657 Episode IX One Day Into The Endless Skies (Top)

"How many times do you care if they say the same thing?

In the cooking of Silver Star Hall, which was full of different scents, the voice of its master sounded shady.

"It is decided that next to Pico is Ila and next to Ila is Nahua. Do not place chit fruit in such a place"

"But the closest flavor and aroma to an ira leaf is the chit fruit, right? Then wouldn't it be more convenient to have that next to each other?

When Roy responded that way, Varcus sighed deeply with a blurred look.

"Ira leaves and chit fruit are not only taste and aroma, but even their shades are similar. If chit shards get mixed up in a bottle of ira, what are you going to do?

"The taste and aroma are similar, so I hope you don't have a problem with it."

"... are you seriously saying that word?

Varcus' eyes open slightly.

I didn't want to be broken by this, so Roy made me answer "I'm kidding".

"But I wouldn't fly chit shards into a bottle of frustration. Neither am I."

"That chronic heart can break the harmony of flavors. You should learn more about cooking than about cooking skills."

That being said, Vulcus shook his head loose.

"Let's get this far with vanilla training. I'll see how the ingredients are in the basement, so please clean them up later."

"Oh, then I'll take you, too. Now that we're officially disciples, let me take a look at the safe."

Varcus has looked at Roy with an emotionally inexplicable side.

"... I can't really feel that way until you've developed your mind as a cook. Turtumai, I need your help"

"Yes, I understand."

Taking Tartumai, Varcus disappears into the door to the basement.

After dropping him off, Roy let him shrug his shoulder "ahhh".

"Damn, you're so loud. I hope you don't mind."

"... you're the one who does it. What the hell are you doing?

and Siri-Low, who looked forward to Roy's interaction a little further away, frowned backwards and approached him.

"Varcus is a master, and you're a new apprentice, aren't you? Yet, which defies the instructions of Varcus...... what exactly did you mean by wishing Varcus to be a disciple?

"Well, you've decided to raise your arm as a cook."

"Then why are you defying Varcus?

"I'm just making my point, and I'm not going against it. It's easier to keep similar ingredients close by, isn't it?

"… will not be tolerated by disciples, such as by defying the norms laid down by the Master"

Siri-Low has stunned Roy's face as he shuddered his shoulders with a mess.

There, a smiling bozzle comes in cracking "Fair enough".

"It's a bit of a bad thing to say what you wonder. Siri-Low, don't be so dazzling."

"But -!"

"Come on, Roy's cleaning up after all. Siri-Low, 'cause you have your own business, don't you?

Siri-Low lastly glanced at Roy's face and then said, "Hmm!" and went back to his workplace.

Roy wanted to put his head on it, but the tip of his hand was full of vanilla powder, so it was also irresistible.

"I'm sorry you always take care of me, Bozzle. I'm not going to make a scene either..."

"Oh, my God, it was normal for Jagal's cook to have an anger flying around, so I don't even feel like calling it a fuss."

Since Roy was officially recognized as a disciple, Bozzle's attitude has become so casual. There is also a cheerful grin on his tough face with shavers and mustaches.

"... Bozzle was originally a Jagal cook, and we talked about being apprenticed to Varcus a few years ago, right?

When I asked him that way while washing the dirty dishes, the bozzle nodded "Oh".

"My original master has been invited to be the former lord of Count Turan's house. With that help, I was brought to Genos... where I was supposed to travel with Lord Varcus."

"Since that time, was Varcus the head chef of the Count Turan family?

"No, Lord Varcus was in the position of being invited to the Mansion for the first time, just like my master, when he finally showed his head. So, my master and Lord Varcus made me compare the flavors of Jagali dishes... well, the results are as you can imagine."

"Is it a victory for Varcus? But, Jagal, then there's no vanilla, is there?

"Back then, the Count of Turan had already cowed the distribution of ingredients, so Lord Varcus was in a situation where he could hardly handle herbs either. I guess that's why you wanted to sell your own arm to the Count."

As he narrowed his eyes to nostalgic for the old days, Bozzle overlapped words that way.

