291 Welcome Feast ④ ~ Feast ~

We were driven out to the banquet hall just moments after the sixth hour.

Once the finished dishes are brought into the next room of the dining room, only the appetizers are delivered from there first. If you don't carry it directly from the cook, you don't have to serve it one dish at a time, but this is probably the Genos way.

It was me and Ama Min-Rutim, Varcus and Siri-Low, as well as the men of the Ai-Fa and Sauti families as escorts, who went out to the banquet hall.

Further, with the help of the surnames, carry the wagon with the dishes indoors. Like the last supper party, the Ai-Fas were to stand by the door and watch us work.

"Oh, thank you for your hard work. Let me introduce you to a guest from Banaam. This is the cook who kept the cook for today's feast, Varcus from Silver Star Hall and Asta, the forest folk."

It was Marquis Marquis Marstein of Genos, whom he saw for the first time in roughly two months and ten days, who raised his voice in that way.

Long, nodded brown hair, a noble, conceited moustache, smooth and young, very soft of the waist - then, he is the ruler of Genos, who is somewhat difficult to read of the mood.

On that occasion, moreover, the nobles present at the last feast were also crowded.

It is Polearth of the Earl of Dalaim, Leeheim of the Earl of Saturas, Refraia and Tolsto of the Earl of Turan, Melfried of the Marquis of Genos, and Wellhide of the Marquis of Banaam.

The only other people I know are Deal, Arishna and Dari-Sauti, and the other dozen are strange faces.

However, there are two men lined up in the same red courtesy instead of Wellhide, so it can be inferred that that would be Banaam's mission. The rest were six men of magnificent age and four young ladies.

"Well, that's something I've been up to all night, and let's just start dinner"

Apparently, the banquet greeting is completely complete and we are set to begin the meal immediately.

I'm a riverfish carpaccio, and Varcus is an appetizer with a paste of fish on a little fuwano dough.

"It's an appetizer made with Lillione fish"

Varcus did not close his first name, and Siri-Low and I were splitting the dishes.

By the way, Siri-Low stopped making fun of me. Instead, he works tirelessly with a faceless look like Nobu.

"Well, I heard rumors, but you can really eat fish in Genos. And I'm amazed at the fish dishes that haven't gone through the fire."

An old man lined up next to Wellhide was smiling as he stroked his elegantly groomed moustache.

The slightly obese man next door compares the two appetizers with a really nasty eye.

"Don't worry about anything. This Count Turan mansion keeps the fish he's made to carry from the west alive, so it's as fresh as the caron he just judged.... That's right, Vulcan?

Thank you, Marquis Genos.

"Okay, let's get started. It's been months since I've spoken of your cooking, so I've been looking forward to it."

After noticing the guests on the tour, Marstein took the initiative and put his hands up on Varcus' plate.

"Oh, this is delicious. When it comes to fish dishes, you won't be able to fathom yourself with the head chef of Castle Genos, Varcus."

"It's an honor to say so excessively"

Even in front of the Marquis of Genos, there was no change in Varcus' blurred hesitation.

Cutting off Malstein, the participants in the feast carry the dishes to their mouths one after the other.

"Oh, Lord Asta's food is delicious, too. Not so many cooks can cook fish so skillfully in Genos."

Speaking that way was, unexpectedly, torst.

Polearths is eating dishes with a truly satisfying face, and Leeheim - more obviously than he did when he saw it before - looks grumpy.

With his head covered in oil, this Mistress has stopped showing up in the stalls since he was pushed back with a gift for Raina-Lou. It was also in view of the circumstances around it that I asked Ama Min-Rutim for an assistant for my salary.

Regardless, the Guests seem satisfied.

This was true in tasting places, but the surprise is huge just because it's a raw fish dish, and yet the sentiment is hard to twist out.

While I was thinking about that, the next dish was carried by the lowest names.

"This is a juicy dish of caron milk and caron breast."

"This is a juicy dish made with stuffed meat from tarrapa and giva"

Caron milk soup and minestrone with complex flavours and aromas are served.

So it was Dial who raised his voice first.

"Yeah, this tastes great. Tarapa juice and giva meat are delicious."

Not only is the tone but the voice itself is more soothing than usual.

