72 - Episode 70 The Search for the labyrinth has been completed.

After leaving the labyrinth, I fell asleep without eating dinner due to fatigue. Perhaps I went to bed too early, but I woke up before sunrise. Well, I have a lot to do today, so it doesn't matter if I wake up early.

"Yuta. You're up?"

"Yeah. Good morning, Sylphie. I went to bed too early last night and I woke up.

"Good morning. It's not even sunrise yet, what are you going to do?"

"Hmm. Hmm. I've been giving the inn a lot of trouble, and I was thinking of giving you a recipe from back home, so I'll think about it and have it ready for you by breakfast time.

"Oh, there are definitely a lot of rooms available. Yuta might have caused you some trouble, so you might want to apologize to him.

Oh-huh. I can't say for sure that the vacancies are caused by me, but there is a very high possibility that I am causing trouble. It's too painful not to apologize. I need to remember what to put on the menu to attract customers.

Torque seems to like to cook a lot of things, so I hope it's something that can be adapted. Charcoal, for example, will be imitated soon. .......

Something that can be applied and attract customers. It should be something that doesn't require ...... much time and effort. Write the recipe with a pen and paper from the grocery store. It's hard to use stationery. The paper is scratchy and the pen is hard to handle.

Well, it can't be helped. I'll try my best to write the recipe. I check with Shilfi, who says she doesn't have any kind of ketchup, so I decide on a simple tomato-based dish.

First, ketchup and then pizza sauce. I write down on a piece of paper how to make pizza toast, Neapolitan and meat sauce. At least, the taste is something that is not found in the area, so if it is accepted, it will attract customers. If not, we will have to offer something else.

I write the recipe as hard as I can, revising and rewriting it again and again, until it's time for breakfast. It was quite a hard work, because I don't remember the detailed quantity of the recipe.

Now I can return the favor a little. Sylfie. I'm going to breakfast.

"Hmm. I can't wait to see what kind of food you're going to make. If the menu that Yuta taught you becomes popular, please let us try it too.

"I think it will be fine. If it goes well, I'll have Mr. Toruku make it and bring a lot of it home, so you'll just have to be patient."

"Yes. That's good enough. Let's go.

We leave the room and head for the cafeteria. The way you give them the recipe is important. If you say anything weird, they're not going to take it.

"Good morning, sir. Oh, by the way, you check out at noon today. Do you want to extend?"

Oh, right. It's too much of a surprise to give them the recipe today and ask them to make a big batch tonight. Well, maybe it's best for the inn if I leave, but honestly, I'd like some tomato sauce too. I know it's a nuisance, but I'd like to extend my stay for one more night.

"Uh, Martha. Can you do me a favor and give me an extra night?"

"Okay. I'll check in at the counter later. So, what can I do for your husband?"

They accepted the extension as usual. If I had caused a decrease in the number of customers, he would have wanted to refuse the extension, but he didn't even hint at it. I wonder if he is mistaken that the number of vacancies is increasing because of me.

"Actually, there are some dishes from my hometown that I'd like to try, and since I'm leaving Labyrinth City for a little while starting tomorrow, I'd like to have them made and bring them with me. Can you help me?"

"If you can teach me a dish I don't know, I'd love to learn it. Shall I call my husband?

No. Here is the recipe. I'm not a professional cook, so you'll have to use trial and error for the quantities. Tomorrow before lunch, I'll make the recipe for ketchup. Pizza sauce. If you could make more meat sauce and bring it home, that would be great.

I'm almost always short on time, so this is a bit of a wild guess, but it doesn't matter because the goal is to give you the recipe. From the way Mr. Toruku is acting, it seems that he would go straight for the recipe if I gave it to him, so I should be able to make it work.

"Wow. Sounds interesting. I'll give it to him after breakfast time. If I give it to him now, he'll start preparing breakfast."

Something like that.

"Ha-ha-ha. I'm having breakfast now, so that's not good."

"It's too bad, because you could have had a home-cooked meal from me."

Why do you respond to my words like that?　It doesn't fit the context at all. Maybe you didn't hear what I said?　Well, what should I say?

"...... that's ...... too bad."

I just replied normally and ended the conversation. What was the right response?　I have breakfast while racking my brains. Today's breakfast consists of two skewers of dengdang oak meat and roughbirds. The volume is as large as ever.

I return to my room, having stuffed myself with meat all morning. I wonder what's going on with the eggs?　I'm not sure if Japanese food is possible, but for my part, I'm fine with scrambled eggs and omelettes for breakfast.　　

"Well, it's still early in the morning, where should we start?

"Yuta. What about the orphans?"

