532 Eight Days of the Green Moon ① ~ In Castle Town ~

The next day, the 8th of the green moon.

After we finished our business in Inn Town, we headed down to Castle Town on that leg.

The Kamado number is four: me, Tour-Din, Raina-Lu and Limi-Luu. The escorts are four: Ai-Fa, Ziza-Lu, Rudd-Lu and Gazran-Lutim.

All this day, Donda-Lou also decided to give the tenacious hunters a break from their giva hunting work. Ai-Fa also joined us at the promised time by stipulating it as a half-hour day off when we would go into the woods from a little early on in Ai-Fa and only confirm the trap we set.

When he finishes his business with two moments downstairs, the rest of the members are escorted back to the settlement by the Lyelpham-Sudra. Say goodbye to those people, and the eight of us are going for Castle Town.

Incidentally, it is also Donda-Lou's decision that Dan-Loutim, who always serves as a night escort, was replaced by Gazran-Loutim. If he were to be relative to the nobility of the king's capital, he would have thought that he should be accompanied by Gazran-Rutim, who had already turned the man into a man and had a combination of sedimentation and clarity.

Even Kamadoku's turn was an indescribable facial rash, even if it was regarded as an elite unit.

And yet, when this candidate was decided, I was supposed to sneak up on Yun-Sudra to apologize.

"I'm sorry, Yun-Sudra. I really wanted Tul-din or Yun-Sudra to stay in the settlement in order to get a glimpse of tomorrow."

"Huh? What the hell is Asta apologizing for?

"No, 'cause the next time you were heading to Castle Town, you promised to take Yun-Sudra, right?

When I put it that way, Yun-Sudra happened to turn red to her ears.

"This time, we're going to do an important job at the behest of the nobles, so it's a different story. That's how much I know, Asta."

"Oh well. I hope so. When I couldn't take her to Silver Star Hall, Yun-Sudra felt very angry."

"Already! Asta is mean! Then is it not as if I were a deaf toddler?"

Yun-Sudra had a frantic grin at the end after one disturbance.

"Besides, didn't you say it before? Keeping Asta away is also an important task. It's very proud of me to be given such a job, Asta."

Yun-Sudra said that to me.

So I could head down to Castle Town without worrying.

It should also be noted that the help of Kimmus's Tail Pavilion is not likely to make it today, so I am asking the Lew family for help. Sheila-Lou and the ladies of the branch are working on the job, and Dalm-Lou and Sin-Lu, among others, are taking on escorts, he said.

(I don't have any more problems with my regular job because the Lou family people are totally backing me up. We need to get our sexual roots in place.)

I sneak up on Thur-din as he switches his luggage in front of the castle gate and leads him inside the castle town.

Tour-Din stared at the rug on the floor with the face he had in mind.

This time, I'm not the only one called in by name. Oh, my God, even Tour-din and Rimi-Lou have been ordered to show their skill in confectionery making.

That was because they had once taken on confectionery making at a tea party.

Moreover, the story of the Marquis de Genos being able to buy confectionery from Tour-Din has apparently also been exposed from somewhere. So, they were really supposed to be able to turn to the suspicion that they had all those arms.

"... are you all right, Tour-Din?

When I called it that way, Tour-Din said, "Yes?" He looked back in surprise.

"No, because you seemed to think of it a lot. Of course, it's normal to be nervous."

"Oh yes...... no, I'm fine. I'm still immature, but I want you to see what you can do."

That being said, Tour-Din smiled to help himself.

"If this forbids me from delivering confectionery to Odifia, I will not forgive myself… I will do everything in my power to convince the nobles of the King's capital"

Thank you, Tour-Din. As the days grew, his thoughts on Odifia grew stronger.

But that seems like a great pleasure to me. In other words, Odifia, who treats Tour-Din, was adorable and a jerk from my eyes. I didn't even want to imagine that Odifia was going to cry.

"Speaking of which, the people in Inn Town haven't been summoned to Castle Town, have they?

And Rudd-Loo, who was having fun talking to Limi-Lu, said such a thing to the pretend.

The people in the lodging town must mean Doug and Iphius.

"Yeah. When I came to the stall to buy food, they said. Soldiers defending nobles in the castle are prepared separately from them."

"Hmm. Well, that means I might have more skill than those guys."

"I wonder. In the meantime, there seems to be someone in the position of their superior officer, the head of the unit."

"Uh, maybe that's the one my dad used to say. Gazran-Rutim's got a face on him, doesn't he?

"Yes. You're a person named Ruid, the chief of a thousand lions. It certainly seemed like a masterpiece."

After stating so, Gazran-Rutim did his hand to his disappointed mandible.

"But... what about power as a swordsman? My father Dan made the impression that soldiers like Doug and Iphius would be better armed."

"Hmm? But a guy like that Ruid is more of a soldier leader, isn't he?