"Still, I could cut my money and buy some vanilla, and I seemed to be trained independently. Even a vanilla-free Jagal dish was brilliant. … so that after beating our master to pieces without skin, he could become a cook in the hands of Count Turan"

"I see. So, did Bozzle switch masters?... Oh, nothing, I'm not blaming you, am I?

"Fine. Fine. It doesn't make any difference that I was unfaithful. But I couldn't help but fall in love with Lord Varcus' arms."

That said, the bozzle gave him a lavish laugh.

"But that's a nostalgic story. How did you all of a sudden start talking like this?

"Why, because I've never had a chance to ask before.... Is Bozzle going to go home to Jagal someday?

"Well, I'm not going to nod my bones in the west. But Lord Varcus has no idea what he's capable of, so after a few years, he can't learn anything at all."

That's true, I guess you're right. Because he was so much a cook, Roy asked Varcus to disciple him.

"So, what about Siri-Low? He was originally a good lady, wasn't he?

"Yeah? If you want to hear about Siri-Low, why don't you ask him in person"

"... do you think he'll let me talk like that?

"If he doesn't want me to hear it, I can't talk about it in a way."

After laughing for a moment, Bozzle looked behind Siri-Low, who was simmering the pan in a distant kamado. He wears a cloth headscarf from his head softly because he is working on using fire.

"Well then, to the extent that Siri-Low doesn't piss me off... even if I say fine this lady, Siri-Low is out of the old house. You know Roy, right?

"Yeah. The descendant of a free-flowing people is the one, right? I don't really know why that's so appreciated."

"Originally, this land was the territory of a free-flowing people, wasn't it? Instead of taking that to the Marquis de Genos, I'm guessing you're talking about being given that status. Well, I've just been talking to Little Ear the last few years."

Bozzle smiled and told me so.

"It's just that the households weren't so wealthy, even if they were well off, and they originally cooked at their own homes, too, Siri-Low said. So, the Lowe family is going to dine with the nobles of Genos... so I hear you had a tour with Lord Varcus."

"You weren't even trying to be a cook, but were you supposed to be intoxicated by Varcus until then?

"Oh. If you say it bard style, is it the one who meets destiny? As for apprenticeships, they seem to have had quite a bit of fun with their parents, but at the end of the day, Siri-Law has annoyed them."

"It's more surprising than that that that Varcus admitted you to discipleship. 'Cause you were just cooking your family's food at home, wasn't that right, young lady?

"That's what geniuses are for. Of course, I'm the best disciple, Lord Tartumai, because in a couple of years, we're going to be outrun by Siri-Low."

Siri-Low is eighteen, so if he was two or three years old, he'd be fifteen or six. It wouldn't be a bit unusual for such a little girl to be recognized for her arm by Varkas, who had already become the embracing cook of the Count Turan family.

"Um, Tartumai or something, were you a disciple for ten years now?

"Oh. But I wonder if Lord Turtumai has found more viability in supporting Lord Varcus than in standing up for himself. With that guy's arm, you can always open your own shop."

"That would be the same for Bozzle and Siri-Low. Still my little girl, Siri-Low, anyway, why doesn't Bozzle try to have his own store?

"That's just what I said. I'm still learning, so I don't feel like leaving Lord Varcus."

Roy let him breathe as he wiped the washed dish with a woven cloth.

"I don't know, that's a big story. I get a little nervous that I won't be able to leave Varcus."

"Huh. Then it's time to refine. Well, Roy and Siri-Low are young, so they'll swallow faster than I do."

That being said, Bozzle has brought his beard face closer together.

"So, what about you?

"What? What?

"So with what heart did you wish to disciple Lord Varcus? I didn't even try to get closer to us when I was looking after Count Turan's house."

"That's because... I felt like I was going to take the chef's seat someday. I didn't feel comfortable with them."

"Heh, you were going to overthrow Lord Varcus! He's got a lot of feelings!

"Oh, don't be too loud. Siri-Low's watching, isn't he? I've only had about a taste of Vulcan cuisine in those days, so I just thought about it."

