909 New Ingredients ④ ~ Comfort ~

"Hey, good luck! You've had a really hard day!

Stepping into the dining room, the aristocrats who just met in the kitchen were sloppily lined up at the table.

Exactly, today, they couldn't prepare a Sim Stream table. Both Alvach and Nanaquem sit in splendid chairs. I only found tea utensils on the big table, so it looks like after all the plates of tasting have been cleaned up.

At the end of such a table, Gazran-Rutim secretly refrains. I'm not as fine as your people, but I have a totally unmistakable style and calm. As we stood in front of the table, Gazran-Rutim gently threw a smile at me silently.

"Lord Pratica's cuisine was excellent. Though I think the excellence of the ingredients delivered by Gerd was conveyed to me in sufficient... As for Lord Asta, how was it?

With a smile and a laugh, Polearth asks as such. You trust me that I will never complain in front of the Arvach and the others.

Also, as for my side, I didn't have to sin a lie.

"Yes, all of them are great ingredients and my arms as a cook will ring. I'm not looking forward to bringing it back to the woods to encourage research."

"Right or right. In Inn Town, people by the woods and Jan are a favor. I would like you to find delicious dishes and try to spread new ingredients."

Then Alvach spoke with a heavy voice.

"Accommodation town, ingredients, expected to be distributed, will it stand? Asta, opinions without taboos, I wish."

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with the quality of the ingredients themselves, so I wonder if it's about the price"

Alvach nodded one thing, poking his gaze at Polearth.

Polearths smiles with a sociable face.

"We're going to determine the price, but basically we're not expected to make a huge difference from ingredients we can buy from Jagal, etc. Then the inhabitants of the Innkeeper Town will never set foot."

"Right. transaction, if concluded, is a great joy"

Thus Arvach looked around at the nobles on the spot.

"We, Genos, can buy ingredients, great value, headlines. Mommalian liquor, fuwano, aria, tarapa, chacci, ghigo, tau oil, miso, kel root, braised fruit - all great ingredients. It is the same joy, to give, if it can be done, it is the real thing"

"Yes. But since tau oil, miso and kel root are ingredients of jagal, and brae is actually ingredient of baldo... it will take a little while to get your desired amount..."

Tolst is the one who answered in a weak state.

Alvach nods again, "I know," not to be euphoric.

"More than promised, it's a lot of ingredients, it's carried, it's on our own. ingredients, sufficient quantity, until then, I will keep you waiting"

"Hmm. So, are you sure you want to stay at Castle Genos only with Lord Alvach and Lord Nanaquem and the two of you?

When Malstein spoke in a relaxed tone, Alvach responded "um".

"It is luggage, your lords, your stay, your fear. Freedom, my lords, to spend, therefore to consider, unnecessary."

Since I said it that way, Alvach has turned to me.

"The people, the lodging town, the opportunity to visit, many, I think. Best wishes, Astas."

"I understand. If you're Gerd's people, you'll see soon enough."

"... accommodation town, to and from, freedom, envy"

Suddenly, Nanaqem raised his voice as "Alvach".

"The people of Castle Genos, the food in the stalls, they are purposefully buying me out. Disgruntled, stated, rude. Also, Alvach, head of mission, conscious, necessary"

"I understand.... sucks, if you hear me, I apologize"

"No, no," Malstein chuckled with a big smile.

"I would also like Lord Alvach and others to be as free as possible.... Speaking of which, was the day decided to head out to Fa's house by the woods?

"No. About the price, the decision, now a little, time, need. … within a few days, realise, hope"

Apparently, this time, he's busier than last time. Well, if you're the one responsible for this big deal, that's natural, too.

"Oh, and... what if I checked the case on this occasion, too?

It was Melfried, his son, that Malstein turned his gaze.

Melfried looks back at his father with his moonlightly gray eyes.

"But on this occasion there are only those of Luu, Fa and Din. I hear Din doesn't come and go as often as Zaza's family, because the house is far away."