"Yes. I felt strongly about something called style as a mentor standing above people, not as a swordsman. Anyway, he's the leader of a thousand soldiers."

"A thousand people, huh? But we don't have the remaining 800 people in Castle Town, do we?

"Yes. Isn't it something like dozens of people who refrain from going to Castle Town? Probably brought a better soldier out of a thousand."

"Heh. I wonder how many soldiers there are in a place called Wangdu"

The question was answered not by Gazran-Rutim but by Ziza-Rou.

"The story is that there are roughly 100,000 soldiers in the Wang capital. I don't know if it's true, my father Donda said."

"A hundred thousand! I can't imagine that!

Rudd-Lou was laughing swallowingly.

After all, Ai-Fa has finally become a stuck face.

To ease it up a little, I tried to bring in all the information I could hear.

"It's okay. Zashma said that the army of the Wang Capital had no room to divide such a great army into Genos, which would take more than a month in Totos, because they were hiccupying against Mahdra and the Grand Duchy of Zerad. So this time around, there were only 200 soldiers that could have been brought in."

"Well, even the 200 of them are troublesome enough."

When Ai-Fa answered that way, the luggage car stopped.

The rear door is opened by the hands of the castle guards.

"We have arrived. Step down carefully at your feet."

Kamado and the hunter pair up and descend into the outside world.

What awaited me there was a long time ago the Hisabi further VIP hotel - the mansion of the former Count Turan family.

A huge brick building with an impressive yellow roof.

Today, we intercepted the nobles of the king's capital in this place.

"I've been waiting for you, folks by the woods. Today, I will guide you."

As she stepped into the mansion that way, Sheila, the samurai of the Count Dalaim family, came down with a peppered head.

When that eye captures Ai-Fa, it gives me a grin that I can't see.

"... thank you for hitting on me, Master Ai-Fa. After that, is there any change?

The carefree Ai-Fa only replied, "Uhm".

But his fortitude alone seems to satisfy Shayla. Ever since I glanced at the riddled side of Ai-Fa, Shayla has once again turned to us.

"First, I will show you to the bathroom. This way please."

The custom was a little nostalgic for us.

This is probably the first time you have visited this place with Gazran-Rutim.

"... so far, you don't seem to see any human beings in the King's Capital. The soldiers guarding the mansion also seem to be all Genos people."

Naked Gazran-Rutim described it that way in a smelly steam like yomogi.

Naturally, or whatever, it is a successful physique that is too splendid to envy. It was a supple, sharpened flesh like a wild beast, whilst it was soggy, it did not feel dull at all.

"Today, Marquis Marquis Malstein will also stand. My father Donda seems to have the truth about Malstein, too, but what does Gazran-Rutim think?

Likewise naked Giza-Lou inquired, Gazran-Rutim lay his eyes down at the thought of "Right."

"Perhaps the Marquis of Genos...... the peace of Genos is what you think best. I think you're looking for the best way to do that."

"If you're a lord of Genos, that's a natural story. The question is, how do we treat our presence in order to preserve the peace of Genos?"

Keep the look you're laughing at, Giza-Lou has a tough look on her face.

"Wouldn't Malstein betray the people by the woods to protect Genos... Graf-Zaza and others seem to be afraid of that one point"

"The Marquis of Genos also looks like he's holding his breath to avoid a wave, so I wonder how that would feel for Graf-Zaza. I'm still wondering if the Marquis of Genos himself can't make his way."

"Right. I want you to show me what you deserve as our monarch."

What a serious pair of names on the sidelines, me and Rudd-Lou were greatly encouraged by the dirt rub.

"Nah, what kind of noblemen in Wangdu are they?

"I wonder. I can't imagine."

"One is drunk, the other is the head of a soldier, right? I'm talking about another old man who can't read his belly."

To be precise, it seems that there are two persons in charge of the inspection mission. There, the story was that three of the men who were also chiefs of the troops had come to meet with the chiefs.

And today, in addition to those three, we were ordered not to cook for Marstein, Melfried and Polearth.

(Mel Fried and Pol Earth are well known, but there's no place for you to grasp what's called Malstein. Camua is right, I know you're a big guy...... in fact, how are you going to cut through this noise)

After cleaning ourselves up, we joined the women, and we left the bathroom behind.

After being walked down the brick corridor, the next thing you need to do is finally cook.

Guided by the bigger chef, he knocked over the door there, and there was another person there who was a little nostalgic.

"Oh, are you arriving? Kind regards, Lord Asta"

"Yes, thank you very much, Timaro"

Formerly deputy chef of the Count Turan family, he is now chief chef of the Spear Pavilion of Selva, Timaro.

He's skinny, but he's just a bloated, up-and-coming figure with a bloated stomach. It was only since the study group on black fuwanos and rare ingredients that I faced him.

"This time, it seems like it's been a pretty nasty story, and I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, right.... Did Timaro, after all, also be called upon by the people of the King's capital?

