917 Count Turan's Dinner Party ② ~ Opening ~

After my meeting with Refraia, I joined Yun-Sudra, who was resting between refrains, to begin cooking work in the kitchen.

"Well, thank you. There's plenty of time to spare, so don't rush into a polite job."

The six Kamadu numbers said, "Yes!" and he responded well. One nervous Fay-Baim also seemed perfectly relaxed about the efficacy of the bathroom.

The approximate working procedures had been established by yesterday, so everyone is working on their work without hesitation. Myself, of course, that was the same - but in one corner of my head, the look and words of Refraia were still creeping me out.

(If we transfer God to the Southern God, Chiffon-Cher will be free. Then I guess I can work in Genos as one southern people instead of slaves in the future... Musul said that)

That would have been Fermes' interaction at the masquerade. The words that Refraia and Musul were saying were carved into my chest along with vivid costume memories that were unusual.

(But even if that's allowed, because you're just going to be separated from one family, Eleo-Cher... it's not going to be that easy)

Because he understands it, Refraia is struggling with her grief.

Besides, it was Cycleus, Lefreia's father, who disparaged the Chiffon-Cher people to such a situation. Then there should have been a desire to give the Chiffon-Chelles the right end.

"... are you okay, Asta? Though I don't seem to be feeling much better..."

And Yun-Sudra, who was doing his job across from the workbench, calls out worryingly.

I said, "It's okay," and I managed to make him laugh.

"I'm focused on my work, so don't worry about it. Just..."

"Just?"

I was just biting off my powerlessness.

I even suggested this kind of dinner party that I couldn't manage to soothe Leflaia's mind, and purposefully created a place to exchange words with the Leflaia's - but I couldn't do anything about it.

"... Asta, put the knife down"

And the voice of Ai-Fa echoed from behind the lid.

That's how I put the vegetable cutting knife on the slab, and when I look back, I get my head squirted with a strong force. Ey-fa, who pees on me, had his blue eyes swirling with different emotional lights.

"In the rest of us, there's something we can't do. Me or you, you know that."

Maybe that's - is that referring to your breakup with Tia?

Otherwise, it seemed that Ai-Fa would never have such an eye.

"In Refraia, there are men named Musul in Sanjula. So oh, you can just laugh at the top. Let's honor that temperament."

"... yeah, right"

I nodded to Ai-Fa and then turned back to Yun-Sudra in the front.

"Thank you for your concern, Yun-Sudra. I need to focus on my work now... when I get back to the woods, will you listen to me sometime?

"Yes, of course," said Yun-Sudra, smiling at me as if I were a jerk.

I'll take the vegetable cutter and start cooking again.

(It doesn't solve anything that I was worried about. I'll do my best to support Refraia, like Sanjula and Musul)

After that, nothing happened, and time passed solemnly.

At about three moments downstairs, the cooking numbers of this VIP hotel come into the room. They had their jobs, so we encouraged them to work in designated spaces.

"Welcome, Lord Asta. Today, they're cooking to welcome the Gerd people."

And the chef approached us. Even at new ingredient unveilings, he is the person he encounters on occasion.

"After all, are new ingredients being used? If I were you, I would have liked to have a cooking tour."

"It's an honor. How about handling new ingredients?

"Again, we are struggling with ingredients like vanilla and fish oil pickling. Vanilla isn't that user-friendly... vanilla like Myan and Bukela don't seem familiar with other herbs."

"Right. Myan, too, often handles it alone. Bukela is mixed with Myanz or used with confectionery ingredients."

"Put that bitter buquera in the ingredients of the confectionery? That's a lot to be interested in!

And the magnificent chef, who had a good breadth, was adorable and twisted to the lid.

"Um... it's a very bumpy favor... if the dish is finished, won't you let me taste it one mouth at a time...?

"I don't mind. We were going to make more and make it our own dinner, so there's plenty to loosen up."

There was no reason to refuse this person's favor by allowing Pratica or Nicola to visit and taste it. This is all the more so because we are renting cookware and cookware.

As such, the chef returned to his workbench around his nose. His cooking assistants are more distracted by Yun-Sudra's appearance than this one.