If I thought of it as something like that, I would get caught in the details from a distant position.

The sharpness of Kang may be comparable to that of the people by the woods.

"Is this the rumored giva meat? Hmm, you're really in the shape of a monster."

An old aristocrat peeks intriguingly into Minestrone's plate.

"But when it comes to Giva, let's say it's a beast that was even called a symbol of calamity in Genos? Is it worth eating something like that instead of carons?"

It was the two nobles next door who said so.

Occasionally, Wellhide frowned and said back to you.

"This is the dish of the feast Marquis Genos prepared for us. I thought it would be too rude to describe it as bad."

"Well, not so often. I'll see what I can taste first."

Even with a soft smile, an old nobleman pokes a trident dish in Giva's bowel meat.

Its healthy looking teeth chewed through the stuffed meat, and when he moved his jaw wide and chewed it several times - his eyes opened as "ooh".

"This is... really delicious. Plus, it's amazingly soft. Is this giva meat smoked?

"Yes, chopped meat, stuffed it in the intestines, smoked it and then simmered it"

"Uhm, this is delicious. It's no less meat than carons."

"Such an idiot," he said, attracting a plate of minestrone as well.

Its eyes will also be stunned open again.

"What do you say? You weren't lying to me, were you?

Proudly, then Wellhide flies his gaze out of his seat.

It looks serious and youthful. This simple and enthusiastic noble young man was in the same condition.

I wonder if this upright eyed young man was hustling about the deliciousness of Giva cuisine in his hometown, as long as he faces it.

"Oh, that's really delicious."

"It sounds like a lie. Are you sure this is Giva's meat?"

"It looks like this is a great dish as well as Giva's meat"

And the women in the lower seat are giving me a gorgeous voice.

They are all young ladies luxuriously dressed and don't look like they have any position. Are they literally flowers that colour the feast?

"No, this dish doesn't seem to lose at all, either, does it?

It was the strange nobleman in the seat across the street who raised his voice that way.

The banquet hall is filled with a reputation for which dishes are delicious.

"They're both delicious. Asta seems to have lifted her arms more than she could see in the last few months."

Malstein declares so with a soft but well-street voice.

"How about Dali-Souti, the chief by the woods? I hope you enjoyed it more than the other feast."

"Oh, this dish tastes really strange too, but nothing hard to eat at all"

When Dari-Sauti spoke, the reputation's voice clearly quieted.

After all, the presence of hunters by the woods is heterogeneous among the nobles and their equivalents. Moreover, Dari-Sauti is the owner of a giant body that has not lost anyone on this occasion. Though it was the knife at the waist that kept it, not many would have felt intimidated by its appearance wrapped around Gibba's fur.

"Besides, I haven't eaten Asta's cooking since that feast. I was just amazed at how good that arm was."

"I see. The settlement by the woods is huge, so not everyone and he can easily eat Asta's food,"

"Exactly. Even though the people of Inn Town and others eat Asta's food every day, it's hard for us far away from home to do so. If they taste a delicious meal like this, it will make them feel less unhappy."

Saying so, Dari-Sauti smiled with a grin.

Laughing like that brings back the original sense of placidity. He originally had an exceptionally calm and gentle temper as a man by the woods.

(But you didn't even show one of your smiles at the last dinner party. So that's how you've solved your distrust of the nobles)

Or maybe consciously, it reveals a friendly side. Even if not as good as Gazran-Rutim, he seemed to have a lot of social skills.

"Okay, here's the next dish"

Along with the voice of Varcus, a new plate is served.

"This is a fuwano dish that refines Mallory's body and shell."

"This is a dish called 'Pasta' made with fuwano and poitan."

On the banquet floor, now the voice of amazement was to be filled.

It's a surprise brought about by the alien dish Giva Bacon's Cream Pasta.

Visually, the pasta would still have had a more intense impact than the twist roll.

"Please tease and enjoy your dishes with a trident dish. Supporting the lower side with a wooden spoon makes it easier to eat."

Everyone eats pasta on purpose.

In it, finally, Polearth said, "Oh!," he shouted.

"This is delicious! It's delicious and weird! Lord Asta and I were trying to be as quiet as we could because whatever I said was going to be the most intimate thing to do, but... we can't just shut up!