"Well, I was taken care of at Count Turan's house while Lord Asta was being kept in this mansion. By then, I didn't even have a chance to face Lord Asta."

He is a Timaro who is not laughing much around his eyes while maintaining a very soft look.

"At that time, and at a later dinner party, I had the result of bending my knees before His Highness Asta. I was to be questioned by the people of the Wang capital as to whether that was a legitimate evaluation… even if I asked myself that because it was the aristocrats who gave the evaluation. Somehow, it was as comfortable as a needle screwed into a blocked wound."

"Oh, uh, that's... unless I'm really sorry"

"I don't mind. Because it is true that the nobles headed by Princess Lifreia have acknowledged that the cuisine of Lord Asta is superior."

And Timaro's eyes shall be directed toward the Raina-Lou, even with different lights.

"So... is Tool-din about you?

"Huh? No, Tour-Din is here."

Looking in the direction Raina-Lou points out, Timaro rounds his eyes like a little.

"You, Tour-din...? Was it? I never thought you were so young, Tul-din. You're supposed to be face-to-face for once, and you're very rude."

"Oh, no... Um, thank you for hitting on me..."

The three of us were once face-to-face with Timaro at a study group in Castle Town.

Raina-Lu and Limi-Luu also gave their names in advance, Timaro finally thanked them.

"My name is Timaro and I will be the head chef at Selva's Spear Pavilion.... Really, you were Lord Tour-Din"

"Yes... Um, what am I...?

"No, I was impressed when I heard that the princess of the Marquis of Genos was obsessed with your sweets. You and Lord Limi-Lew were also victorious over Lord Asta in comparison to the taste of the Tea Party."

The tone and material waist politeness remained intact, and Timaro stared at Tour-Din with a faint look.

Tour-din is twisting around like he's desperately putting up with wanting to hide on my back.

"No, that's what you deserve to be impressed with. If it's the Marquis de Genos, they have the best cooks in Genos. Even so, purposefully buying your sweets isn't a half-baked story."

"Je, the best cook in Genos, is...?

"Yeah. You're Lord Dia, head chef of Castle Genos. In Genos, alongside Lord Varcus and Lord Michel, he was regarded as the three main cooks."

I remember hearing the name Three Cooks somewhere, too.

"Now that Lord Michel has been withdrawn, Lord Dia and Lord Varcus are considered to be the bi-perfections of the cooks of Genos. Instead of the confectionery made by Lord Dia, Princess Odifia wants your confectionery."

"Is that person a cook who can't even beat Varcus...?

"Right. Lord Dia is the head chef of Castel Genos, and Lord Varcus was once the head chef of the Count Turan family. With that in mind, Lord Dia is one step further out, you could even say. Well, even if I mention it to the Count's deputy chef, it's only funny."

Somehow from its mouthfeel, Timaro felt more highly valued about a person named Dia than Varcus.

Thinking about it that way, Timaro turns back towards me.

"And also, the visiting delegation of the King's Capital was welcomed in Castle Genos until today. I mean, they ate the dishes Lord Diane made every day."

"Yes. Right."

"Is Lord Asta correctly understood what that means? We are like comparing arms to Lord Dia today. If this doesn't distract you enough, it can be a source of laughter."

I thought Timaro was looking different today, but maybe that was because he was confused.

Today's Timaro has been called upon to compare my cuisine with my skill. My cooking was really more than mutually beneficial compared to the cooks in the castle town of Genos, so to speak, I was appointed a horse of choice to ascertain it.

"I do not forbid sympathy for your plight, but I must also keep my hand as a cook. Let us get to work today with all our souls."

"Yes. I'm going to do that, too. Let's do our best."

Timaro nodded loudly.

"... and I have a suggestion for Lord Asta, can you hear me?

"Yes? What's the story?

"As before, we want to try your dishes together. Lord Asta has had a reputation for being lifted in the last few months."

"Yeah, I've brought extra giva meat, so if it's for each Timaro, I don't think there's a problem"

"Well, thank you. … and the sweets of Lord Tour-Din."

And because Timaro looked back in momentum, Tul-din, who was alarmed, raised his voice with "hiccup".

And when he pinches the hem of my garment, looking beyond the limits of patience, he responds with a mosquito-like voice, "I understand..."

"Thank you. See you soon."

Timaro thanked him and went back to his place of work.

"He's a damned old man," Rud-Lew says, hands behind his head.

"I'm not a bad person. Looks like you're very competitive... and don't worry about Tour-Din, do you?

"Yes, I'm sorry... I'm kind of scared of the sight..."

"I'm sure that's all I care about in Tour-Din's arms. He's a finger cook in Genos, so it's an honor."

Whatever it is, it is not Timaro we should care about, it is the nobles of the king's capital.

I decided to do my job, encouraging Tour-Din to be frightened like a small animal.