(If you're bluffing, Nicolas will get you ahead of you)

Sending such ales in my heart, I immersed myself in the work.

The arrival of the Guest was announced when another moment or so had passed.

"Asta, whoever ravishes the diar of the people of the south is asking to see you."

Called by the voice of Ravitz's eldest brother, who was waiting outside the door, I was to leave the cook with Ai-Fa.

"Hey Asta, Ai-Fa! I'm looking forward to cooking today!

Deal was full of energy today, and he greeted me. To be a dinner party from now on, he looks like a spicy piece.

"Is this girl also a guest of dinner parties and things? Are the people of Sim and Jagal hostile?

When Ravitz's eldest brother questioned him that way, Dial said, "Yeah!" and nodded like a child.

"So until now, I've never even been involved. But they're going to visit Genos on a regular basis, right? Then I thought I'd finally worship your face!

After saying it that way, Dial smiled invincibly.

"Besides, Leflaia is a dear friend of mine! If you want to deepen your bond with that Refraia, I have to take a good look at it!

"Hmm. I don't know, it's quite a pleasure to have all the people of the four kingdoms together."

"Huh? You know Chiffon-Cher?

"Mm-hmm. I was just supposed to look at you. She seemed a little bigger than me."

"Haha. That's because you're a people of the North!

That's right, Dial, who has deepened ties with many forestside people, seemed to have nowhere to cower at Ravitz's eldest brother, who faced him when he was a fallen warrior.

"I guess Dial knows more about Chiffon-Cher than I do. I just talked to the Refraiers about that."

"Yeah! I'm a people of the South, so there's no reason to evade that girl! If that girl is transferring God to the Southern gods, all the more so!

"Yeah... Refraia's a little worried, though."

To my words, Dial laughed brightly "haha".

"This is all there is to it! I'll be your bridge when you need me!

"Bridges?"

"Yeah! I still don't know where that girl is going to live, but I don't think she's going to be taken to the East, which has a border with Sims, or the West, which is close to the Grand Duchy of Zerado. Then you wouldn't even be so far away from my hometown of Zeland, so if you ever had anything to do with delivering a letter or a gift, I'd be thinking about taking it for you -!

Deal closer to Refraia than I am, I guess I've been thinking about this one for a long time now. About four months have already passed since the story of moving the people of the North to Jagal was raised.

"And then we have to support Leflaia! While I'm back in Zeland, it's nice to meet you too, Asta!

"Yeah, I got it."

That's how I could answer, soothed by Deal's smile.

Then Ai-Fa turns his sharp gaze behind the corridor.

"... were you guys acting together?

"Yeah? What are you guys?

Dial, who looked back like he was in pain, said, "Ah!" and let out a loud voice. From the other side of the corridor, a quiet shadow of a hooded cloak approached.

"Oh, my God, no! You followed us?

"No. Work, done, until I came in. Limits, overlapping, coincidence."

This was Alishna, Sim's astrologer, who became more crackling than Dial. She was supposed to join Melfried and Eurifia for dinner today.

"Asta, it's a hiccup. It looks magnificent, above all."

"Yes, Arishna and I have been since the Martial Arts Feast."

But even that night, Arishna hadn't had a conversational conversation because she was pulling on a star reading job. She is not a feast guest, but a entertainer, so she can't put her job second.

"I hear you've had dinner with the Gerds several times. I'll be with you today, as will your cook, Pratica."

"Yes. Rumors, I'm listening. You're staying at Fa's house, right?

To that word, Dial said again, "Eh!," he raised his voice.

"Staying at Fa's house, what do you mean? Is he sitting at Asta's house?

"No, I'm just having dinner, and I've been sleeping in my luggage lately. It feels just like a line of old puppets."

"Still, are you having dinner with the Astas? It's kind of sloppy."

That's what I said, Dial swept his cheeks up a lot.

"He's coming to dinner today, isn't he? All right, we have to figure that out!

"Do you, identify, mean anything, arise?

"Shut up. If you don't, I'm sorry!

Pussy and angry, Deal dazzles Arishna. Watching this puppy interact with a combination like a sham cat was also a lot about crackling.