"Well, if you had grown up like that, everyone around you would be worried, Lord Polearth."

And among your ladies, among other things, a woman who looked extravagant laughs delightfully.

She is a young and beautiful woman with high brown hair ties. It is wrapped in a pure white fluffy dress, and jewel ornaments lowered from the neck glimmer vividly under the fire of a candlestick.

"But really, this is delicious and strange food. I wonder if this strange dish was brought from your hometown, Asta the cook by the woods?

"Yes, all the ingredients belong to Genos, but this is my hometown dish"

"At the same time, you are a people by the woods, and you are an emigrant people. Excellent. I'd love to be the cook of my mansion."

When your young lady stated it that way, she raised an emotionless voice: "Don't say anything stupid".

A nobleman with cold gray eyes, like moonlight, looks quietly at the figure of the lady.

"It does not make such statements after learning of the disturbances surrounding the Asta and Count Turan houses of Fa's house. You should turn your position around a little bit."

That's a good story, but it wasn't really a topic I wanted you to steam back in front of Refraia.

Worried, I turned my gaze, but Refraia was wrapping the pasta around her face.

"Alas, I've just stated my honest feelings, and you're not even allowed to do that? I'm not trying so hard to get Asta home."

"So, such a light-hearted remark -"

"Since you have such a hard temper, wouldn't it be better for me to be in equilibrium if I wandered off?

I pull my gaze back towards your lady in surprise.

I wonder how she can return the word that Mel Fried has deviated so far from her opponent.

If I had thought of it that way, Malstein smiled and offered me that answer.

"I'm sorry you surprised me, it's Asta. She is the companion of Melfried, Eurifia."

"Ah... did you"

"To me, she's my stepdaughter, but strangely, she seems to be more like me than her blood-connected son, and this is how she troubles those around her sometimes."

"Alas, I am not as hungry as His Excellency the Marquis of Genos."

Saying so, the Eurifian Lady laughs by the way.

I'm sure it's because I'm not poisoned by that attitude. The other nobles are also smiling with their bodies enjoying bickering.

"But, Eurifia, Asta is regarded by this skill as one of the best cooks in Inn Town. If the aristocracy can summon that, it will also cause unwanted disgust again. For the sake of peace of mind in Genos, I hope you're still in the mood."

"Really? Well, I guess I'll go out and buy some food with the same patience as Lord Polearth."

"Eurifia," the sigh finally began to mix with Melfrid's voice.

It seems quite a great wife to let this Mistress sigh.

"Even I don't take my own feet every time.... Nevertheless, great food. Besides, it seems to me that this fuwano dish brings out the flavor of your skin, but I'm not sure you two are showing this together, are you, Lord Varcus?

"Show me? … that's not possible"

When Vulcus responds to his faceless expression, "That's right," Polluth breaks his face.

"But the juicy dishes of Lord Asta and the roasted fuwano of Lord Varcus seem to go very well together. It makes me feel very happy to be able to eat this kind of food at the same time."

I'm a little surprised, too, but it's a coincidence.

It's just that the moment I heard Polearth say it, I felt like Siri-Low had only dazed my eyes for a moment.

Have you misinterpreted it and even received that "the two arms are one another"?

Together, half of the six dishes were also finished.

Next up is vegetable dishes.

Here, Vulcan cuisine was set to attract full attention.

"This is... such an unbeatable face for fuwano cuisine."

It is an aromatic bomb, made of thinly chopped vegetables and vanilla.

What size ping-pong balls were offered to us, but they were about the size of tennis balls for production.

After all, was this the original dish of Varcas, and everyone but Refraia speaks out in amazement.

"This is strange!

"It's like you're eating the scent itself!

"How the hell can I cook something like this?

The venue grew heated up.

In the meantime, the next dish is transported so that it can be saggy.

It's a stunning fish dish from Varcus and a Milanese-style cutlet with giva meat.

Genos nobles, ladies and guests from Banaam are changing the color of their eyes and eating our dishes. Personally, I was the one reflecting that all this meat dish didn't go to Varcus, but fortunately, no one spoke out of dissatisfaction. Only Dari-Sauti, who knows the taste of normal 'giva cutlets', just looked a little complicated.

