No one in this world dislikes chicken.

Even the devout followers of Deus and heretics, who would kill each other on sight, can't seem to get enough of chicken.

“Mateo, want to grab some chicken?”

The blacksmith Mateo shook his head at the suggestion—not because he didn’t like chicken.

‘Who hates chicken? It’s just too expensive to eat regularly.’

“I’m about to get married, so why would I waste money on chicken? I need to save every penny.”

“You’re so disgustingly responsible. You don’t even have a childhood sweetheart like me, and here I am, a guy no woman would …