229 (10) Nobles and hunters

That was how time passed, and the work proceeded steadily.

The work procedures were planned in advance, so nothing is wrong.

Some tasks are familiar to the Raina-Lou and some have been trained over the past few days.

But in any case, no deficiencies were seen in its handling.

Reyna-Luu and Sheila-Lu, the leaders of Kamado, are not to mention brilliant, as are Limi-Luu's handiwork. I've often said that liking is what makes things better, and Limi-Lu's skill as Kamadu's number felt like she had already reached such a point that she couldn't beat Mother Meer Ray.

(Speaking of which, all the cooks in Castle Town are men.)

Even in my world, I think there were overwhelmingly more men in terms of ratio.

Sure, the one called cooking takes strength unexpectedly. It can be almost a physical battle if it can be in the amount of dozens of people, such as cutting ingredients or cooking with fire.

but the woodland ladies had bottomless strength, and the Raina-Lou and their enthusiasm for cooking. I couldn't think of a more powerful companion because I also have a strong taste for it.

(but...... actually, compared to the people in the lodging town, how good is that guy)

There is no such thing as a cook in Accommodation Town.

The innkeeper's husband and his wife are just selling dishes as extensions of home cooking.

But it is similar to the Raina-Lou's.

The woodland ladies have only gotten a little hands-on from me in the last few months, and until then, they should probably have just held on to their Kamado-numbered job with a lower consciousness than the people in Innkeeper Town.

Still, I don't know if it seems that the dishes they make go above and beyond those in Inn Town - first of all, I guess the presence of Giva meat is as intense an advantage as I am.

Nails, naudis, etc., had now succeeded in using giva meat to lump up quite a few dishes.

They have an advantage in them: exotic ingredients such as chit fruit and tau oil. The effects go hand in hand, and I guess there is a current boom.

Recently, however, ingredients such as caron's milk and milk fat are also being distributed to the Inn Town.

And after Cycleus lost his legs, it's possible that the ingredients that were being bought up there could flood the lodging town after moisturizing the castle town first.

You won't be looking at too expensive ingredients, but if it's about the price of tau oil, for example, you'll be able to buy it without being so compelled.

Then you should be able to hope for a richer diet than you do now even in Accommodation Town.

When that happens, how far does Raina-Lou's skill go?

It won't go much below, but is it possible to go up there?

As far as I'm concerned, I couldn't help wishing that I could get up there.

"Ah, the sound of the bell!

And Rimi-Lou, who was mincing Gibba's meat, gives him a voice that sounds like fun.

"That's funny. Four rings, four moments?

"Right. Is that half the time you have left?"

The dinner party can begin at the sixth hour of the sunset.

The time left is just over two hours.

The progress of the work is extremely good.

and - so the door was knocked from the outside again.

"Asta. Camua-Josh wants to see you"

The door was opened with the voice of Ai-Fa, and only a slightly longer face of Camus entered the room loosely.

"Hey, Asta. I'm sorry I'm at work. I'd like to report a few things, but what do you think?

"Yeah, I don't mind. Please come in."

"No, no. I've been running around, so dusty. I'm sorry if I brought dirt into the cook like this, so I was wondering if you could come out for a second."

"Yes, yes, whatever you say."

I walked that way while cleaning my fingertips with a hand tug.

Camua's neck pulls in, and I walk out the door like I'm after it.

In the corridor stood two soldiers of the escort, four hunters of the Ai-Fa, and Camua-Josh - and another, a familiar young man.

"Oh, that's..."

"Yeah. It's Lord Wellhide of the Marquis of Banaam. We stopped by Castle Genos and happened to meet each other in the face, so we brought you here one step early."

A dark-haired young man with a seemingly uncomfortable look on his aristocratic white face comes silently to his attention.

The sixth heir to the Marquis family of the approximate territory, I can't pin how much of an identity it is, but it's hard to have a crude phase, so I let him bow his head at that angle.

"Half a month has passed since the day of the talks, but Silel seems to be as ignorant and silent as ever. After all, it doesn't seem very clear that a formal interrogation will not begin."

"Oh, really?"

"So Cycleus doesn't want to talk about one thing after all, besides not having the energy to talk about it. If Cycleus keeps losing his breath to the devil, he's going to end up in a lot of trouble."

"Yeah. The Chiefs were also afraid on that point. After all, you're gonna need Cycleus' testimony to bring Silhouel to justice correctly, aren't you?

"Yeah. Because if Cycleus dies, Silhouel's going to try to impersonate the dead with all his sins just here, too. It didn't mean that Syl's sins would disappear, but I want you to try to be as precise as you can about past sins."

"... even for me, if the truth is buried in the darkness that way, I can't face my father"

and Wellhide crushes with a harsh look.

