78 ② Guardian visit (below)

"Yes, thank you. Thank you for waiting."

From this hour on, I don't feel like cooking elaborate dishes.

So I decided to cut Giva's rose meat into appropriate thin pieces, sauté with sliced aria, and sift through the ultimately simple stir-fried meat and vegetables, flavored with rock salt and pico leaves and then teased with fruit liquor.

"I'm not familiar with it. Was your predecessor the town cook or something, Asta?

"Oh, well, that's the place,"

As you answer, give the guest a wooden plate with a wooden spoon on it.

The amount is about a quarter of the normal diet.

Even if it doesn't suit your mouth, I want you to finish eating about this.

"No, I'm glad. I'm the one who runs all over the western territories and sometimes stretches my legs east and south, but I've never seen a beast that resembles Gibba. I've always been interested in knowing what the meat of such a brave beast tasted like, even without the people by the woods."

I see. In my world, the one named Wild Pig, except boars, has become extinct, but is there no animal similar to it in this world?

Whatever it is, taste it.

"I will give," Camus nodded, taking the wood dish.

Then, smiling and laughing, he throws the gibberish meat and aria shrugged with a wooden spoon into his mouth.

Momogu, and his bearded mandible went up and down a lot.

The conspicuously long neck of the throat buddha swallows the decadent and chewed food.

Then - from Camus' face, the expression disappeared.

Wow, and I'm about to drop a wooden spoon.

This old man - if you can pull in a thin laugh, isn't he a messy, fat face?

He's skinny, and because of the clear shadow on his face, he turns into an ominous face, somehow like a reaper or a killer.

My eyebrows are high and my eyelids are falling off, and my cheeks are scraped. That kind of shadow that never bothered me before makes me feel so horrible.

Having regained his composure during cooking, Ey-Fa stared at such a transformation of the Camus, not to mention how many things he missed.

While doing so, Camua once moved the wooden spoon and instantly wandered the contents of the wooden dish.

Thanks to you, I haven't been able to move a wooden spoon since I took a bite.

From that mouth, whose lips were thin and large beside it, a low voice spilled like none I had ever heard before.

"... what is this?

"No, so it's giva meat"

"I guess so. I've never eaten meat like this before."

Purple eyes look at me.

With sharp, stabbing eyes.

"Wouldn't that taste unscrupulous?

"Oh really? I'm afraid…"

"Is this Gibba's meat?"

"Yes......"

"I've never eaten such delicious meat before"

"Um! Guests! I'm afraid of my face!

"Huh? That? Lying? I'm sorry!

And, Camus suddenly wrapped his elongated face from left to right with its large flat hands.

"Why don't you! I'm surprised. My back face popped out too much! Both the front and back are my nature, so don't get me wrong!

I don't even want to understand the misunderstanding.

Stop - doubling the nagging!

"No, it was really delicious! I'm impressed! Did you guys have a monopoly on this delicious meat just for the family? That's sloppy!

Even if it's on the table, it doesn't make a difference to the nagging.

Looking sideways, Ai-Fa was breathing all the time.

Seeing that fingertip move away from the knife pattern that was placed at my feet makes me giddy.

I knew - you were dissipating as much ominousness as that, this man.

"Without ever knowing how delicious this is, do the people of Genos call the people by the woods" Giva Eaters "and so on! It's kind of a dumb story. Perhaps you're feeling retaliation for them, and you have a monopoly on this delicious meat?

"No, that's not true," I finally managed to carry my second bite into my mouth.

Then, the tip of the knee with an agua is fisted by Ai-Fa.

"Hey. If I was smelling it, I'd be a little hungry too"

"Yeah? I can't help it. That's why I asked you if I didn't want you when I made it."

As I said, I took a piece of meat and aria on a wooden spoon.

"Yes. Uh."

Brain weather, I'm stuck.

That's how they take the wood plate, rob me of the contents of all my two bites, and poke the rest back.

It's terrible, parent.

"Hmm. I'm impressed! But I guess it's delicious with your hands. [M] Salt reduction is exquisite, and I couldn't wait to taste the fruit liquor. Asta, are you a trained cook?

"No. My parents were small cooks."

"Of what country? Thank you. It seems to be a practice that has no resemblance to any country I know."

Did you get there?

Well, whoever I'm dealing with, my stance remains the same.