"Then we'll say hello to Refraia, too! Look, if you're going to be there, don't you need to say hello?

"Yes, thank you for your guidance."

"I don't like to show you around!

That's how the two names turned back the corridor as they raised their voices vibrantly. Larvis, who was silent until the end, beckons us and then goes after it.

"Hmm. I was wondering if the people of the south and east were more of a sword swallowing pattern... looking at them like they were sisters of different temperaments"

Ravitz's eldest brother was crushing emotionally, so I let him give me an endorsement: "Right."

"I don't think there's any reason to hate each other because they were born and raised in a land unrelated to war."

"The same thing we have no reason to hate the people of the North? In that case, Genos is a very privileged land."

"A blessed land?

"Hmm. The people of the North and the West do not hate each other, and the people of the East and the South are forbidden to contend. I'm not sure about the outside of the woods, etc., but isn't it, such as the land where all the people of the four kingdoms can do so and live in peace?

After saying it that way, Ravitz's eldest brother laughed a lot.

"Well, I don't know what the people of the North who were treated as slaves think of the people of the West. I just thought of it that way, because the ladies named Chiffon-Cher didn't seem to have at least the abomination or anything."

"... right. I don't know anything about outside Genos... but I really think you're blessed."

I hear that after Cycleus and Shiruel were judged, the people of the north, who were made to work in Turan, were questioned about how they should be dealt with. There was no territory in this neighborhood that dealt with slaves, so why not just execute them - and so on.

But it did not lead to a situation in which the people of Genos would imitate as outrageously as that. I guess it was a long time ago to imitate such because I have no desire to hate the people of the North.

"... so I'm going back to work"

Said goodbye to Ravitz's eldest brother, and I came back to the cook.

The kind of smile that is catching Refraia's tears and Chiffon-Cher's quiet laying eyes are on my mind again.

But I didn't force myself to shake it off, but I focused on them at the same time. I may be helpless, but I can't cut that off as another HR. Then it seemed like I had no choice but to live with my thoughts of them in my chest.

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Eventually, all the dishes were finished about a little around the five moments down.

The opening of the supper party is half the hour of the fifth hour of the descent. I decided to keep my voice on Yun-Sudra as I moved the dish to the wagon with the help of my surnames.

"Me and Tour-Din have to stand up for dinner, so everybody eat first. And the chef will be here in a while, so thank you."

"I understand. You don't have to worry about anything, but please be careful."

There are three of us standing at the dinner party: me, Tour-Din and Ai-Fa. The remaining members were supposed to have dinner during the refrain, which was right next to the cook.

Pratica was just summoned to the dining room, so only Nicola follows the Yun-Sudra's. After all the setups, we were supposed to make our way to the dining room.

"Excuse me. We have guided the cooks Asta and Tour-Din"

We walked into the dining room with a small family name.

Again, or should I say - that was once the room where my recapture play played when I was exposed to Refraia.

Chandeliers twinkle on the ceiling, whether it's vitreous or crystalline, and carpets with long hairy feet are laid at the foot. Arranging in the four corners of the room was a splendid stone statue with a human upper body on the lion's head and a deer limb - and now I too was mindful that it was Aryl, the patron saint of Genos.

"Thank you, Tool-din to Asta. Besides, so is Ai-Fa. I've been looking forward to finishing the dish."

Refraia, the organizer of today's dinner party, greeted me that way with a eagle-fried smile.

Because today it is in the form of a Viking, or a cooking wagon is installed in the empty part of the center, with a three-legged table arranged in the form that surrounds it. Guests will be dressed up without taking their seats and the lowest surnames will be taking up the dishes requested.

Guests of noble stature were at the table.

On the table at the front of the seat are Lifreia and Tolsto, Alvach and Nanaquem of the Earl of Turan family. On the right are Fermes, a diplomat from the Wang capital, and Melfried, Eurifia and Odifia from the Marquis of Genos. On the left was the placement of Pratica, Arishna and Dial, which were not privileged.

I guess the soldiers of the escort lurk there because the tall screens are sloppily arranged behind the Refraiers. Musulu and Sanjula and Gemdo may also be included there.