"Who brought death to your father, Cycleus or Silhouel? I'm the one who's going to die of indignation if that's not the least of it."

"Yes, a boy named Leyt, whom I keep, is in the same position as Lord Wellhide, so I'll guess what's in his heart."

With the most serious look possible on its stubborn face, Camua hammered him that way.

"That's why. Asta will have many things to think about, but I want Cycleus to deliver the most satisfactory dishes possible. I don't think this one's going to change his mind."

"... I don't know if I can do my best, but I want to deliver what I think is best for me when I decide to make it"

"Yeah, I'll leave it to you. Delivering dinner to Cycleus is after the Chiefs' dinner party, right?

"Yes, I seem to have to be present at that dinner party, so I will be afterwards"

The question is whether Cycleus, lying on the hospital bed, has any leeway to mouth my dish.

But I have no choice but to do what I can.

With a really complicated mood, I gave the camouflages a round of praise.

"Then you'll go back to work. Excuse me, sir."

"Oh, wait a minute! There's one more thing left to talk about!

"Yes? What is it?

"Um..." Camus said, not even like him, making the mojo and its long body shudder.

Naturally, it's adorable and irrelevant.

"Actually, hey, it's a very bumpy favor... but I was wondering if it would be possible for me to share Asta and the others' dishes?

"Yes? Is that about the food that the escort and everyone at Kamado's will eat?

"Yeah. Because there's no way a person in a position like me could even attend a dinner party. Hey. So I was wondering if I could just grace you with a meal to prepare for the i-fa's... after all, I don't think I can talk to you about it?

"No. I've brought plenty of giva meat, so I can prepare as much as I want, as long as I don't soften it even with a grand failure after this."

To my words, Camua sparkled her eyes.

How sad would you look if you betrayed this expectation? I also felt like I wanted to give it a try, but I couldn't do that bad imitation of people.

"Well, then, we'll have it for you. Please note that Kamado's meal will also be late after the dinner party."

"Of course! Thanks! Thank you, Asta!

"... Is cooking Giva meat so delicious?

And Wellhide speaks a lot.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, but I hear that Giva meat and other things are not very decent human edible. I know it's hard to believe that horns grow, but does Genos have more grace than banners?

"Yes, sir. I've had some very rare dinners at the invitation of the Lord Genos, but Guiba's cooking is not so much - it's Asta's cooking, or it's incredible."

"No, you know, I get in trouble too if I can put too much expectation on it..."

"It's okay! Asta's dishes are equipped with something amazing, no matter who she eats! Whether you're noble or civilian, there can't be anyone in this world who doesn't recognize Asta's skill!

I'll take a deep sigh.

Wellhide opened his mouth still suspiciously - but the expression froze along the way for some reason.

"Um, Asta, I'm sorry I'm in the middle of a conversation. There's something I'd like to do for a while..."

and at the same time be heard from behind.

Looking back, Raina-Lou was peeking through the gap in the door.

"I opened a new fruit liquor and it seems so sour and useless. Is it possible to pick up other fruit liquors?

"Oh, no, that's a condiment called vinegar with the same Mammalian fruit as fruit liquor. I think the usual fruit liquor is still in the cupboard."

"Oh really?! I'm sorry, I got to the point early..."

"I have nothing to apologize for. I hope you can handle Mammalia's vinegar by the woods and in the lodging town."

In response to that, I'll turn my gaze.

At the end of Wellhide's gaze, which opens his eyes in amazement, there was, naturally, the presence of Raina-Lou.

Raina-Lou noticed that, too, and said, "Um, something...?" and smile like trouble.

Wellhide shook his head sideways, probably just like Roy did earlier.

(erm... I wonder if that means that not many people in Castle Town or Banaam or something who wouldn't know the horrors of Giva directly don't have that strong a discriminatory sentiment towards the people by the woods)

You don't know if you know my emotions like that, Camua says, "Well!" and raised a bright voice.

"It's not too bad to interrupt your work, so it's time for you to disperse. The second son of Count Dalaim's family should arrive soon, and we will be with you, Lord Wellhide."

"Oh, oh, yeah...... nice to meet you"

That's how Camua and Wellhide left.

Raina-Lou pulls into the cook as he tilts his neck, looks it over, and then Lau-Rau strokes his thin jaw with "Hmm".

"Well, come on. I can't get rid of the childish side, but Raina-Lou is also quite clever. I prefer beauties as smooth as I-Fa."

"... what are you missing all of a sudden, you"

I fa dazzle Lau Ray with a scary face.

"No, that's what I'm sincerely saying. I told you before, didn't I? If you weren't a hunter, you'd want your daughter-in-law."

"So what the hell are you talking about?"

