213 (7) Cooks

"Oh, Asta, you finally showed me your face!

It is the twelfth day of the white moon.

Renting a stall at Kimmus's Tail Pavilion and stopping at Dora's father's shop to buy the vegetables I needed first, I was to be greeted with such a lame voice.

"Duh, what's wrong? No way. Something's wrong again."

"Come here for a second, please! Let me know more about you!

I don't know why, but I'm drawn under the roof.

At his father's feet, Tara also looked very anxious.

"Asta, is the rumor true that the people by the woods may leave Genos?

My father, with both my arms on his face, is stuffed.

With that word, I could see everything.

"No, that's how ready I am, and the people by the woods are going to stand up to the nobility of Genos," he said. I just want to find a way to convince myself, and I'm never about to leave Genos for lightness - "

"Then I guess that means you're leaving Genos if you're not convinced? That's a terrible story!

Emotional ups and downs are quite intense Dora's father, but it was still unusual to look so excited.

At its feet, Tara is starting to moisturize her eyes as early as possible.

"No, leaving Genos is a real, really last resort. There shouldn't exist as one among the people by the woods who want such an end. Neither do I, of course, share this feeling of abandoning Genos."

"But there's no way the nobles can so easily admit their nonsense, is there? They've lived in a world different from ours since the beginning."

With all due respect, your father distorts his face.

"Well, if the brothers by the woods had been used by the nobles, Asta and the others wouldn't be able to subside. But isn't it all over? All the sinners were to lose their lives. Wouldn't you get any more noise?

In just one night, has that story been passed on to Dora's father?

Speaking of which, however, Zashma said he had seen his father in the liquor store every once in a while. If the scope of the two actions overlapped from the beginning, this result may not be so surprising either.

So I was reminded how far-fetched I was.

It was known from the outset that Gazran-Rutim was trying to spread the story to the Inn Town, so he should have told the people close to him properly from his mouth beforehand.

"Excuse me. The people of the woods think that they cannot obey the lord of Genos with everything yet-free. But because we hope to somehow guide our own convincing results and continue to do our job as hunters in this land - can you believe us?

"I want to believe it. I'd like to believe it... but isn't Uncle Turan a more troublesome opponent than Lord Genos himself if he did badly? Is it safe to deal with such a nobleman?

"... I want to believe in the power of the people by the woods."

Dad took a deep sigh.

There, Ai-Fa calls out.

"Dear shopkeeper, I appreciate you showing us around - but could it be time for you to let go of Asta's body?

"Yeah? Oh, I'm sorry.... but we want to get along with you forever."

"Uhm. Even among the people of the west, you were opening your heart to us faster than anyone else. I haven't had much of a chance to speak before, but I've always found that difficult.... so as Asta said, believe us, I want you to wait"

Father looked back powerlessly at the mysteriously spoken figure of Ai-Fa.

"Trust me, okay? I'm... I'm a little scared. I wonder if the nobles are insulting the power of the people by the woods."

Ey-Fa frowned in disgust.

I don't know what one word means right now either.

"You guys were mad that day when Asta was exposed, weren't you? Dozens of people by the woods pushed me to the castle gate, and I wondered if Genos would be destroyed like this."

That said, your father shook his fleshy body all the time.

"Of course there must be as many soldiers in Castle Town as there are in the mountains. But when all the people in the woods took their swords and swept Genos into battle, it occurred to me that there was no way to beat the people in Castle Town."

"But there are five hundred people by the woods. How many? Less than half of them will have the power to be hunters."

"Then can you imagine Asta losing the forest people? I have no idea.... If it's possible, we'll talk about it at best."

Soon his father stroked Tara's head, which he had taken under his feet, half unconscious.

"I don't think the people in the stone walls understand what's going on there. The people of the woods are silently encouraging me to work because you are originally a proud clan - and if you really piss him off, it might be easy enough to destroy one town. I wonder if the aristocrats are treating the people of the woods as if they didn't know that."

"... in the unlikely event that we are to turn the nobles against our enemies, our swords will never be directed against you"

"Yeah, I know that too. But if Genos is destroyed, so are we.... No, when that happens, the new nobility will just build a new town again, and we, too, will have to live this way somehow. But the people by the woods will already lose their place in the western kingdom, so now they'll have to move around Mahydra, right? I don't like that."

Father stared at Ai-Fa with his eyes like he was coming.

"I want to continue to live as a people of Genos and get along with you. I shouldn't be the only one who thinks that way. So please don't just wake me up short."

"My father, a forest chief, is short tempered. You must be putting your life and soul on showing your compatriots the right path."

And it seems that Rudd-Lou, who was listening to this conversation from behind us, advanced.

"Morga Forest is our home town. I'm not going to throw that away easily. Still, I won't let you be like the nobles, so trust us."

