682 Friendly Meals ④ - Next Event

"Oh, thank you, Asta to Varcus. Today's cuisine was excellent."

When we entered the room after the meeting of your loved ones, Malstein first raised his voice to Eagle Deep.

The total number of members of the meeting is nine. Tarufelmes and Aug, diplomats of the Wang capital; Taru Polearth, assistant mediator; Dari-Sauti and Gazran-Rutim, representatives of the people by the woods; and the face of the Marquis of Genos - Malstein, Melfried, Eurifia, Odifia. The gemd young martial officer is not included in the membership and is still holding back behind his husband today.

In contrast, this is five. It's me and Ai-Fa, Tour-Din and Limi-Luu, and Varcus. Tour-Din and Rimi-Lou decided to be accompanied as the persons responsible for the confectionery.

"Let's start with a mix of pastime answers. Lord Fermes judged the dish served later and Lord Aug judged the dish served earlier to be at Asta's disposal."

Malstein overlaps words with a glass of vitreous poured with fruit liquor.

I heard my food would be served later, so when I told him that, Aug opened his eyes and said, "Oh, my God."

"Was Lord Fermes more right... this surprised me not to say goodbye"

"Really? How did Lord Aug know that the dishes served earlier belonged to Asta?

Fermes, who is as slight as a girl today, throws his voice with a smile. Aug answered, staring at us.

"That's because the dishes served earlier had a truly incredible taste. People who cook such incredible dishes do so in Wang Du."

"I see. I guess that makes sense, too.... but I thought that was from a skilled cook. Leaving aside the point of which is tastier, I think the dishes served later seem more familiar to Asta, who is still young"

"Uhm... But when it came to the last treat, it must have been a story about a toddler by the woods. What if both your names are the young cooks?

Asked by Aug, Limi-Lu lowered his head a bit.

"Yes! I'm Limi-Luu, the youngest sister of Luu's house!

"Wow, I am a family member of Din's house, my name is Tour-Din"

"This is how my young daughters make such a fine treat… for me, that is the most amazing surprise."

The org deepens the wrinkles between his brows and arms together. Fermes smiled gracefully as he saw such an aide.

"I heard that Lord Dreg and Lord Ruid were caught in the same surprise as Lord Aug.... And you were talking about Princess Odifia buying out sweets once a few days when it comes to you named Tour-Din. If you have that kind of arm, that's a very convincing story."

Odifia, whose name was given, is softly slumping herself as she stares at Tour-Din from earlier. Were it not for the eyes of the people of the king's capital, it would have been a good sign to rush over here.

"Whatever it was, it was both excellent food. It's not just delicious, it's full of different surprises, so much so that you don't even know how many sighs you've spilled.... Asta of Fa's house and Varcus of Silver Star Hall, thank you very much."

To Fermes' thankful words, it was time for me and Varcus to bow their heads.

The interior feels really relaxed. Both Gazran-Rutim and Dari-Sauti smile as usual, and Polearth and others are full of laughter. Only Mel Fried had a cold, faceless look, but this Mistress wouldn't have to put it in the account because that's the specification. Malstein and Eurifia also look extremely satisfied.

"Besides, I didn't think I could mouth a fine fish dish by that time in Genos with no custom of eating fish dishes.... Again, did Asta wear that move in her hometown?

"Yes, my hometown was an island country, so fish dishes flourished"

"Excellent arrangement. Not only in Genos, but also in Selva, a cook as powerful as you will not be."

After stating so, Fermes chuckled.

"This could also be proof left that you came from outside the continent. If you're a cook like yourself, you'll get fame everywhere, so it's hard to fake your identity and spy."

"Lord Fermes, such a premature statement..."

"It's my personal feeling. I don't want to decide anything prematurely."

With a graceful voice reminiscent of the melodies of the cello, Fermes withdrew the condemnation of the org.

Even though her waist is so soft, she often whispers her opponent's words. What doesn't seem high-pressure is probably the benefit of a strange voice after all - but that was it, and I didn't even feel a little scared.

(I'm friendly with this one, so I haven't really bothered about it before...... if I have a disagreement with this guy, it's going to be a lot of trouble)

But I'm not even in such trouble at the moment. The desire was to maintain a friendly relationship as it was.

"Well, then I guess I'll ask Asta and the others to back off... before I do, should I tell them about the example?

And, Malstein threw those words at Dari-Sauti.

Dari-Sautti nods "um" and then turns back towards me.

"As a matter of fact, I was invited to another ball."

"Ball? Um, is it like when you're invited to Count Dalaim's house?

"Oh, yeah. Before I reply, I also have to discuss it with Donda-Lou and Graf-Zaza... if they want to invite me to deepen their rapport, I can't even say no"

I snuck up on the look of the straw eye-fa.

As expected, Ai-Fa is chewing up bitter bugs. For I-Fa, that's a less thankless offer.

"I'm going to choose here regarding the people who will be there, but they want Asta and Gazran-Rutim to be there. I want you to keep this in mind because I'm going to talk to Donda-Lou and the others tomorrow."