"Oh, it's delicious! They're all delicious. Hey, Lord Alishna?

Called upon by Polearths, Arishna, who had been quiet for so long, nods "yes".

She didn't change her expression at all, but I was sneaking in to make sure she was eating everything from appetizers to meat dishes.

"Somehow, everyone seems to enjoy it. It's supposed to be in the middle of the stone capital, but it's as comfortable as watching a feast by the woods."

And, Ama Min-Rutim comes ear to ear.

Indeed, on the spot, the enthusiasm that deserved to be called a feast had begun to gather.

Of course, compared to a feast by the woods with tremendous vitality, it was something that really stuck - but still, it conveys that people are enthusiastic about it.

Malstein is smiling satisfactorily, and the Wellhides are obsessed and carving meat. Needless to say, Polearth-shaved, and unnamed ladies and nobles have not lost it. With some exceptions such as Melfrid and Arishna and Dari-Sauthi, everyone was flooded with joyful emotions.

"This will be the last dish, the after-dinner treat."

Steamed pudding of kimus eggs and meringue cookies of kimus eggs are similarly served.

Until the end, the smiles of the nobles never ceased.

"Hey, it was a totally fantastic feast. It would be worth it to come all the way from Banaam."

On behalf of the mission, the old nobles said so.

"That's something like the gastronomic capital of Genos. When you welcome Genos to Banaam, it's a headache to see what kind of dish you can enjoy."

"Let there also be something in Banerm called a dish unique to Banerm. I prefer the roasted caron cheese hat."

It is also like a feast.

After this, the cup will still be exchanged after we resign. That kind of step is similar to the one by the woods.

Whatever it was, it seemed I could do my job, too.

I stand on the wall with Ama Min-Rutim, waiting for a greeting from Malstein.

At that time, the voice of the young man, including a sarcastic laugh, echoed with clarity.

"Nevertheless, you've only made a difference in your skill this time. The best cook in Genos is definitely Varcus from Silver Star Hall."

He is the first son of the Earl Saturas family, Leeheim.

Speaking of which, this may have been the first time I've heard his voice on this occasion.

"Well, did the First Son of Saturas like the dishes of Lord Varcus?

"That must be natural," asked the old nobleman with his innocent face, "Leeheim twisted his mouth.

"The rarity of Giva meat wandered at the last dinner party, but if there's an arm difference so far, you can't delude it. Well, is it something that just didn't get in the way of Vulcan cooking?"

"That's an unexpected word. I felt like I was a perfectly good person."

"That might ruin your gratitude. There must be a cook's pride in cooking."

Somehow, it felt like it was filled with more malice than necessary.

I get a little worried and look back at the eye-fa standing by the door.

Fortunately, Ai-Fa was just looking at Leeheim's side with cold eyes.

"Lord Leeheim, isn't it you who's being rude? It's a welcome feast, and we're not entertaining a comparison of the flavors of cooking, are we?

And Tolst said his mouth in a rather wolfish manner, but Leeheim's words did not stop.

"I'm just being honest. Besides, I'm not even going to be slandering the cooks by the woods. If you keep the cook on the same day as the best cook in Genos, it's only natural to settle for this kind of ending."

"Hmm? Me and the others, though I've been so surprised by this ending."

And now Eurifia speaks up.

She had a very pleasant face, rather than a wolf.

"'Cause if I do a taste comparison or something, I'm going to raise my armament to Asta in Fa's house. You'd have to be surprised at this, wouldn't you?

"That's bullshit. I don't think it's true."

"Oh, you mean it? Although vegetable and meat dishes would like to win over Varcus, other than that, I think Asta's dishes would have been better."

"Eurifia, you don't have to wear a star even though it's not comparable to the taste"

"It's not what I started. Besides, I just stated my honest feelings, didn't I?

Once again, people began to blur.

Wouldn't this be better for me and Varcus to leave already?

I don't have to worry about their feelings, but more importantly, it's me who doesn't want to buy any more Siri-Low's unhappiness.

"If you star one thing at a time, I think I was completely mutual."

I don't even know how I feel about that, and now Wellhide speaks.

"Lord Asta's Fuwano dishes were wonderful, and I was heartily surprised by Lord Varcus's vegetable dishes. And in that sense, I think it was completely mutual."