"So we're talking about instrumentality as a bunch of women. It's time for us to put our backs on the dowry, isn't it, Dalm-Lou?

Darum-Lou was quietly closing his eyelids as he scattered his grumpy aura all over the blackflame.

Its low mouth calls me "It's Asta from Fa's house".

"Yes!"

"... if you've done your errands, get back to work"

"Yes......"

I don't know whether Wellhide or Rau-Ray stimulated Darum-Lou's inverse scales.

I just had to pull myself into the kitchen while guiding Ey-Fa in the mood to be left on the spot.

(Speaking of which, the Rats and Gaz men asked Ai-Fa to dowry, what a story there was)

Is the one called hardship that occurs between men and women common in every world?

I managed to change my mind while encouraging myself to do my job.

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In that way, even more time passed, and when the candlestick on the wall needed a light, the six dishes were safely completed.

Meat dishes and fuwano dishes - only non-potato dishes can be served hot and ready, so I sat on the workbench without being put through the fire.

"It wasn't until Donda's dads finished eating that the remis would be able to eat, was it? Well, I'm hungry."

"Then I should have stumbled on it. Shall I just fry you a little Deep Fried Ryuda?

"Yeah! I'll keep the fun later!

Having such a conversation, the door was knocked three times.

It was Chiffon-Cher who appeared.

"The bell of six moments will be ringing shortly... Asta, could you please move to the dining room...?

"Got it. You can bring in the appetizer now, can't you?

"Yes... the person on duty will carry you..."

Following the voice of Chiffon-Cher, two yellow dressed lowest names came into the kitchen.

These are the lowest surnames I see every once in a while in the Turan family, but I guess these boys have different faces too.

A large plate of appetizers and a wooden plate for sorting can be placed on a spicy table with a car.

I have covered the dusty, crochet-like lid, so the contents have not yet been exposed to the public.

"Oh, speaking of which, do you not have to look poisonous?

"Yes... poisonous viewing seems to have been an instruction arranged by the previous Lord..."

"I see. Were you?"

Camua said the former lord of Count Turan's house was poisoned, etc.

Not so sure as to be true or false, but was it a lesson that arose from the circumstances around it?

(We don't know enough about nobility in Genos yet, do we?)

Cycleus was an evil man who despised the people of the woods as barbarians.

Silhouel, too, seems to be a humanity in a circle to it.

Refraia feels that something called ethics is missing somewhere.

But Polearths seems like a bright, unyielding person.

Melfried, on the contrary, is too strict.

Zairas, the legal officer who said it was a bypass to the Saturas family, seemed to be a reasonably rigorous and trustworthy figure.

Wellhide is a very honest young man.

Malstein is - I'm not sure yet.

but not just Malstein, but all the opponents that every nobleman has only dealt with for a very short time yet.

What exactly is the nobility in Selva, the kingdom of the west?

Are they compatible with the people by the woods?

I guess this evening's dinner party will be the litmus stone to put it on.

"Asta, please be careful"

"Yeah, the Raina-Lou's, too"

I left the kitchen with the boys with the last name.

Darum-Lou and Lau-Ray will stay on the spot, and Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou will guard me.

With Chiffon-Cher's guidance, we made our way down the labyrinth corridor.

That's how it appeared in front of me was a splendid, double-open door that still looked familiar.

On the day I left, Refraia called me, that room.

Not only are there Refraia and Dial, but Polearths and Ey-Fa as well - and in doing so, I was to be freed from the captive's life, which spanned five days.

"We brought Asta from Fa's house, the cook by the woods!

In the voice of the boy soprano, the boy tells.

The door was opened by the hands of the soldiers, and the sight appeared.

It is the venue of the dinner party, where the nobles of Genos and the chiefs of the forest side met together.

"Oh, it's Asta from Fa's house. Today was daunting."

The voice of a good, magnificent man echoes.

It is Malstein, who set himself on the seat of a giant table.

Next to it, Wellhide sits in the role of a spectator.

White, brilliant chandeliers, half-man, half-beast stone statues guarding the four corners of the room, velvet tapestries covering brick walls, long grapey carpets with long hairy feet - as we've seen before, the dining room.

Huge tables that were a lot loose that day are also filled with a large number of guests today.

On the right-hand side, the Forestside Chiefs...

Donda-Lou, Graf-Zaza, Dari-Sauti, Gazran-Rutim, head of Baim, head of Fou.

On the left hand side, the nobles of Genos...

Refraia, an old man who seems to be his guardian afterwards, Melfried, Polearth, and a skinny young man who seems to be the representative of the Saturas family.

A total of thirteen people have a rough face.

On the left and right side of Malstein and Wellhide, there are two white-armed Kingsguards, plus one young woman who thinks she's a samurai.