"Yeah. But what kind of change of heart was it to wish someone like that to be an apprentice? Roy came all the way out here to eat the Silver Star Hall dish and wished for a disciple on top of that."

"That's why... well, it's a long story to tell."

When Roy answered that, Bozzle smiled a lot.

"If it's a long story, you can't just stand there and let it go. Here's one thing. Why don't you turn your back on the tavern?"

"Yeah? Tomorrow. 'Cause it's a planting job first thing in the morning, right?

"Dining outside is also a fine training.... Hey, Siri-Low, there's a welcome party, why don't you and Roy go to dinner today?

Siri-Low, wearing a headscarf, has turned a resolute eye to that hole.

"Fine. For once I thought I should sit back and talk to you."

"That's settled. Don't worry, I'll take the payment."

Finally, it is the fortitude and ease of Jagali's people. But he couldn't even blame the invitation from his brother, and Roy had to respond to the sighs "ha".

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In Silver Star Hall, work is done almost every day until late. Guests are invited once every few days, but with their planting and cooking training, they will stay in the kitchen from morning to evening.

Therefore, when the three of them left Silver Star Hall, the outside world was full of sunset. The number of humans walking in the streets is also sparse, and the flames of pompous and lanterns are just shaking in the distance. If you are a person early in the night, you will fit in when you are already sleeping well.

"Well, let's go"

Light a lantern enclosed with shim's vitreous, and the bozzle cuts the lead and starts walking. Roy still hadn't been able to dispel his hesitation as he followed him alongside Siri-Low.

"I don't mind if I come through, but you two live in it, right? Isn't it ridiculous to go out on purpose to eat?

"Instead of being stupid, I can't wait to have fun. Because most of the time we get hungry because of the taste of our dishes, eating out is a rarity in itself."

"... Aren't you hungry today?

"I've added and subtracted it in preparation for eating out, so I'm still going to get a belly buzz."

As Roy was chewing his sigh to death, Siri-Low, who was walking next door, glistened sideways.

"You're having a bad time forever. Doesn't it bother you to act with us so much?

"That's not true, though. I'm just worried about tomorrow."

The house of Varcus - or Siri-Low, who lives on the second floor of Silver Star Hall, however early in the morning, is already at work if you take the stairs, so I don't know if they have that much difficulty. But Roy, who goes by from his house, has to start disciplining himself before the sun rises every morning.

"The fact that there are up to three disciples is probably because of the number of rooms. But still, Roy, who won the disciple's seat, is a big deal."

"Hmm. You've been following us for almost a year, so it's natural for your arms to rise"

"Oh, no, it was Siri-Low who took the best care of me. You were so happy when Roy's apprenticeship was granted, weren't you?

"Oh, that... you just couldn't allow me to steal confectionery making moves from you and expose you to all sorts of consequences!

Siri-Low was blushing and scowling at Bozzle's successful back.

With his head on, Roy bites off his sigh again.

"Hey, if you make too much noise, they're gonna call a guard, right? It's not strange for the world to sleep anymore."

"Wow, I know! What is it, like some other HR!

"It's not me who's making a scene."

So walking for about a quarter of an hour, Bozzle finally stopped his leg.

"Oh, here it is, here it is. It was dark, so it was almost too far down the street."

It was a much smaller brick building, and the sign was carved "Liou's Wingspan Pavilion".

"Uh, was Liou a rare bird in Jagal?

"Oh. It's pretty good here, serving delicious Jagal food."

Siri-Low had a very good view of the building.

"I'm sure there's no mistake in what Bozzle says, but you've never heard of a restaurant like this before."

"It's not a restaurant, it's a tavern. There won't be a restaurant that puts new customers to such a limit."

When the bozzle put out the lantern fire, it pulled open its door without fear.

Really, human stiffness and a variety of fragrances come back. That's just selling Jagal dishes, with strong aromas of tau oil and kel roots.

"My husband here was tracking down other cooks' twats and buying Jagal ingredients from Count Turan's house. So, I've been able to cook quite a bit for a long time."

The store, not even large, was packed tightly with customers. Around half of them were busier than the number because they were people of the south.

