658 One day we'll go to the endless sky (inside)

The next morning, when Roy stepped into the "Silver Star Hall" cook, all he had was a bozzle figure there.

"Good day. I didn't seem to oversleep, above all."

"Yeah. My kind mother woke me up. Thanks to you, I'm completely sleepless."

"Well, which night is it? You're exaggerating. When I was about Roy, I was on my way to work without sleeping."

Laughing cheerfully, the bozzle is cleaning up on the workbench. Roy looked around as he got to the same job.

"That's a lot quieter. Maybe the Vulcas haven't come down yet?

"Oh. Looks like it was over there, stuck in the basement pantry late at night. When we got back from the tavern, the lights were still on the cook."

While I was stuck in the pantry, I guess I was working on prototyping and research by coming up with some sort of cooking proposal. It was Roy, who had not yet been apprenticed, but such stories had been heard many times before.

(Then you're talking about having us present, too. Damn, he's an unfriendly master.)

Nevertheless, yesterday's act at the liquor store was supposed to be quite difficult for Roy as well. The look of the bozzle cleaning around the nose sounds more preferable and reliable than ever. It was an extremely fresh feeling for Roy, who had not decided to get along with his work colleagues.

So finally, the entrance door opens.

but it was Siri-Low who showed up. He has a sloppy face and is "uh-huh."

"I'm sorry it's late...... are those Vulcas still here?

"Oh. It's rare today, he's enjoying his morning sleep. Siri-Low seems a lot crusher."

"I still have a little bit of yesterday's booze left... uhh, the back of my eyes is tiny"

Bozzle laughs delightfully at Siri-Low, who temples with both hands.

"Sure, because I've never seen Siri-Low so intoxicated. Didn't you drink as much as I did?

"No way. If you drink half the bozzle, your stomach will burst.... You just don't remember walking back home..."

"Well, you're not walking, so naturally. Siri-Low fell asleep on the way, so Roy was in charge of bringing him here."

"Yes!," shouted Siri-Low, turning his face bright red.

And then I get a confused look at Roy.

"Oh, is that a true story? You're not kidding me, are you?

"Unfortunately, it's a true story. I couldn't have left my dear brother behind."

"So why are you squeaking out? If you're working hard, you should ask Bozzle for the part, right?

"Bozzle was drunk, too. I thought if I fell along the way, you'd be crushed, so I decided to squeeze out unwillingly."

Siri-Low eventually dropped his shoulder, as he had noticed, after becoming "ugly".

"That's been a huge inconvenience...... I will withdraw as much rambling as I just did"

"Nothing's fine. It's hard to get back at you when you're nasty."

"Ah, ah, you, after all, lack respect for your brothers!

Where Siri-Low crooked as such, the door opened again. Now it is the advent of Varcus and Turtumai.

"Oh, good morning, Varcus. I apologize for the noise."

"Good morning. Everyone seems to be gathering."

Varcus walked up to the center of the cook with a bump. Turtumai follows like a shadow. It was more about the nighttime than the Roys, but they were both as expressionless as usual.

"Please wait while we finish cleaning soon. You were due at the Count Saturas' house today after you finished your manipulation."

When Bozzle smiled and spoke that way, Varcus shook his head "no".

"I'd like to reschedule that. Go out to the House of the Earl of Saturas with the three of you."

"Huh? But this time, Lord Varcus took the job, didn't he? Didn't you say you couldn't say no this time because you left it to Siri-Low last time"

"Tell me that I have fallen ill, and therefore cannot go out. I've got a letter for you too, so I'm asking you to give it to me too."

To Vulcus' words, Siri-Low jumped up.

"Vulcus, have you fallen ill? What the hell is wrong with you?

"It's not bad anywhere. Being ill is a lie."

Varcus said so in the usual blurry tone.

And I'm going to turn those green eyes towards Roy.

"Your work in the Count Saturas family is at your disposal. I'll nominate Roy for the name, so follow all his instructions."

"Huh?" Roy screamed unexpectedly.

"Wait a minute, please. Why do I have to represent Varcus when I'm the newest guy? Or is it weird to say no to a job because of a pseudo-morbidity?

"Yes, but I wanted to measure your strength once."

Only pale, Vulcus overlapped words that way.

"If I can do my job safely on my behalf, I will continue to treat you as a disciple. But if it seems to buy your misfortunes… then look for another master"

Roy, you're going to lose your word.

Then Siri-Low advances with a tough face.

"Please wait, Varcus. Why do you say that? The phrase seems too illogical."

"I guess so. I'm not much of a man of reason."

Nor did he look like he felt Siri-Low's words, and Varcus breathes.

"I have recognized the power of Roy. I guess he's equipped with a definite sense of talent as a cook. that he will not even pull my legs when it comes to cooking"

"Then why -!"