And on this side of the screen and between the left and right walls, the lowest surname and the samurai refrain - on the oblique rear of Refraia, Chiffon-Cher stood up.

This is the first time Chiffon-Cher has been revealed in such a setting.

You noticed my gaze, Alvach, in the place of Refraia, raised his voice heavily.

"Asta. Will the people of the North, be present, repel?

"Huh? No, it's outrageous!... It just seemed unusual for her to perform the work of a samurai in a place like this, so she was stuck with me"

"Hmm. Because she's your maid, the people of the North, she's usually hiding, listening. But because we, the people of the east, are its appearance, its need to hide, it does not exist. … that's what I told you before when I was at Lefreia, at the dinner party at Castle Genos."

That's what Alvach said as he looked straight back at me.

"Astas, the mood for repentance, if not, is fortunate. Supper party, I want to start, I want to wish."

"Yes, I did, Alvach. … Today we invite the people of Gerd and the family of the first son of the Marquis of Genos, Fermes, a diplomat of the King's capital, and guests from the east and south, respectively. If you enjoy the dishes and treats of Asta and Tour-Din, the cooks by the woods, you will be fortunate."

Refraia, who took his seat, said so in an unskilled manner. Next to it, Tolst is deeply bowing his head.

"Today, on a suggestion from the cook Asta, it was a form of free separation of your favorite dishes. Since eating six dishes in order is Genos' practice, we talked about the fact that Gerd's people have no obstacle, right?

"Hmm. Six or more varieties, culinary, enjoyable, and fortunate"

"That was above all. Now, I'd like you to share the dishes... but we have no idea what to start with."

And, even back to the casual tone, there remains the grace of a lady. While not taking a look, Refraia seemed to have gained a lot of aristocratic socialism.

"So at first, could you ask Asta to explain the dishes? So I'm going to mouth one dish, and then I'm going to share your favorite dishes again."

"I understand. Let me introduce you to a dish that replaces an appetizer and a Chaska dish."

The Chaska cuisine can't even be loose in the hands of the lowest surname, so Tour-din advanced. He stares at Odifia as she eats from the side. All I can see is my back, but I was wondering if Tour-Din was about to smile over there.

"Chaska is finished as grain. And since we use seafood ingredients, please also enjoy Fermes"

"Thank you for your concern. Asta's kindness is always with a heartfelt gratitude."

Fermes, sitting next to Melfried, laughs at me from a distant position. She is in the usual loose long clothes, but today she is tying her hair like a ponytail, so poor girl was meshing.

And when the lid of the earthen pot was opened at the hands of Tour-Din, Eurifia lifted up her hazy voice.

"It doesn't smell nice. Even the restaurants in Castle Town seem to be getting a lot done finishing Chaska with grains... but it still doesn't seem like Chaska dishes made by the cooks around the woods."

"Thank you. I hope you live up to your expectations."

Instead of Tour-Din, the lowest surname takes up dishes instead of appetizers. Your plate started spinning faster, so I decided to fulfill your explanation first.

"Appetizer substitute dishes are made by rubbing Gerd's ingredient, Pellet, with salted fish soy sauce and marl and various seasonings."

"Salted marl, is an unknown ingredient"

Alvach gave a ragged blue eye and Fermes tilted his little neck wonderfully as well.

"Male is a small crustacean that inhabits the region's rivers. Even in Genos, was Mal edible?

"Uhm," it was, unexpectedly, Melfried.

"I remember hearing such stories from my friend Camua-Josh. In Inn Town, Dalaim, etc., they prefer the marinated ones as liquor."

"I see. So it's food for the common people. Did Asta use it as one of the ingredients?"

"Yes. I didn't know that marl salting wasn't circulating in Castle Town. Would such a dish have been inappropriate for a dinner party?

It was still Alvach who responded "no".

"Even Castle Town, Aria, is hardly used, I hear. But Aria, it's delicious. Ingredients, priceless, non-existent, supposedly. Important, delicious or not"

So the first dish was also to be served safely.

Mal is a creature like Ochiami, whose salting is preferred as a dish of liquor in the Inn Town. Moreover, in the "Xuanrong Pavilion", a chit-pickle similar to Kimchi was made using it as an ingredient.