"Really? Will you stay close to Tara all the time?

"Oh," Rudd-Lou laughed at Tara, who gave an anxious voice.

"Chibi Rimi said she wanted to see you. If we settle on this one, he'll be able to come down to Inn Town. When you do, make friends with each other."

"Yeah!" Tara nodded loudly.

Dad strokes that head again with a sobbing face.

"I'll pray for the nobles to change their minds, too.... Speaking of which, one of the sons of our lord among the nobles stands by the people by the woods, right?

"Oh, you're the second son, Polearth. It was a little surprising that you were the blood of the farm lord."

"Yeah. I had a reputation for being the second son without a good place, and I'm just so rare and proud of him for helping Asta."

That said, your father looked anxious in a slightly different way again.

"But what the hell is that second boy up to? As soon as possible, I've been told that I want more Poitans ready to harvest than ever before, but what a strange order I've been placed to avoid being distracted by people in town."

"... that's certainly a tease story on this one, so I think you should not talk about it"

"I knew that was the story. If that's what you're talking about to help the people by the woods, I'll give you as much as I can for Poitan."

That said, your father finally gave me a weak but smiling smile.

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Afterwards, some of the guests visiting the stalls were to be approached by the same topic.

Perhaps the one about the penetration of rumours in inns and taverns was more than I thought.

"It's a really ridiculous story. Why don't you just move to Jagal before you rub it?

"That's a good idea. If you ask me, the people by the woods were the blood of Jagal. If you can't get decent treatment in the west kingdom, you just have to come back with a clan outing."

It was the architects who used to help me with Balan's old man who said that to me.

I've been advised by Schmiral before to move to Sims, the eastern kingdom.

It was a real pleasure to have people with ties say that.

But that's a different story, and I guess it's hard to move to Sim or Jagal, I guess.

If you were to abandon your giva hunting job and run away from Genos, the people by the woods would be branded traitors by the kingdom to the west. If Sim or Jagal, a friendly country, welcomed it, it might even develop into an affair between countries.

So I guess that's why Dora's father also spoke the name of Mahydra. If you strip your fangs off to the western kingdom, all you have to do is find a place for the people around the forest in the hostile country of Mahdra.

In addition to that, there is talk that it is very difficult to transfer a serving God.

Is it possible, for example, for a forest people who just switched gods eighty years ago to switch gods again - and for a hostile nation, Mahdra, to welcome forest people as compatriots?

If they do badly, the people by the woods could be rejected from all kingdoms, from all gods.

But running out of Genos anyway was an undesirable ending for everyone.

We - the people of the woods, in this Genos, want to live in the Morga Forest.

I guess that's why I have to settle with Cycleus.

"... I don't know, the town's bothering you today"

Michelle, who visited the store some time before Jomtien, said so with a suspicious frown.

"Are you finally going to start a war with the nobles? Not at all."

"Excuse me, because on the 15th of the White Moon, I think there will be some results"

I'll try to answer that with a smile as I even grin 'Meermoo Grill' for Michele.

Michelle remained on the same look and shifted her gaze all the way to the 'Gibba Burger' stall.

"... By the way, are you the one who did the cooking tricks on those women?

"Yes? Yes, it is. When it comes to that dish, there's got to be nothing worse than what I make myself."

"I know that because I was buying food while you were being captured.... you were only an emigrant, and your father gave you cooking guidelines, right?

"Yes, he was born in an island country called Japan, and his father made a cook a living."

"I have no idea what you're talking about outside the ocean... but your father seems to have been a very skilled cook."

"Yeah. He's the most respected person in the world."

Those words poured out of my mouth.

It is a language that cannot be conveyed to the person, nor can it be conveyed.

"Your food is unusual. Besides, this Giva meat seems to be no less of an excellent ingredient than Caron's, and I guess I just have to get a reputation for it."

Otherwise, there was no need to be afraid of Cycleus' eyes.

Somehow something slightly approached me where I was having trouble responding.

From the north side of the street, a large box-shaped luggage truck pulled by the hoarse and totototoss - a luggage truck of the Dalaim family.

The baggage truck stopped just outside the outdoor area.

In the territory of the Inn Town, there is an arrangement that you must also get off your luggage and pull the reins.

But the luggage didn't move as it was, and instead, two people who got off from it approached our stall.

Jan, head chef of the Dalaim family, and a soldier of escorts.

Michelle pulled back a few steps with her face to the appearance of a splendid castle dweller.

So in the empty space, Jan and the soldiers stand.

"Lord Asta, Karon's milk has arrived from Doug. Lord Asta told me to share it with you if I had to, but how about it?"

It behaved like a perfect stand-up for the word "disrespectful".

but I'm older than my own father, so this is the one that scares me.