"Hmm. Lord Varcus if the number of stars...... but that juicy and fuwano giva meat was really delicious. Makes it seem very difficult to win or lose"

It's a little aristocratic to ride like that.

Cutting off those two, now the unnamed nobles and ladies begin to express their thoughts orally.

Polearth was grinning and holding his mouth.

Dial looked very calm, but he pulled his lips and tied them as he looked at me.

"I will raise my arms to Asta."

and - so for the first time, Refraia gave a clear voice.

"I wonder if it's because the Varcus dishes are ready to eat. Every dish makes Asta seem more delicious."

"No, but-"

"I was the last of those sweets..."

And, more than that, it has also become difficult to discern an individual's words.

Dari-Sautti looks intriguingly at the banquet hall amidst the untimely turmoil as he strokes his mandible.

"You're totally out of sorts. If this happens, I'll tell you the truth."

It was Malstein who said that bitterly.

It seems that this lord, with his strange dominance, also gave something up early.

"Asta to Varcus, I am very grateful to them for their unexpected work. I want you to take the silver coin for the reward, so this is the end of the day."

"Yes," I said with Varcus.

Half of the people greeted me with a glance, but the other half were obsessed with the debate and apparently hadn't even noticed Malstein's words. We were supposed to leave the dining room dressed like we were being pushed back by that enthusiasm.

"What a noisy feast you've had"

In the carpeted corridor, Varcus looks back expressionlessly.

Instead, Siri-Low was biting his lips and nagging.

"I don't think each of us was going to confuse people that far. Perhaps there was a problem with our dedication"

"To dedicate, is it?

"Yes, even though I and Lord Asta were preparing dishes to rest our tongues, your dishes have dispelled it. Now my tongue and heart are at ease. Naturally, you'll be confused."

"Oh, is that what happens?"

"It could be enough. I was just as confused at the tasting place."

That's how Varcus stares back at my face.

"Your power was beyond my imagination. We must have been sent to Selva to polish you, Lord Asta."

"Or it's an honor to have you say too much"

"There is no shortage. And that's the truth."

Varcus glanced at Ai-Fa and said quietly, "I'm sorry," then suddenly blurted my fingertips with both hands.

"Please love yourself, Lord Asta. For me, you are irreplaceable."

"... yes, for me too, I'm wondering if you are"

I was curious about Ai-Fa and Siri-Low's eyes, but I also decided to tell them the truth.

Though I've come to some distinction after numerous failures, I hate to lose from the roots.

Based on the premise that cooking is not a win or loss - I could not have seen the presence of this strange cook who can cook dishes that taste better than I do.

"I don't know when I'll see you next, but I'd like to encourage you to continue cooking convincing dishes for yourself. Eat my food again soon."

"This is the one I want to build up drills to keep you from disappointing. … If I meant it, I wanted to live in this world at your age."

At the end of the day, he grabbed my fingertips again, and then Varcus pulled himself back.

"Cooks are things that lose strength as they age. I wanted to meet you at the same age in the same era.... so how happier you are than I am, Siri-Low"

"Yes," the girl responds with a pressed kill voice.

"Well, go ahead and be well. Stop by my shop when you're in town."

"Thank you. You too."

Thus Vulcus smiled with his eyes alone at the end before walking away.

I breathe and look back at the ii-fa's.

"I finally got the job done. Then let me go back to the woods."

"Mm-hmm. Limi-Lu and the others may already be asleep."

Ai-Fa had strangely tender eyes.

Ama Min-Rutim also has a smile full of charity no less than that.

"Asta, thank you so much for choosing me to help you today. I would like to return to the woods as soon as possible to convey this feeling to Gazlan."

"To Gazran-Rutim? What the hell are you telling me?

"That which I have come to know this day. Gazlan will surely connect this feeling more rightly than I do to the end of the forest."

That's how Ama Min-Rutim said, closing her eyelids loosely.

"I found out. That nobility and every one of them is only one of us."

"Oh... I guess that's right"

Perhaps I don't understand it correctly, such as Ama Min-Lutim's very bright mood.

But I was able to accept that word without question.

That's how we finally finished our second job in Castle Town.