He wasn't lying to Sebastian. His predecessor, the Old Baron, had been obsessed with status, importing expensive, tasteless magical fruits from the capital that tasted like sugary wax. But Alfred—Tanaka—knew better. The best things in life were unrefined. Raw.
Sebastian’s eye twitched. "A... 'Raw' day, sir?" okiraku ryoushu no tanoshii raw
"See?" Alfred laughed, leaning back on his hands. "This is the 'Raw Life', Sebastian. No frills. No magic. Just nature." He wasn't lying to Sebastian
"My Lord, the tax collector—"
He picked up a slice.