"Still, I thought I should tell you earlier, but, well, the mediator with the people by the woods is on his side, so let's leave it to judgment"

Melfried thought silently for a while, and then he kind of skipped his glance at us.

"Well...... I just want to tell you as a first touch. Since I will officially send a messenger to you later, could you tell the chiefs that I hope to think about it by then?

"Yes. What kind of story is that?," Raina-Lou takes and stands. If there's anything in it, it's her turn, the main house of Lew.

"Gerd's nobles are very interested in the harvest festival by the woods. I understand that the harvest festival is an important ritual for the blood clan... but if it is, I would like to wish to visit again"

"Is this a tour of the harvest festival? The harvest festival will be a long time away, both the house of Lew and the house of Fa -"

So Raina-Lou opened his eyes to surprise.

"Maybe... have a harvest festival in the north settlement?

"Uhm. In Zaza, I hear that it is planned to have a harvest festival within the Tea Moon"

That was an amazing offer.

Gazran-Rutim, who was gracefully inclined to a cup of tea, also looks just as surprised.

"On the day Alvach and his family were greeted by the Lew family, a joint five-clan harvest festival was held in the settlement of Ravitz. In doing so, I am eager to talk about the fact that it was because of my own weight… was it also a change of heart?

"Hmm. Pratica told me about the harvest festival, listened to it, was deeply interested, and was once inspired."

With a solemn faceless expression, Alvach replied as such.

"From the beginning, a feast by the woods, wonderful things, we, know. Furthermore, it depends on the power of the hunter to be great, to hear and to be patient, to no longer be"

"Really......" Gazran-Rutim turned out to be a thought face.

Then I say something and look back at Raina-Lou. Rayna-Lew offered her hand just to "go ahead". In such a story, it would be best to rely on Gazran-Rutim.

"As Melfried said earlier, a harvest festival will be a ritual for the blood clan. But before that, you invited people from Castle Town to the six families' harvest festival, including Fa's house."

"Hmm. I wondered if I would be allowed to talk, hear and visit."

"Again, was it? Regardless, I wonder if the chiefs would refuse to speak from Marstein, Lord of Genos..."

That said, Gazran-Rutim smiled at the lid.

"With all due respect, I just want to make one point.... Shouldn't that story be wishing directly on Zaza's parental graph-Zaza from the Gerd people?

"Graph-Zaza. Trinity chief, are you alone? His son, his daughter, has been deceived several times."

"Yes. You're the person who will be the father of George-Zaza and Sufila-Zaza. The Graph-Zaza is a man who values ancient learning, among other things, by the forest."

With a gentle smile on his face, Gazran-Rutim overlapped the words as such.

"If it's a word from Malstein, Graf-Zaza won't refuse that offer either. But that comes from the thought that we should obey the Lord's orders and that we should spin the right bond with the people of Genos. Now, I wonder if it's okay to spin the right bonds with Gerd's people… to me, it seems that way."

"It is unwillingness. We, the people by the woods, rightly bond, want to bond, hope."

"Yes, everyone should think that way about me or Asta or Donda-Lou or the people who actually exchanged words with the Arvahs. Georg-Zaza and Sphilla-Zaza, too, I'm sure they will. But Graf-Zaza hasn't even looked at you yet."

"… acknowledged," Alvach nodded once more.

"We, the house of Zaza, want to hang out, I think.... Lord Melfried, intermediary, can you wish?

"Yes. Now let me tell the messenger that."

Apparently, so, the story was a paragraph.

There's just one thing that bothered me. To dispel that suspicion, let me make a statement.

"Um, it's only the fourth day of the tea moon, right? Are the Arvaches staying in Genos until late in the tea month, when the harvest festival is due to take place?

"Um. The ingredients you need, until then, time, need. Also, because of the luggage, the time, it takes us, twenty days, to leave late, it is possible"

I often thought about it, but soon I could understand what the word meant. Even if the ingredients to be brought back to Gerd are ready promptly, the Alvakhs across Totos can return home at the same time, even on a 20-day late departure, in order to be a month-long journey in the luggage car.

