"The Sin of Hamburger (Severe)" Regel stood motionless, the parchment still spread open in his hands. Wind swept across the Pernica Highway. Wildflowers along the roadside—thyme and parsley—swayed gently. The sky was blue. Clouds drifted lazily overhead. The world was far too peaceful. And in the midst of that peace, a man stood holding a single document. The document bore a red wax seal. The hexagram seal of the Pilgrims' Lantern—proof of an official administrative document issued by the headquarters. It looked imposing. Weighty. No matter how you looked at it, it was an authentically official document. And yet, the contents were this. "The Sin of Hamburger (Severe)" "Loss of Fighting Spirit Due to Stew (Critical)" "The Temptation of Dessert (Fatal)" Three lines. That was all. Regel flipped the parchment over. Nothing was written on the back. He turned it over again. Still just three lines. (Some clerk must have transcribed this with a serious face.) The moment he imagined t