"Talking to him is tiring. I only want to think about cooking in this kitchen. He saw it as something that wandered."

Siri-Low, too, was to lose his word.

Varcus goes over words in spite of that.

"So I was thinking of giving him some free time with this day… Tartumai praised me. So, just one more time, I thought I'd give him a chance."

"… so, you mean this?"

When Roy finally got me back, in retrospect, Varcus nodded yes.

"The terms, as I just mentioned, are: If you get a reply from the Earls of Saturas that you were satisfied, we will make it your win."

"So, whenever I complain about you, this is how I get you to give me an arm test?

"No. Turtumai says we should face you properly and show you the right way. And it will do me good, too... and I wonder if so."

Varcus sighs unfortunately. Instead, Tartumai is faceless for the people of the east.

"It is unusual for Turtumai to insist on it that way, so I also decided to hear the word. But before that, I decided to give it another arm test. … of course, it's up to you to decide whether or not to take on this arm test"

"If you don't take it on, I'll be kicked out of this cook, right? Then we'll have to do it."

"Really? Okay, we're on it."

"Please wait!," Siri-Low turned again.

"Varcus, this modus operandi is too out of common sense. If Roy cooks bad food, the name of Varcus will be discredited, won't it?

"Well, what does that mean?

"If a disciple named after Varcus does not finish, it will be the responsibility of the master. It could also result in buying the wrath of the Count family people that Vulcus entrusted an important job to his immature new apprentice. Then the name of Varcus will fall to the earth."

"If my name falls to the earth, it will be restored with my power. Nothing to worry about."

Varcus said that lightly and has turned his attention to Roy again.

"So don't worry, encourage me to work. Allow Siri-Low and Bozzle to be accompanied as cooking assistants"

"Yes, I understand, Master. I'll do my best to keep sitting on your disciple's throne."

As for Roy, I just had to answer that way.

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"Damn, what is Varcus thinking!

Even on the way to Count Saturas' residence, Siri-Low was still angry.

It is in a tototos car picked up, given to me by the Earl's house. There were only three people in the car, so Siri-Low is angry at no one.

"Mostly, you're bad too, Roy! It's always against Varcus, so this is the kind of eye you get!

"Maybe so, but the freak's degree is up there, isn't it? I never dreamed I'd get hit like this."

Roy let him sigh, even deep in his seat.

The bozzle starts just now, and he's grinning sadly.

"Well, this happened. I just have to squeeze my strength. Like the dinner party the other day."

"It was just sweets then, but this time we have to prepare all six dishes, right? Moreover, the contents are the contents."

"Oh, Lord Varcus would have chosen such a job for an arms test."

It is not uncommon for Varcus to be thus invited to the noble mansion. Varcus wants to get his feet up to the well-equipped Silver Star Hall as much as possible, but he can't afford to ignore requests from nobles.

However, this time, it was not a normal request.

Ruidros, the lord of the Earl of Saturas, wanted Varcus to sift through the Giva cuisine.

"Rumor has it that the famous Vulcus has finally begun to cook Giva. I just got Gibba meat here, so I want to make sure that I enjoy the prosperity."

The Count, it seems, stated so.

Roy, for the first time in his hands, has to make dishes that satisfy the nobility.

"But Roy must be the one who's eaten the most Giva dishes of all of us. In doing so, there is no other way to capitalize on the experience."

"Yeah, of course I'm going to.... but I've never touched a finger of uncooked giva meat."

Giva meat can also be bought in Silver Star Hall. but Roy wasn't a formal apprentice at the time either, so he wasn't allowed to touch it.

"Anyway, hit it and smash it. It's also a seed I sprinkled myself, so I'll finish it myself."

After stating so, Roy compared the two of them.

"... but that requires both of you. Unless you're really sorry to get into this mess... please, help me."

"Absolutely. I'm not impressed with this."

"… to protect the name of Silver Star Hall, I have nothing else to die for."

That being said, Siri-Low has been staring straight at Roy.

"But all we can do is support your back. You have no choice but to pave your way, do you?

"Oh, I know.... I'm counting on you, Siri-Low?

With a slight dye of cheeks, Siri-Low turned away from his face, "Hmm.

In doing so, the car arrives at the Count Saturas residence. It is a mansion that was previously boarded alone with Siri-Low. It was then that Siri-Low was to take on the cooking number at the dinner of reconciliation between the people of the Counts and the people of the woods.

Just like that day, my last name shows up and leads Roy and the others to the bathroom. I gave the Vulcan writ to him first, so it would be fitting at some point when Ruidros was testing it.

As the cleansed Roys were guided to the cook, where they awaited Ruidros's reply, it was eventually conveyed from the mouth of his lowest surname.

"If you're sick, there's no way. I look forward to seeing how many Giva dishes Varcus' disciples can make. … that's what the Count said."

