One pepper—and I’m already in another world. His name is Norton Erland, and he’s the king of the criminal underworld of Feyra. And he also has plantations of scorching pepper: for cover, of course, for his illegal business—and now here I am, a person from Earth, for the entertainment of his dragon majesty. What can I say? I’m allergic to pepper. More precisely, to this pepper. I can’t cook, but I can always cause trouble—so you’d better send me back to Earth right away, Your Majesty. Or else your pepper is finished!