"Yes, I understand."

Of course, it must have been Fermes who wished it. It was also the will of Fermes that Gazran-Rutim was invited to this dinner party.

(You're obsessed with Gazran-Rutim as well as me. Well, I don't think I even know)

Its Gazran-Rutim stares at Fermes with an indelible face. How splendid would Gazran-Rutim look if he wrapped his castle town feast costume around him? That was a bit, I didn't even feel like I wanted to see it.

"Besides, Lord Fermes wants a masquerade, right? The forest folks won't be familiar with it, but it's quite a fun event."

To Polearth's words, I accidentally said, "Masquerade?" I question it.

"Is that possibly a ball that takes place concealing identity, identity, etc?

"Oh. Could it be that Asta ever attended a masquerade in her hometown?

Fermes has asked with pleasure, narrowing his eyes, so I rush to deny it.

"No, I just know it as knowledge. Even in my hometown, those things should have been held by the upperclassmen... and by the time I was born, I think that kind of learning was obsolete too"

"As long as it's a waste of time for such a fun event to go obsolete! I'd rather have a masquerade than a regular ball."

After stating so, Polearth smiled with a grin.

"Besides, it doesn't mean you do it in secret, does it? I decorate myself with thoughtful outfits, but I don't necessarily need a mask, and I can't hide my identity because I give you a name when I come in.... So that's okay, Lord Fermes?

"Yes. There is also a masquerade among the nobles of the King's capital, precisely aimed at concealing their identities and identities… it is a very partial, well-liked celebration. My aim is to deepen rapport with the Genos, so it doesn't make sense to hide my identity."

So is it like a costume party, enjoying a somewhat different costume than usual?

Well, whatever it is, I just follow the words of my parents and my chiefs. It would have been fortunate if the rapprochement with the Fermes had been deepened.

"Of course, the costumes of the people by the woods will be received by the Count Dalaim family! If I hear this, my mother, there's no way you're keeping your mouth shut!

"Littier is a very skilled tailor. I'm so excited to see what costumes will be ready."

Both Polearths and Euriphia look wholeheartedly pleasant.

And Eurifia's eyes were pointed at this way all the time.

"So I guess we'll be able to decide from now on if the folks from the woods are going to be there... if we decide to be there, why don't we invite Tour-Din too?

"What! Wow, me?

"Yeah, that's right. We've talked about inviting you to a feast before, haven't we? I can't wait to hear about Odifia anymore."

That's why Odifia was twitching.

A grey eye, just like his father's, is still staring at Tour-Din. Tour-Din was comparing the mother and daughter of the Marquis, in a pitiful manner.

"... but it was the sheikhs and the people of Fa's house who attended the last ball. If you're a forest folk, you don't have to talk about it."

When Melfried raised her voice, Eurifia lowered her mouth "Oh".

"But even Tour-Din is a family member of the chieftaincy muscle, right? Gazran-Rutim is in the same position, so maybe nothing's changed?

"... Rutim's house is the family of Ruu and the most family, and Gazran-Rutim is the head of the house. Though in the same position"

"You say hard things. If Odifia cried, would you give up?

When did it happen, Odifia's gaze had been transferred from Tour-Din to Melfried.

Remaining as faceless as a French doll, Odifia stares at her father still. Whatever emotion he read into those gray eyes, Melfried laid his hands on his beloved daughter's head with a small breath.

"Odifia's wishes have already been told, so it's the Forestside Chiefs who decide the rest. You know that, right?

"Yeah."

"Fine," he said, gently stroking Odifia's head, then Melfried lowered his hand.

I am more of an unreadable Melfried inside than my daughter, but I felt how gracious and loving the deed was.

"... so even if the Forestside people's attendance is decided, how long will it take to prepare the costume? In the meantime, I'd like to invite you to the woods too."

That's what Fermes said, so I thought, "Huh?" I raised my voice.

But I guess Dari-Sauti and the others had already heard the story. He has a calm face and watches over Fermes.

"Nothing, I'm not saying open a welcome feast. I just want to see with this eye what kind of place and life people live by the woods. … of course, don't worry, we won't hand over dozens of martial arts officers in the name of auditing"

I suppose that's saying one thing before, that the Dougs were turned over to the Lew family. That was nothing more than a Tal-on ploy, too, so the Aug had a lot of bitter faces.

"Please note that this is also a way to make a definite bond with you. … and don't leave the red people of Morga alone."

"What? Aren't the people of the West forbidden to interact with the Red People?

When Ey-Fa spoke sharply, Hazel Eye of Fermes was pointed at you.

"You are the people of the west, aren't you? What is forbidden to the people of the west is to step into the sanctuary of the Great God, and no forbidden or otherwise is made with regard to the people who have left the sanctuary. If you were not allowed to speak with a people who had left the sanctuary, you would not have been allowed to keep your daughters."

"I guess that's..."

"It is a wise decision that Marquis Genos forbade contact between the Red People and the inhabitants of the town. People living in the vicinity of the sanctuary will need to be as careful as that."