"I understand. So the Alvachs originally planned to stay in Genos until late in the Tea Moon."

"Mm-hmm. Something, a problem, is it?

"No. It was a longer period than I thought, so I was just happy. It's been the fifth day since Alvach and the others needed it, and I haven't been able to sit back and talk much yet."

That said, I tried to deliver a smile more than my heart.

"I look forward to the day you will be at Fa's house. At that time, we will refine it so that you can behave with ingredients delivered by Gerd."

Alvach pulled his lips together.

Maybe he's smiling.

"Asta, it's warm words, it's senseless....... Pratica, cooking, how would it have been?

"Yes. We talked about daring to serve a simple dish, but I still felt a definite power. I look forward to the day when Pratica speaks of the dishes she has made as she pleases."

"Mm-hmm. Pratica, Ger's mansion, is his best arm. However, it is still immature. You'll learn a lot from Asta, from Varcus, from different cooks."

"Ah, Varcus also seemed to recognize the power of Platica. Even though Pratica is only thirteen, I think it's really a big deal"

That's how I blossomed into the story, and Malstein smiled softly at the words.

"Lord Alvach seems to have bonded a lot with Asta. As Lord of Genos, I find it difficult."

"Hmm? Is there anything suspicious?

When Alvach responded that way, now Fermes raised his voice.

"I guess Lord Malstein wasn't so much seen as Lord Alvach and Asta speak. I and Lord Melfried were aware of that earlier."

"Was it? It's like being an old friend, and it's a smile."

"Yes, I want to spin that bond with Asta, too."

And, he turns his gaze on Fermes as he snaps.

Next to me, Ai-Fa was trying so hard to bite off the sigh.

"So I guess that's it for today. Let's close the meeting before the sun tilts."

With those words from Polearth, we're leaving the dining room.

It's just - there are people on this scene who haven't said a word. Sitting next to Tolsto, it is Refraia.

In public, it was usual for her to take it like a living French doll - but still, has it ever happened that she never even spoke to me?

(Maybe...... I'm depressed because the day is approaching when the people of the North will leave for Jagal)

That's what I thought, but it wasn't something I could talk about in a place with people's eyes.

But it is too heartbreaking to be on my way home like this. That's why I'm supposed to raise my voice at an unnatural time without saying goodbye.

"Um, are there times when Count Turan's house holds dinner parties, etc?

"What?" peeled Tolsto next door, not Refraia. Refraia looks back at me with an emotionally unreadable look.

"If so, what is dinner party about? So far, those stories shouldn't be up......"

"Really? In the near future, I heard that these Rayna-Lew's will be keeping the cook at the Saturas Count's Supper… If there is such an opportunity at the Count Turan's, I would definitely like to take it on myself"

"Ha... why did Lord Asta do such a thing...?

Tolsto is completely devoured. After all, would it have been too abrupt an offer?

"No, Sanjula doesn't really show her face in the lodging town these days either, and Musul was more shabby than that, so I just wanted to spin your edge on crackling. Of course I feel the same way about Tolsto and Refraia...... it would be too uncomfortable for me to say those words, wouldn't it?

"Yes, no, it's outrageous. Because we owe so much to Lord Asta and the people by the woods..."

"Then it was Fermes who raised his voice.

The hazel eye glitters with great pleasure.

"How about entertaining the Gerds under the auspices of the Count Turan family? If Asta were to keep the cook, I don't think any more hospitality would exist."

"Hmm. Asta's cooking, the opportunity to eat, if it increases, it is a great joy"

Alvach nodded deeply, and Nanaquem was behind the static.

And Refraia is - smiling with a slightly chopped face.

"Thanks for the great suggestion, Asta. I'll talk to Lord Genos and Tolsto."

"Yes. I'm sorry I said something unsolicited,"

After such an act, we were to leave the dining room.

Ey-fa whispers "Hey" as he turns back to the cook with a guide to his lowest surname.