Siri-Low, barely pressured by the momentum, hides himself softly on Roy's back. As far as I could see, there was no such thing as a young daughter on the spot.

"... This is a castle town, so I don't think there's any rough guys?

"Well, I know that."

and so on, but not away from Roy's back. It is Siri-Low. Seeing that look, Bozzle laughed delightfully.

"Somehow, don't remind me of the feast by the woods. If I get a chance, I want you to invite me to the woods again."

Talking about that, an elderly woman with a basin up approached.

"Welcome. Are you three? There's only one seat in the back."

"Well, let's interrupt. I'm sorry about the big figure."

"Terrible. Come on, go ahead."

Walk into the back of the store between the drunkards. The suggestion was that Siri-Low was clutching the fabric on Roy's back.

(Well, if you were this young lady, then naturally you don't like this kind of noise)

Of course, Roy and I have never been in or out of a tavern like this, but the customer base is either the people of the castle town or the luxury merchant who won the pass. No matter how busy, there shouldn't have been any human beings that would pose a danger to the Roys.

The empty table was seated for four, so the large bozzle of the body occupies one side of it, and Roy sits alongside Siri-Low. There was a seat in the corner between the walls, so Siri-Low seemed relieved as well.

"I'll have Nyatta's sparkling liquor. What are you two gonna do?

"I'll split the white fruit liquor with the juice of the seal."

"Wow, that's what I'm asking you to do."

"I'd like something to pinch the dish properly. Of course, with Jagal food."

"Yes, I did. Please wait a moment."

Once the woman who pulled in comes back with the liquor cup in the basin. Wooden, small barrel-shaped liquor cups, only the handles and edges are made of metal. It is a less familiar construction, so I'm sure it's Jagal style. Bozzle smiled and grabbed the glass.

"Later then, celebrate Roy's apprenticeship! Bless Selva and Jagal!

"Bless you," he repeated, letting Roy and Siri-Low lift the glass as well.

When I put my mouth on it, I can feel the flavor of Kerr's roots even though I haven't even ordered it. It was the first time that Kerr's roots had been added to Mammalia's fruit liquor, but it had shown reasonably good harmony.

"Well, then let me ask you something. What kind of change of heart did Roy have and he was to be apprenticed to Lord Varcus?

"Huh? What are you talking about? Aren't you going to teach Roy how to be a cook?

The bozzle shows white teeth to Siri-Low, who frowns at the shavings.

"You need to know Roy's mood for that first, right? How did Roy get to wish for discipleship in Count Turan's mansion, where he saw us as his enemies?

"Nothing, I didn't do it to my eyeballs. I was a worldless kid, so I was afraid I'd try Varcus."

"So where did you get to know the world?

Bozzle really didn't seem to abandon the story.

Roy sips another mouthful of flavored fruit liquor with Kerr's root and seal juice, then confesses without hesitation.

"The first one to beat me was that Asta one. You know that, right? When he was exposed to the princess, I was the one taking care of him."

"Hmm. Lord Asta. Does that mean Lord Asta, who is younger than himself, was beaten to death for having so much skill?

"Age sounds like an aside. When I say that, even Siri-Low is young."

"I see. My skill means I can't beat you."

"You didn't say that to anyone. The first time I talked about what you made, I was gonna get beat up."

Siri-Low was blushing in the way he was poked at the impression.

"Ko, aren't you saying things that aren't even in your mind? I have no respect for what you say or do."

"I don't like putting that on the table, so give me a break. In my heart, I always thought it was a big one."

The booze momentum and the air on the spot made Roy overlap words that way, too.

Siri-Low carries the liquor cup to his mouth so as to hide his reddened face.

"I just think I was beaten up by Asta because I came from more than I was old. If it's true, you can't even go into a castle town. How could a lowlife have such great arms... I guess that's how I thought about it."

"Hmm. But Lord Asta was an emigrant. From what I hear, the ingredients were a lot more abundant in Lord Asta's hometown, and they seemed cheap... so I guess I got to build up my training and wear all those arms"

After stating so, Bozzle raised his glass and said "another drink". Before the food even arrived, they drank out the first cup.