The first thing that occurred to me, too, was the oikimchi with pere when I was a cucumber, but this still needed training, so I decided to track it down to a similar dish. It is a spicy, spicy Japanese dish made with marinated marl, chit fruit, menzuyu, fish soy sauce, hoboi oil, myrmu and kel root. Alvach was also badly impressed with the Jade of Pere and Nuñompa, so it was a piece to which he added even more spiciness.

"Well, it's hard. You also use chit fruit. … but a vegetable named Pere is very luminous and seems to neutralize the spiciness of the chit."

That being said, Eurifia nearly smiled at her beloved daughter next door.

"If it's as spicy as this, you can eat it in Odifia, right? How does Pele taste?

"Delicious," Odifia nodded as well.

Dial, who does not like the spiciness as much as the people of the east and the people of the castle towns, is also eating without problems. Nevertheless, the seating order of Pratica, Arishna and Dial was quite a relentless placement.

"Sure, this is delicious. The marinated ingredient seems to give it a seafood flavor."

Fermes, too, seems satisfied and above all. Today, Polearth felt that Fermes and Eurifia were playing a role in soothing the air here because they were attending the dinner party of the Earl of Saturas.

And by then, Chaska dishes have also been served. People's interests were to be swiftly transferred over there.

"You can also feel the rich aroma of seafood here. Could it be...... are you using live fish?

"Yes, because it was a valuable opportunity to use live fish for a long time"

Fresh fish delivered from afar are kept in the kitchen of this VIP hotel. My handling of it was a lot about crackling.

"This one uses the body of Lillione, a riverfish. Besides, we also used cocoa, Gerd's vanilla."

It was a 'cooked chaska' made from earthen pot. It is a dish that is often shown in Fa's house, but I tried to use Lillione and cocoa there.

Lillione, once baked, relieves herself and cooks it along with Chaska and Nennon and Bunasimezimodoki. The basic flavoring is tau oil, and it's standard procedure for me to use kelp root for concealed flavors and cook it with jacquard distillery liquor, smoked fish and seagrass stock. A cockroach similar to pepper was used there as an accent.

The cocoa is not hung backwards, but mixed with other ingredients first. After repeating the prototype several times, putting in a significant amount did not cause the spiciness to stand first. Behind the sweet and spicy taste of tau oil, the flavor of the cocoa smelled fluffy. As far as I'm concerned, it was satisfying.

"Oh, this is delicious, too. I think it's even more delicious than the Chaska dishes I've had before"

Smiling happily, Fermes said that to me. A Chaska dish that Fermes had previously eaten would probably be a fried rice bowl or a heavenly bowl with Mallory.

"It's just... Asta hasn't picked up any live fish by the woods in a while, has she? Have you been able to cook this kind of dish without any training?

"Huh? Oh, yes. I trained in this without using fish... you know very well that I didn't fetch fish."

"Well, if that's a story involving Asta"

And, Fermes can flaunt his poor lips like a disgraced maiden.

I just wanted to make sure I was a little sure of the look on Ey-Fa's face that stood behind me.

"… Asta, did you make this dish without training?"

And, Alvach flew a heavy axe-like voice.

"Yes, I thought even river fish could be applied if they could build basic flavors...... wouldn't you have been satisfied with Alvach?

"No. Complete, high, stunned"

Thus, when Alvach turned to Fermes, Nanaquem raised his voice as "Alvach".

"Supper party, it's just begun. Long and wide tongues."

"But Chaska cuisine, Pele appetizers, they are both brilliant"

"Alvach, while we're talking, we, meals, can't move on. Genos, noble people, would be disrespectful"

Alvach took a deep breath and turned his gaze towards me.

"... So, just now"

"Yes, there are still plenty of dishes to eat, so have one first"

Other faces are watching over our interactions with roughly soothing faces.

Well, the eastern guests, the father and son of Melfried and Odifia, etc. are completely indispensable faceless - but still, there was no doubt that the air was soothing.

Refraia, who is finally "cooking chaska," also has a very calm look.

And such a reflair, Chiffon-Cher watches quietly from the diagonal rear. It was like the eyes of a mother watching over my child.