In the meantime, it did not appear that he would be expelled from the mansion on this occasion.

The owner of the Earl Saturas family has a very soft temper. Still, there is no mistake in being a fingerfolding aristocrat in Genos, so Varcus would not know so much about life to deceive such an opponent.

"Now, let me get to the cooking.... Ah, before that, will there be any changes to the guests who will be in the queue today, etc?

To Roy's question, his last name nodded yes.

I may think a lot in my chest as to why I ask such a thing, but of course I don't expose such an inner mind.

"Well, dinner will be six moments down, thank you."

The first name left the cook, and only three Roys were left on the spot.

Roy accidentally crushes "Damn you" while classifying the ingredients brought in for ease of use.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong with your face today?

"That's a lot. Before I got here, I had to check, but there was also a line of names for the Marquis' First Son and her son."

"Eurifia and is it Princess Odifia? And what's the problem... oh, is that so?"

"That's right. You can't give the same product to a visitor to Silver Star Hall six months ago, can you? Oh, I thought you wouldn't get lost in dedication."

Saying, Roy distracted his chest to inspire himself.

"It doesn't even start when you cry. What part of Giva meat is ready?

"You have one box of breasts and one foot. Both still seem to be left half in the box."

"Hmm. It's ten servings to prepare, so there's no shortage."

However, it is unacceptable to waste locally prepared ingredients in prototypes. Of course, it would be permissible to consume some of the ingredients in the name of taste, but it couldn't have been possible to throw the failures into scraps, like Varcus did.

(You can cook dishes that don't get complained about by nobles. No forgiveness, no mercy.)

With that in mind, Roy looked back at "OK" and Siri-Low.

"Then give me the box of foot meat over here. Let's start with the Giva meat."

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Then after a few moments, the three Roys were to be invited to the waiting meeting place of the nobles.

The number of guests is ten, with our Lord Ruidros sitting in the upper seat. There were several other faces lined up that I found out about.

"Thank you for waiting. I would like to express my sincere gratitude and apologies for this disrespectful gesture today."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I hear that each of the disciples of Varcus is powerful enough to have a store, so it will surely satisfy us"

Ruidros glanced at Siri-Low more as he twisted his conceited moustache.

"At a previous dinner party, your Siri-Low served you some brilliant gamma dishes. I felt satisfied with the guests by the woods at that time, and I stroked my chest."

"... Excessive words, thank you only"

"So I guess it was better to have Siri-Low's assistant at that time, uh... Roy and I did"

Roy nodded, "Yes," as he nodded his spine.

Luidros smiles gracefully, staring straight at Roy.

"I was terribly surprised to hear that it was in the name of Varcus. Back then, he wasn't officially apprenticed by Varcus."

"... Yes. It's for the left."

"But he made mahogany confectionery with Varcus and won the disciple's seat beautifully. It was a pleasant pastime."

Eurifia, the first lady of the Marquis, giggles by the time. That beloved daughter, who is as faceless as a doll, was still sitting in her seat today with an unfathomable face.

"I can't believe that in just half a month since then I've been able to give you the name of Varcus... does that mean that you're a good cook?

Roy got stuck in words.

Admitting that, you're going to insist that you're better than the Siri-Laws. but denying it seemed to me how such an immature person could be confused with acting on behalf of Varcus.

Seeing Roy's annoyance like that, Siri-Low speaks up "fearlessly".

"Sure, this Roy is an excellent cook, but he can't possibly do it, such as stand on us in just half a month. With all due respect, we also have the pride of learning under Varcus for many years."

"Oh, then how did he end up making a name for himself?

"That's because Roy has a deeper instinct for Giva cuisine than anyone else."

Eurifia smiled, "Oh."

"He was talking about spending time at Count Turan's residence with Asta, wasn't he? So, I guess that means I'm going to be more deeply involved with Giva cooking than anyone else?

"Yeah, you're right. He has been going to the stalls of the Inn Town for a long time, and in recent years he has visited forestside settlements with us. Much more Giva cuisine has been spoken of than Varcus himself."

That was just the old house maid, and Siri-Low was a grand one. So much so that I was once invited to this Eurifia to become a guest of the Tea Party.

Ruidros, who was listening to those interactions, was also finally convinced that "I see".

"That was the only thing that caught my mind about how to put Siri-Law or his other brother aside and the new apprentice would make a name for himself. Now I think I can finally enjoy the food without worrying."

"… Now let me serve you the dish"

In a mood to soak up cold sweat, Roy looked more like Siri-Low. I managed to convey my gratitude, but Siri-Low is carrying a plate of appetizers with an unfamiliar face. Instead, he was closing one eye so that Bozzle would encourage Roy.

(I got this far to eat. Grab the stone, but I'm gonna cut you through this arm test)

With that in mind, Roy looked around at the ten nobles who were on the spot.