"But Lord Asta is very special. Has the mere presence of Lord Asta defeated Roy?

"No, the problem must be afterwards. Asta's shaken mood led me to the next one."

And it was the women by the woods, and Mim, Michelle's daughter, who pursued them.

"Asta was just a little handy, and my daughters by the woods were able to cook a lot like that. And Michelle was kicked out of Castle Town, and she was raising her daughter to be such a fine cook... so my confidence was turned into dust."

"Hmm. But I wonder if your daughters by the woods could have worn all those arms because they were working on cooking with that much enthusiasm, too"

"That's it. I think I got beat up by that enthusiasm. I've always been so clever and so capable of doing anything... that I think I made a fool out of myself of people who stripped me of my passion that way."

Behind Roy's brain, Rayna-Lew's appearance came to mind.

Um, the bright, shiny blue eyes didn't stop rocking Roy's heart with every single thing. I can't forget the enthusiastic glance of wanting to make delicious dishes.

"I met Michelle's daughter in Accommodation Town and she beat me to it. Still, I wondered what the fuck I was doing, studying alone... but I couldn't make it, so I already went to the Asta's stall. So, for the first time, I ate my daughters' dishes by the woods... and by the time I was completely skinned, they were going to crush my confidence."

"You've said that before, haven't you?... Does that woodland daughter mean Raina-Lou?

"Hmm? Well, yeah, but you get it"

"... because don't you always follow that girl with your eyes"

Siri-Low says so with a tight eye. Roy let the fruit liquor shine on his face.

"Forget the rhetoric. Besides, you said that the dish I was beaten up on was made with Sheila-Lou. Those two are the ones who broke my confidence. Michelle's daughter's cooking filled her with cracks, so she dusted her head off."

"Right. Roy worked in the same shop as Lord Michelle. Is that why you're so thoughtful?"

Roy shakes his head with a "no" as the bozzle comes to his mouth.

"I'm not in a position to say that. I... I chose to work at Count Turan's house knowing that Michelle was badly impressed."

On Roy's chest, a dull pain ran through.

To mislead it, Roy pours fruit liquor into his throat again.

"... you know, this isn't even funny, is it? It's going to get wet. Why don't you stop now?

"No, I'm so funny. I'd love to hear more about it."

"Yes, I am also listening with interest"

Siri-Low, who blushed with alcohol rather than shame, keeps his body much closer.

"So how did you end up knocking on the Silver Star Hall gate? If Asta or Mime or your daughters by the woods beat you up, shouldn't you have gone down to your camp?

"What's a faction? Varcus isn't fighting the Astas, is he?

"But Varcus called Asta and Michelle his favorite enemies. If you want to compete with your enemies, isn't that the same battle?"

Momentum said, then Siri-Low lowered his brow slightly.

"... of course I don't consider them enemies either. But your actions seem puzzling, so I'd like an explanation."

"It's nothing like that. It's not a big deal. I just thought all I needed right now was the power of Varcus. To make sure, I knocked on the Silver Star Gate."

Remembering the time, Roy made me try to answer that way.

Roy, searching for the location of Varcus, made an appointment with Silver Star Hall as a single guest, and so he mouthed the Varcus dish - and was convinced that he had made the right decision.

"I respected Michelle, but I knew it was too different. If I were to be Michelle's apprentice, I would have had to throw away everything I've learned so far. At least more, I mean the axis in me, unless I firmly cemented something like that, I thought it wouldn't make sense to be Michelle's apprentice."

"So, are you... if you learn technology under Varcus, now you're looking to be a disciple to Michele?

A new flame burns up in the eyes of Siri-Low, who was about to settle down, glinting Roy from close quarters. Unexpectedly glancing, Roy made me answer, "No, you idiot".

"No matter how much, can you do such an injustice? Besides, I told you earlier. I worked at Count Turan's house, and I can't possibly be a disciple to Michelle."

"So that's not all, you mean you wished Varcus to be an apprentice?

"So, no. All I needed was the power of Varcus. That's what I thought."

Still, Siri-Low kept his face close as Guru did, so Roy also had to overlap words.