I softly whispered Ey-Fa's words, and Fermes said so.

"But don't worry, I once negotiated literature on the people of the sanctuary. I do not form friendships with the people of the sanctuary, I do not invite unnecessary indulgence, I just want to observe. … for Asta's sake, this is a necessary measure."

"... for Asta?

"Yeah. More importantly, if you report a story about a sanctuary people living in the house where Asta lives, etc., you'll be explored again for a painless belly. Asta wants me to figure out the right facts before she brings up ridiculous stories about the people of the sanctuary…"

Ey-Fa shrugged his head in disgrace.

"I mean... you want to visit Fa's house too"

"Yes, even without one of the sanctuary's people, it was incorporated into the plans. Of course you can't not not not inspect the houses of the chieftaincy muscles with the houses of the fa. Thank you for your patience."

"Of course, I'll accompany Mel Fried as a bearer at that time."

In a calm tone, Malstein also adds words. I guess this is also after what has already been discussed, as there has been no change in how Gazran-Rutim and Dari-Sauti are doing.

For the invitation to the masquerade, the visit to the forestside settlement and Fermes are so aggressive, trying to engage with the forestside people. It seemed to me that if there was no such thing as inferiority there, we would have to raise our hands and accept it.

(I want you to know more about the people by the woods... that's what I was hoping for, because we're the ones)

When I was thinking that way, Malstein said, "Well."

"That's not to say, one more thing.... Varcus, at the masquerade I just spoke to, I'm trying to ask them to prepare a feast dish, can you accept that?

"Is… is this a request for a feast dish"

"Mm-hmm. I hear more talk of neglecting the work of feast cooking. If you put it that way, you wouldn't want to be able to arrange your dishes on the same table as cooks you don't approve of."

Marstein further says as Varcus searches for words with a blurry face.

"But this time the feast intends to invite at least a hundred human beings. It is difficult for them and their disciples alone to prepare so many feast dishes. Asta is the only one who can cook live fish in this Genos, and Asta is an invitee to the feast. I would like you to acknowledge that in order to establish a definitive bond between the King's capital and Genos."

If the Lord of Genos asked me to be so clear, I don't suppose that Vulcan just as well would be able to be rhetorical. Varcus took a sneak breath before finally thanking him.

"Accepted. Please let us know when the day is decided."

"Mm-hmm. I'm going to ask the Lew family for the same job. Now if you entertain us with fish and giva dishes, I'd appreciate it."

Malstein has looked around at us, smiling gracefully.

"Now let's ask all the cooks to step back. We'll have the reward delivered later, so we can finish our meal."

"Excuse me," we excused ourselves from the dining room.

I whisper to Varcus as I walk down the corridor guided by my lowest surname.

"Varcus neglected his feast cooking job, didn't he? But I envy Rayna-Lew, who can keep the cook on the same day again."

"Right. I would also like to encourage Lord Asta to mouth his dishes again."

Ever since I mentioned it that way, Varcus has blurted back at me.

"Anyway, this time the people of the King's Capital seem to be very friendly. I am relieved that Lord Asta and others will not be prohibited from entering or leaving the castle."

"Yes, at this rate, I would like to make a definite bond with the people of the King's capital."

"Nevertheless, please. I thought that if I had to, I would have to go to the lodging town and the woodland settlements myself… Then I would have to eat food with a sore nose and throat, so I would still like the Asta lords to come to the castle in the future."

I accidentally screwed up.

"Was Vulcus even thinking about that?

"Naturally. We can't afford to lose sight of Lord Asta's cooking."

Now he never smiled, and Varcus spoke with no expression.

But there's nowhere to turn that word into gratitude. With all due respect, I decided to laugh at Varcus.

"Thank you. Thank you for your continued support."

"I feel like we've had as much interaction as we did earlier...... thank you very much"

After stating it that way, Varcus quickened his gait on the fence.

"Now let's hurry to the room as much as we just did. Now you're gonna let me taste the Giva dish, right?

"Yes. You don't have to hurry, people shouldn't start eating first, right?

"The others have nothing to do with it. I would like to speak of Giva cuisine as soon as possible."

Varcus was just a momentum to outrun the guide's lowest name.

Looking at its back, Ai-Fa is sighing.

"You looked a lot like a human being, but you're back to normal. Is that all he's got on his head about cooking?

"Haha. It's the same thing with me."

When I answered that way, Ai-Fa stared at me with a slightly unusual eye.

"... well, are you only thinking about cooking?

That was kind of a sweet look on the part of the child to the parents.

I feel my heart beat faster and I say, "No."

"About the food, maybe half. I'll leave the other half to you."

"Well," he said, and Ai-Fa smiled.

After all, Ai-Fa may be emotionally unstable.

But the words and deeds of such an eye-fa never ceased to inspire so much love.

(It's all right. Whatever nature Fermes concealed, let him get over it as he has always been)

With that in mind, I made Ai-Fa laugh.