Have you found it yet?

I listen to Sylphy's story as I stroke the belles who come to me in a flirtatious morning greeting.

"Yes. "Yes. I found two. There were other kids with talent, but they were a little misbehaved, so I played them. These two will soon be able to make a contract with the floating spirits. The only one of them has a sister."

So that's three people to take care of. You can't tell them to leave their sister behind.

"This sister also has the gift of the necromancer. She doesn't have enough magic power at the moment, but once her level goes up, she'll be fine, so I think we can raise her together. ......"

Then I don't see any problem. With power leveling, you'll be able to sign up soon.

What are they like?

"Hmmm. A boy of about ten and a girl of about eight, brother and sister. A girl about 12."

They're all around elementary school age. Well, they're called orphans, so that's about right. They don't seem to have bad behavior.

Then let's go recruit them.

I don't know if I should get involved in people's lives so easily, but it's better than being in a slum, and that's okay, right?

Before leaving the inn, we tell Martha that there may be more people coming, and we get an extension and leave the inn. Sylphy leads us to the slum ......, which is usually scary. The houses are turning into shabby ruins. How can a child live in such a place?

"Hey, bro. What do you say you go into a place like this?　If you want to get out of here in one piece, leave all your money behind. Yeah, and your gear and your clothes. I'll spare you the pants."

I knew this is the kind of person you'd get. Grinning men come out in droves and surround me. I'm at a pretty high level now, and I'm still getting tangled up. Don't you get this aura of being unapproachable just by standing there, even though you've reached a higher level?

"Say something. f*ck!"

He suddenly came at me with a sword and bounced me off the wind wall. No questions asked.

"This guy. He's a sorcerer. Don't let him chant!"

The men around me are rushing to close the distance and are being played by the wind wall. Didn't you see the first guy?

"How can you release magic continuously? I'm not chanting!"

Oh, you thought the wind wall was a one-shot.　　

"Uh, you can't break through this wall, so you might as well give up. I'm not looking for a fight, and I'll leave as soon as I've done my business."

"Kek. What the hell does a good magician want in a slum like this?"

He looks incredibly uncomfortable. Well, from their point of view, it's unpleasant that they come into my territory without my permission and lightly play "I'm soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy".

"I'm here to get an apprentice."

Oof. The men who attacked me started to argue that I was going to be their apprentice. I won't take an apprentice from a bunch of old men who come at me out of the blue. I'm not a magician either.

"Wait a minute. I've already decided who I'm going to take as my apprentice. I'd appreciate it if you'd open the way. You don't want to get hurt, do you?

They follow me, saying, "I want to be your apprentice, too, and I'll definitely follow you. I guess being a sorcerer is pretty popular. What happens if I tell them I'm a necromancer?　It's not nice if they just leave, and it's not nice if they bite you.

(Sylphy. Can you keep them at bay?)

"Okay. I'll keep the wind around you. You'll be fine."

"Hey, we can't go on!" "d*mn it! We pretended not to hear the voices that said, "Hey, we can't go on! I was tangled with twice after that, but Sylphie had me trapped in the wind without question. Sylphy approaches a house with just a few battered wooden planks, in a particularly bad part of the slum.

I'm here. My siblings are inside.

The house is even shabbier than I imagined. I nod at Sylphy and knock on what seems to be the door. A boy peeks out through the crack, and then he pulls back.

"Uh, I know you're wary, but I don't think it's a bad idea, so could you at least listen to what I have to say?"

It's too suspicious even if you say so yourself. What should I do?

"If you want to talk, start there. Don't come any closer."

You're on max alert.

"Okay, I'll start here. I'm a necromancer... but when I came to the labyrinth city... people made fun of necromancers. I was so frustrated that I decided to look back at them by raising a genie. I asked my contracted spirits to find children who could become spiritists, and one of them is you.

.................. long silence ensues. No good?

"Can I be a genie surgeon?　Is that something I can eat?"

Realistic. I suppose in this environment you have to be.

"Yeah. People don't like me, but don't worry, I'll take care of you until you're on your own."

I heard from Sylphy that if you can communicate well, you can be on your own surprisingly quickly, so I'm sure you'll be fine.

".................."

Are you thinking about it?　I'll give it one more push.

"You might be worried when you hear that people don't like you, but I think you'll be fine as long as you show your ability. At least I promise you a better life than you have here."

...... Huh?　Is the land of the dead a better environment than here?　If you can eat as much food as you can, it's better. Maybe.

We wait slowly for the long silence. What if they all say no?

"Can you prove you're safe?"

Tough questions. I don't intend to do anything terrible at all, but it's difficult to prove it.