"Sure, I respected Michelle more than anyone else. The best thing I've ever thought was Michelle's cooking. But even I... I didn't want to deny what I did. That's why I wanted to be the best cook I could be."

"And how does Varcus get involved?

"Whatever it takes to get involved, it's that guy who's at the end of the flavor I'm after. I learned all the moves he had... and I wanted to see more of them."

"Ahead?," Siri-Low narrows his eyes to the urchin.

"Oh," Roy nodded.

"You said it was about five years ago that Varcus and Michelle found out about you. Varcus is younger than Michelle, but still should have been about 35. By then, they would have called me the three main cooks, so I guess my axis had to be completely solidified."

"... that's what it is?

"Varcus was already finished, so he couldn't incorporate Michelle's moves and philosophy. But I still know both Michelle and Varcus from such a young creation. I was wondering if I could accomplish what Varcus couldn't do... that's what I thought."

Roy smiles so bitterly as he looks back at Siri-Low's imminent eyes.

"Of course, it's only recently that I've been able to muscle and think like that. First of all, I want to be a cook like Varcus. And on top of that, I want to accomplish something that Varcus couldn't even do."

"... how dare you slap that big mouth when you are finally admitted to discipleship"

"Oh. If I offended you, I apologize."

"Hmm!" he snorted grandly, then Siri-Low finally pulled himself back.

"It would be natural to wish to go beyond the master. So no temper, no apprentice, etc."

"Huh. Lord Tartumai may not think that way, but he's older than Lord Varcus."

Bozzle was laughing lavishly, hoping for a third glass of booze.

"But you know how Roy feels so painfully. Not only Roy, but also Siri-Low, Lord Asta and Miss Mime, were still so young that they could know both Lord Varcus and Lord Michel. I guess we're talking about how much property it is."

That said, the bozzle shows more white teeth.

"And even me, I'm getting old compared to the Roys, but I'm just a little past 30. It's not like I don't have the dream of surpassing Lord Varcus. I'm guessing we're in a position to cut the path that our great forefathers cut us further ahead."

"We're not even at Vulcan's feet yet."

"Oh, not yet."

"Yes, not yet."

Siri-Low has turned toward Roy.

"Say, we are at the foot of the mountain, and Vulcus is at the top of the mountain. The only way to fly over the summit and fly through the sky is to continue your bloody training."

"Oh, yeah, I think so."

"… then first you should learn from your mind. There is not too much attitude toward Vulcus, nor toward us, our brothers and sisters"

"That's where we're going back to."

When Roy laughed bitterly, a servant woman approached him with a large basin in her hand.

"Thank you for waiting. It's a jagal-style stewed dish and a kiln roasted caron breast. Besides, it's a replacement for sparkling wine."

"Oh, thank you. This guy looks delicious."

On the table, dishes and drinks line up. The intense aroma of tau oil tickled my nose comfortably.

"Come on, let's have this guy and enjoy the rest of the conversation. It's gonna be a long night."

"Give me a break," Roy was also feeling strangely floated.

The presence of Bozzle and Siri-Low is felt much closer than ever before. Roy, I think, has never been asked how they feel about being by Varcus.

(I'm heartbroken by Varcus. I didn't know even Siri-Low was thinking of going beyond his master.... well, is that the obvious story)

Siri-Low seemed to have an awesome liquor spin, but still looks at the dishes on the table with a serious eye. I don't feel like enjoying cooking, etc., I guess I'm only thinking about the ingredients for my studies. The hiccups were felt very favorable, although the mindset did not seem entirely correct.

"What's wrong with staring at the side of Siri-Low with such seriousness? Did you get hit by the color of your liquor-stained face?

When Bozzle said something bad about people, Siri-Low had turned his face red and scowled at Roy.

"Hey, what are you talking about! If you're thinking of something nasty, I won't forgive you!

"It's not me you said, it's the bozzle. Why should I be yelled at?"

"Ugh, shut up! Already!"

Siri-Low turns that way as he turns red to his neck instead of his face.

While feeling more familiar with such tricks than usual, Roy decided to try the bozzle-recommended Jagal dish.