
　Oh, I can't rest my mind.
　Chieftain, the scar on your face is so severe and scary.
　Can't that thing be cured by magic?
　I thought.

　Thump, I was tapped on the shoulder.

(Lord Tuckey.) The scars on Genoa-dono's face are from his youth when he was defeated in a mafia war. (That's why the subject of scars is forbidden (taboo).
Uh-huh. I'll be careful. Thanks, Fujiyan.

　Fujiyan gave me a whispered earful.
　I didn't know.
　I must have slipped up.
　Watch out!

"Oh, mister. That's an awful scar on your face.
　What?
　Sa-san!　What are you talking about?