Furthermore, on the walls of the aristocratic side, Timaro, with two lowercases, stood up with his spine up, just like me.

I'm not just hiding my mouth. Nice, well-behaved look.

"And Asta of Pha's house, keep me at the side of the chiefs. With the bell of six moments, we'll start dinner."

"Yes," I nodded, forming where I was told.

Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou keep their sharp gaze indoors as they stand in front of closed doors.

The Chiefs have deposited their swords. Only four soldiers and the Ai-Fa, who refrained from taking their seats, now possessed the knife on this occasion.

Of course, close guards will be waiting exactly the next time and so on, but given the physical abilities of the people by the woods, it would be a situation where instantaneous repression is also possible.

I'm sure this must also be a statement of trust for Malstein.

"You were the first Asta in Fa's house. This is Lord Tolst, who will henceforth be the guardian of Princess Lifreia, and this is Lord Leeheim, the first son of the Earl of Saturas."

It became more and more painful for me to learn my name, but I gave it a try.

Tolst was a small old man with a tired pug dog face, and Leeheim was a skinny young man anointed with brown hair.

Tolst wraps around a milky white longcoat that is very similar to Polearth, but Leeheim wraps around a jaguar-style outfit with a collar that is very similar to Malstein's. Even among the aristocrats, a jaguar-inspired outfit seems to be something you can prefer to wear.

But - what bothered me more than that was Refraia.

The chestnut hair, which had been cut messily, had been reshuffled into a lovely short bob style, but from that aspect any expression had disappeared.

He puts a little tiara on his head and wraps a white dress full of frills and ribbons around his little body.

Accompanied by unburnt skin in the day, it looked adorable like a French doll - but at the same time, it didn't feel as humane as it was exquisitely made.

Of course, given your current position, you won't be allowed to behave like an arrogant shore.

But still - it was too much of a hesitation for the little tyrants.

"Well, let me say hello from me before the meeting"

In the same reassuring tone, Malstein said so.

He is a very young looking man with long brown hair loosely bound behind his neck and a ceremonial white cloak hanging over his shoulder.

Those brown eyes glimmer brightly and powerfully, with a pleasant smile on her bearded mouth.

For now, it doesn't look anything like my son Mel Fried.

"As we have already been informed, this is a goodwill dinner party for my Genos to bond back with the people by the woods. Until now the mediator with the people of the woodland has been entrusted to Cycleus, the former lord of the Count Turan family, but there is suspicion that he was causing disaster in the territory of the Kingdom of the West, in conspiracy with the Zazz-Sung figure, who was the chief of the woodland two generations ago. … for us, it is so liberal as to be unprecedented"

Neither the chiefs nor the nobles tried to speak a word.

Refraia, too, stares quietly into the void.

"We must redeem that sin with the people of the woods as we govern Genos. To do this, it will be necessary more than ever to cross hearts and hands with the people by the woods. … As part of this, as of today, the seat of the Lord of the Count Turan family was inherited by Princess Lifreia, and the Guardian was officially inaugurated by Lord Tolsto. Let me also inform you on this occasion that a mediator with the people of the woods has been elected head of the Kingsguard Corps as the first son of my Marquis Genos family."

I was supposed to sneak up on my breath.

It was known about Refraia and his guardian, but it was his first ear that Melfried was elected to represent Malstein.

But surely there is no other human being closer to Malstein.

"From me, that's it. I would like you to deepen your rapport while savoring the heartbreaking of Timaro and Asta of Fa's house, who now have a culinary number, so that we can meet again after dinner."

Malstein loosely looked around at the people on the spot.

No one has a facial expression, headed by Refraia.

However, the slightly crackling polearths are eye-catching and stealing at the hunters by the woods, and the leeheim next door lays his eyes down with a slightly fuzzy face.

Whether this is the difference between the Counts and the Marquis, it seems that we have not been able to achieve a more resolute attitude than the younger Wellhide.

(but really, this is an amazing sight)

To the right and to the left of a huge table, people with distant looks are facing each other, as if they were inhabitants of different worlds.

Nobles in the noble, exfoliated, refined, stone capital, dressed in long white clothes, like characters in Greek mythology, or in collared western outfits.

Luxurious, tough, brave, shallow, dark-skinned, woodland hunters wrapped around the hunter's clothes and exude exuberance at the time of the wild beast.

Until now, it is a people by the woods with nobles who have not interacted at all.

On this night, how much of a disconnect spanning eighty years could be filled - at this stage, it could not be inferred at all.

But dressed to keep an eye on those people from their middle position, Malstein nods satisfactorily with one laid back smile.

At that time, a heavy bell tone rang from somewhere.

"Six moments. … So let's start the dinner party"