Chapter 142

Chapter 142

It was a sudden announcement. But Xakor did not know how else he could break the news. He had been wanting to tell Amelia about it for a while now, and the right moment never arose. If he kept delaying it, he was never going to be able to tell her about it until it was too late.

So now, he lowered his head and spoke apologetically.

“Xrr, I know this is short notice, but I have places to be. I have aided you the best I can, and I cannot stay here forever.”

Amelia pursed her lips, before glancing back towards the rest of the restaurant. A few heads were facing the kitchen. They weren’t eavesdropping, but they were curious to see why the only two chefs were standing by the bar and talking instead of cooking.

“Can we, uh, take this somewhere private?” she said as she gestured towards the onlookers. “I don’t want to make this... public.”

“Of course.” Xakor nodded. “Let us talk more as we cook.”

Cooking was an art— or at least, that was what many often said. But Xakor treated it like a science. He made hypotheses, before taking methodical steps to reach a well-researched conclusion. That was why the food he created had such a wide range of appeal.

The process was scientific. His food could be recreated, even by an amateur. The only difficulty came in following the instructions with the time-constraints given. And because of that, many [Chefs] around Vacuos followed his recipes with pinpoint accuracy, using their Skills to copy his creations.

Very rarely did any of them ever break away from his mold. And while Xakor truly believed in the ingenuity of his creations— when it was the machines he invented back in Krakos, or the food he introduced to Vacuos— he did not believe that they were perfect.

Science was the pursuit of perfection. If the world was not imperfect, there would be no need for innovation. The same applied to cooking: there would be no new recipes being invented if the current ones were perfect.

Xakor swept through the kitchen like a whirlwind of food. He was dicing onions, tenderizing the meat, and working the stove all at the same time. Amelia was right behind him, but she was far less impressive, even if she could keep up with his speed.This chapter's initial release occurred on the n0vell--Bjjn site.

“When I sought you out, I believed we were going to have a brief conversation,” the Patron of the Culinary Sciences said as he prepared a bowl of pilaf. “I had spoken to two other otherworlders before you, and our meetings were short. We exchanged what we knew about how we arrived here, offered aid where we could, before parting ways.”

“But you didn’t leave,” Amelia stated simply. “You’ve stayed around for two months.”

Xakor nodded, striding up to the kitchen exit and handing the bowl of pilaf to Harlan. “Xrr... give or take, yes.”

“And why didn’t you just leave?” she asked as she chopped up some vegetables. “You could’ve left in a week if you wanted, but you stayed.”

“Because it looked like you needed my help,” Xakor said with a shrug. He placed two of his hands on his hips, shaking his head as he continued cooking away. “And because I was curious to learn more about you too.”

“Curious? Why?”

Xakor raised his head “Xrr... I have to admit, it is partially because Evan told me you were a fascinating individual.”

“Right, he sent you my way. I forgot about that.” Amelia pressed her lips into a thin line.

“Right,” Amelia said as she shook her head. “We still have work to do until then.”

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But a week came and went in a flash. I tried to convince Xakor not to leave just yet— to give it another month. Unfortunately, he had obligations he needed to attend to across the world. One of said obligations was serving as the [Chef] for a grand banquet in Alius.

Apparently, there was going to be a meeting between the Fairy Queen herself and the heads of multiple dwarven nations. It was supposed to be a monumental occasion. I didn’t really understand the significance behind it as a relatively new otherworlder, but I knew it was a big deal.

Still, I would have preferred to keep Xakor around for a while— especially since Guardian Angel Z357 had just left too. A lot of customers came to Bucky’s Out of this World Restaurant for the Patron of the Culinary Sciences himself.

But... it wasn’t just that. I quite liked Xakor. He helped me when he had no reason to help me. He was like Nolan and Nicole. Even though they all knew that I was immensely powerful— stronger than they could even comprehend— they didn’t care about that.

Xakor treated me like an ordinary person. He gave my life a sense of normalcy. And while I liked Noele, Garron, and the other adventurers I knew— except for Jax— they usually treated me with... reverence? I wasn’t really sure how to put it.

There was a steep incline between us in their eyes. So they couldn’t ever treat me like they would treat an ordinary person. And while it wasn’t a big deal, it was still nice to have a break from that dynamic once in a while.

Unfortunately, Xakor couldn’t stay any longer, even though I tried to bribe him to stay. And as the week came to a close, the otherworlder— the Patron of the Culinary Sciences— took his leave. He packed his things, said his goodbyes, and he left.

I watched him go as the sun rose over the horizon. Bucky wanted to follow him, but I caught her. I carried her under my arms as I shook my head.

“You’re not leaving. You’re my mascot. I’m keeping you with me until the day I die.”

“Bawk bawk bawk!” she protested.

Noele, Nolan, Nicole, Garron, Harlan, Arthur, Dorien, and plenty of others gathered around the restaurant to bid farewell to Xakor. Word had gotten around about his departure, so they all wanted to say goodbye.

I adjusted the chef’s hat he had given me, watching him go. He was no longer wearing a disguise. He waved back at us with two of his four arms as I lowered my head.

Noele glanced towards me from the side.

“Is that a chef’s hat?” she asked with a frown.

“Yeah, Xakor gave it to me,” I said simply. I smiled, placing a hand on it. “It means I’m a Patron of the Culinary Sciences too.”

“That’s nice and all, but...” Noele chewed her lips. “It looks terrible on you, Amelia.”

And I sighed. “I know...”

With that, Xakor was gone. And Bucky's Out of this World Restaurant continue operations without its head chef from now on.