"Thank you. You can just split the extra portion first, this one is enough"

"So, are you sure you want to share one white copper coin with me? In the future, a meat merchant should be able to carry you for a few days, so if you place an order there, it will be possible to pick up the quantity you need each time."

"That really helps.... Um, that makes it possible for residents of Accommodation Town to buy up the same, right?

"Of course. Those are the merchants who originally carried meat to Genos. Tomorrow, after my dishes are sold in the street, everyone will be looking for caron's milk."

That would make it possible to further expand the variations in dedication in the Kimmus Tail Pavilion as well.

Continuing with the eggs and fuwano flour of Kimus, this is a powerful reinforcement.

"Now that I've brought a pot filled with milk to that luggage truck over there, someone give me your hand -"

And I was about to say, Jan's expression froze.

Follow that gaze and I'll be giddy too.

The chef's eyes captured Michelle, who was turning around and eating "Myrmu Grill".

"You - aren't you Lord Michelle, who was the head chef at the Maiden Pavilion in White Clothes?

Michelle looked back at Jan in a grumpy manner.

"There's nothing for the people in Castle Town. Leave me alone."

"Wah, my name is Jan and I have been trained at the Spear Pavilion in Selva and have now deposited the cook of the Dalaim family. With all due respect, I heard Lord Michelle ran away from Genos."

"You're not listening to people? I work in a charcoal shack. I'm just dying. If you want charcoal, bring the copper coins to Turan's cabin."

Both are old men, but would have been older than Jan.

But there was a clear light of awe in Jan's eyes staring at Michelle.

"I had heartbroken my chest when I heard that a cook like you had been banished from Castle Town by closing my future. But still, that's how I can see you safe, and I..."

"You're a weird man. The meal will taste bad."

Discarded with a rude look, Michelle threw her last bite into her mouth.

Jan looks back at me with a grumpy face.

"What Lord Michel is eating is the dish of Lord Asta, isn't it? Was Lord Asta a cook with ties to Lord Michelle? So young enough to be seen by Uncle Turan's daughter."

"Yes, no. I just recently got off the hook with Michelle. It's not that big of a deal."

I shake my head in a hurry and Michelle snarls her nose like she made a fool of herself.

"Is this how a cook with an edge on me cooks weird dishes? You'd know that if you had a bite of this kid's cooking, wouldn't you?

"was that I had never spoken of Lord Asta's dish yet... was that a dish made with Giva meat?

"Yes, this dish is cooked with meat from Giva's back and chest soaked in fruit liquor and Myrmu and tau oil juice"

Jan gave a distressed look.

Look at that, Michelle wrinkles her nose.

"With the conceited tongues of the people of Castle Town, you don't have to force yourself to eat Gibba or anything else. I don't know what you came out of Accommodation Town thinking, but if you don't want to break your belly, you can eat even caron meat in the stone walls."

"No, I..."

"I have a job to do. There's no such thing as you."

Abandoned like that, Michelle walked away.

Jan is dropping that back off with a distressed look on her face.

"... Michelle was a very famous cook."

"Naturally!" The Maiden Pavilion in White Clothes "was not a big store, but while Michelle was being held as head chef, she also had an unbeatable reputation for" Selva's Spear Pavilion ". For me, he was one of the best cooks in Genos."

In a feverish tone, Jan then drops her meaty thin shoulder disappointingly.

"That's what I just got my eyes on Uncle Turan and so on, in those awful eyes...... you won't have to falsify your feelings to Lord Asta. I cannot forgive Uncle Turan for treating the cook like a tool. So I know a hundred things about being reprimanded by Count Dalaim, and I was able to decide to help Lord Polearth."

"Was it? … I am delighted to be able to hold hands with someone like you"

That was my true intent.

The old chef, slightly skinny, has looked back at my face with his regained strength.

"... may I buy your dishes, Lord Asta?

"Of course it is. Your price will be two red copper coins."

I used the meat that kept me warm at the edge of the iron plate to try to rub the "Myrmu Grill."

This is probably the first time a man in a castle town has spoken of Gibba's meat.

Jan stood stunned when she carried "Myrmu Grill" to her approximate mouth.

"This is the meat of Gibba."

"Yes. Did it fit your mouth?

"… this is certainly no less flavorful than the meat on Caron's chest and back"

Jan's eyes begin to fill with even stronger light.

"Besides, this is made of Inn Town ingredients, right? It can be sold for only two red copper coins, in which ingredients."

"Yeah, I could use a little tau oil."

"It's an amazing story. I'll have to review the culinary dedication I'm selling in Accommodation Town tomorrow."

That said, Jan pointed to the more luggage car parked at the end of the street.

"Please accept Karon's milk. It seems I need to return to the hall as soon as possible."

"Roger that. Tomorrow I'll buy your dishes better."

"… let us promise to prepare dishes that will never shame you"

Jan said that in a powerful voice.