"I'm not sure. I was born in an island country called Japan. I didn't even know the name of the continent Ameshorn, but one day I realized it was falling in the woods at the foot of Morga."

"... don't you know Ameshorn?

Camua's eyes open again.

Well, there will be no other way. Even I would be surprised if there were a foreigner in Japan who didn't know Japan.

"What does that mean? From the looks of it, you were treading around mixed children in the east and west."

"Oh, isn't mixed blood uncommon in the east and west?

"It's unusual, but it's a friendly country. You're going to say that if you can be the first to properly dictate which country you live as a people, you won't be persecuted separately - and you don't even know that"

"Excuse me. I didn't know that"

He has been busy lately, and the Ameshorn course on world history in Ai-Fa is also very much in recess. I was being dragged to sleep while I was talking nonchalantly.

Or - Ai-Fa herself places herself in a special enclosed space called Forestside, so all she gets from it is mainly forestside knowledge.

The story about the outside of the woodland is only being sidelined by what Ai-Fa has heard from her parents and Grandma Ziva.

"Yeah. That's why you were exotic, but you were also able to be tolerated and accepted by the woods. For the people of the west, the people of the woods were a symbol of awe, and for the people of the south, the tribe of traitors who had forsaken God, the people of the north, were a pattern of uncertainty - so I was wondering if it was from the kingdom of the east."

"My hometown was called an island country in the Far East or something. Could it be that there are many people like me who look like the people of the east?

"No? I do have a lot of dark hair and dark eyes, but instead I also have a lot of black people with dark skin. There would have been a few of them in the lodging town, too, wouldn't there? That is the people of Sim, the kingdom of the east."

I see. After all, it seems inappropriate to apply my common sense.

"Well, I don't know how to refresh myself. You can hit me in the head and think I'm a big idiot who believes in crazy delusions."

"Okay. Let's do that."

Wow.

"No, I don't think you're a big idiot, do you? Hmm, and I'm surprised. There is a rumor spread to Genos that Giva meat is so delicious... that Giva meat and other smelly, hard and not edible."

"I'm sure that's a flavor spread by someone who ate meat that wasn't cooked in the right steps. Giva's meat is delicious."

"Yeah! I know! Me, too, there's a part of me that assumed that even though I'm not a traveler, I'm sure I'm a clan of pure poverty with little interest in food, even though I'm eating Aria and Poitan as staple foods. I'm not afraid of assumptions. Instead of pure poverty, this would not be called a family of gastronomy. Hmm, shock."

"Oh, wait a minute. I was born exotic, so you should stop applying what I made to common sense by the woods. I think the impression of a clan of pure and poor people who have little interest in food is as it is, right?

"Really? But just the deliciousness of this giva meat doesn't make me feel worthy of the name of pure poverty. Because there is so much delicious meat, I wonder if there was any aspect of it that I should only eat cheap aria and poitan. Hmm, interesting!

Hmm.

What is wrong with this?

I still don't feel like revealing everything to this lousy bastard Jen. I also feel it is dangerous to pass on the wrong information to the Marquis of Genos and this person who even makes sense.

"Camua-Josh, I'm sorry, can I have a moment of your time?

"Yeah? Something?

"I was born exotic, and I haven't fully met the contraindications and signs around the woods yet. Let me tell you for a moment, I can't even tell you how far I can tell you what's inside the woods. I want to sneak around and talk to my parents."

"Oh, fine! Asta's the only one who's been following my chatter since just now. Hey. Now if I shut my mouth to you, it'll all be my solitary!... Well, if it's all right, I'll take my seat off for a few moments. As a matter of fact, I haven't even checked my work yet, so I'd like to put my foot further south."

"South… in a direction where there is a settlement in Luu"

"I'm not going anywhere near that today. Doesn't seem to be very welcoming. I was able to learn that I should be a little more cautious in my contacts with the people of the woods."

Wouldn't it have been in vain, then, to have been knifed by Dalm-Lou?

Or I also want you to understand before you can point the knife at me.

"But it's the terrain you really have to pass in front of Luu's settlement to get south, right?

"It's okay. I'm good at hiding myself. Even yesterday, you could have hidden what you were good at.

"... Yes?

"Yesterday's feast was a sneak peek from the forest landscape. My liver was cold when the Sung family showed up, but it didn't have to be rough."

That said, Camua-Josh smiled with a big mouth, not looking bad at all.