"When you make an offer like that, tell them beforehand. I thought what the hell was going on?"

"Yeah, sorry. If Refraia seemed fine, I wouldn't even have made that suggestion..."

Ai-Fa stared at my face and then sighed small.

"If Alvach or Fermes were present, I don't think we'd be able to talk about it.... Fair enough. If you speak of your cooking, she will regain a little strength."

Even Ey-Fa, with his sharp observational eyes, still noticed how Refraia was doing. And we were also witnessing how Refraia would spill tears at the feast of when.

(After that feast, Refraia has also been sifting to her temperament for a long time... but her breakup with Chiffon-Cher has finally come to the present)

That's how when I sighed following Ai-Fa too, a shadow approached me from the corridor's destination.

It is a platika dressed in blue cooking. Platica, who had only removed the turban, naturally draped her golden brown hair down to her chest.

"Platica, which way are you going? We were about to go back to the cook."

When Raina-Lou spoke, Platica gave a slight frown.

"Cooks, I started going home, so the folks by the woods, I thought it might be the same, and I came to say hi. I seem to have been quick."

"Was I? We had to decide which ingredients to take home, so we were supposed to go back to the cook."

"Was I? Okay, I'll be with you."

So Platica was also to be added to the line.

Those purple eyes look around at us in a strong light.

"... I, only confectionery, wielded my original power. Forestside people, have you let them down?

"Disappointment is outrageous. Everyone was very happy with the sweets."

When I answer on my behalf, Pratica has been looking at me for a long time.

"Is it the truth? I, the Abominable Opinion, Seek."

"Of course, it's the truth. In Moribe, falsehood is a sin.... Tool-din would have been very satisfied, too?

"Yes! I thought Dafumochi was wonderful! You don't have to use the fruit of the brake, it's delicious like that. You can make muffles!

"So, was it still, baked sweets, crude?

"Huh? No, I would never consider it crude... but I was inspired to imagine how I would make it if I were you"

"So, gap, you headlined it. Me, immature, proof."

That said, Platica stuffed me up again.

"Me, immature, I know. Therefore, by the woods, let me learn. Gerd, until the day of your return, please..."

So I pulled away from me as I-Fa grabbed Pratica's collar and said, "Close."

Slightly dyeing her cheeks, Pratica looks back at Ai-Fa dissatisfied.

"I = fa, cooked the prototype, didn't eat it. Me, cooking, indifferent?

"Hmm? I'm not the one who talks about cooking in a place like that. Whoever they are, it's the same thing."

After answering blurry, Ai-Fa got a much more gracious look.

"But I'm delighted that you played a big part. Young, but big deal."

Pratica opened her eyes like a little.

From those eyes, tears finally spill. Seeing that, Ai-Fa was also to open her eyes.

"What are you suddenly crying about? I don't remember blaming you, do I?

"Chi, no. I = fa, suddenly, behave gently, cowardly. This tear, Ai-Fa, is a responsibility."

"I don't care if they say it's a responsibility... anyway, just catch that tear"

"Wow, I know. This way, don't look. Emotions, exposing, humiliating."

Pratica turned away from Ai-Fa as she wet her tears at the back of her hand like a child.

I was the one who was walking in that direction. With his eyes that couldn't stop crying, Platica has been flirting with me.

"Me, I'm asking you not to look. Asta, am I humiliating you?

"And it's outrageous. Use this if you like"

When I took the hand wipe out of my nostalgia, Pratica robbed it roughly.

I guess Pratica was more concerned than we thought. Only thirteen years old, watched by the nobles, they were to introduce the ingredients and sift through the dishes to the famous cooks. Moreover, the sense of responsibility should not have been unusual because it was an important part of the big deal between the hometown of Gerd and Genos.

(Father called to heaven is also proud of Platica)

In my heart, I decided to tell him that.

That's how the big day's work finally came to an end.

At least we can deepen our ties with Pratica and Alvach and the rest of them for nearly a month. Glad to hear it, I decided to sneak up on Pratica's adorable crying face.