942 Return feast, again ⑤ ~ Confess ~

"... I apologize for disturbing the dinner room. I apologize for the delay."

That's how Platica got up from the rug.

Martin speaks in a bright voice before the gentlemen of Geld say an apology.

"A 13-year-old doesn't have a way of upsetting his mind. It's a rare genius to be expected to be a future chef at such a young age."

"Yeah, we just got a taste of that genius."

When Pollus followed him, Alvach bowed and said, "I'm in trouble."

"Let us keep eating until Lord Platica's feelings calm down. Anyway, I've just finished tasting it."

"Mm-hmm. I'd like you to give me your last name for the dish you want. In addition, it will already be half an hour, so I will be free to move my seat."

Then Ey-Fa looked at me and then he raised his voice.

"So will we also be allowed to leave our seats for a while? I'd like to see how Platica is doing."

"Oh, we don't mind.... how about Alvach and the others?

"Mm-hmm. Astas, if you're leaving, I'd like to deliver the tour-din, the limi-lou, the words.... but would you like to be present again later because Asta's cooking, criticism, is inadequate?

"Yes, of course. The feast has just begun."

Therefore, we were to raise our hips as well.

When he tried to leave the rug, Alvach shouted "Ai-Fa".

"Thank you for your concern. Pratika, thank you very much."

Ey-Fa replied only "umu" and returned the gibberish.

Asked for his surname, Platica was guided during the adjacent restraint. After the hall, which finally started showing off a festive boom, we went out into a quiet corridor.

"This way," one of the fiancées tells me.

The size of the hall is only large, and the neighborhood is quite a distance away. The time had come for the sun to sink completely, so the corridor walls were lit with a number of lights.

"Excuse me. I have guided the people around the forest, Mr. Ai-Fa and Mr. Asta. Will you allow me to check in?

When a surname called like that, a low voice replied, "Yes."

The surname opens the door in a courteous manner, pointing to the room as "Please."

In a room slightly darker than the corridor, Ey-Fa and I stepped into it.

"Platica, are you all right?

As the door was closed behind him, Ey-Fa asked.

Platica, who was hanging in the back of the room, slipped her face with a woven fabric before looking back.

Redness appeared on the corners of the eyes, but other than that, it was the usual platica.

Its fine face is sharply tightened, and its purple eyes sparkle brightly. Because I still had some tears, it reflected the light from the candlestick, and even made my eyes feel stronger.

"I apologize for disturbing the dinner room. We should have waited for the feast to be over."

"That's all you had in mind. Neither the people of the forest nor the nobles of Genos are in a bad mood, so I have no doubt."

That's how I approached Platica with Ey-Fa.

This room is perhaps between a surname and a waitress. It wasn't as decorated as halls or corridors, and there were few types of furnishings.

"When you feel better, go back there. You won't be able to fill your stomach just by tasting it."

"Yes... I appreciate your concern, Ey-Fa, Aster. But please throw me away. Don't worry."

"If you don't have to worry, you should stop the tears first."

After speaking with a solemn voice, Ai-Fa softened her expression.

"After all, the feast lasts for a moment or two. Even if you rest a little, your food will never run out. Why don't you just calm down?

Platica glanced at Ey-Fa and spilled new tears.

Ey-Fa pulled the hand of Platica and lowered her hips to a nearby chair. Platica and Ai-Fa would have liked to sit on the ground, but there was no affordable rug here.

"... I'm sorry. Sadly, nothing, but tears don't stop."

"Hmm. That doesn't mean tears of joy. I don't know if I'm worried about the future."

Eye Fa also pulled the chair across from Platica, saying so. I will also line up the chairs next to Ai-Fa and face Platica.

"You're still thirteen. I can't help but feel anxious to leave home alone and stay in an exotic land."

"Yes... I don't think it's worthwhile."

"But you chose your own path of hardship. It will be a brave act."

With a very soft expression, Ey-Fa repeated the words like that.

"Words are different in Sims and Cerva. The appearance is also quite different. You may have a way of defending yourself with a poison weapon, but it's never an easy path.... you said you and your father used to wander around Selva, right?

"Yes, I've been training for three years. When I first started, I didn't feel a bunch of words... so I was very anxious."

Platica said as she gazed at Ey-Fa's chest.

His face is only faceless, but his eyebrows are slightly raised. I'm sure you're trying hard to suppress your upset feelings.

"But at that time, my father was alive. Father, there was no loneliness, no suffering. The Kingdom of the West, the Unknown, the Cruise, the Training, the Overlapping - Happiness, the Day."

"Hmm. I don't know what it's like to go on an exotic journey without a bunch of words."

"Yes, Father, I, what is missing, the Kingdom of the West, I have thought about finding it. Master Alvach, I want to cook you a satisfactory meal."

"Hmm. Was it your father's turn to serve Alvach? That's the first time I've heard of it."

Platica shifted her gaze to Eye-Fa's face with a slightly neat feeling.

"Didn't I tell you? I thought I was already talking about it."

"Isn't that Nicolas? You were talking in the truck at night."

"Yes, it seems so.... Ei = fa, Asta, can you hear me?

Ai-Fa was kind and nodded, "Mmm."

Platica slips her eyes with a woven fabric and then starts talking.

"... we lived in the capital of Gel. As a mother, as a child, I gave back my soul, but as a father, as a cook, I was highly regarded. And about four years ago, I was invited to the lord's house."

"Hmm. That diamond is like a barbecue.... so?

"So... my father immediately gave me the chef's seat. Father, you had that kind of skill. But... even after a year, Master Alvach, you could be satisfied."

"Uh-huh. He sounds a lot louder at cooking."

"But, Master Alvach, I was impressed that you were right, Father. Master Alvach, I was convinced that the part I was pointing out, indeed, was defective, that it existed. Also, I was convinced and amazed. Master Alvach, if you can cook satisfactorily, if you can cook well, that's how you think, Father, the journey of training."

"I thought you were going on that journey when you were still young."

"Yes, I did. Father, I couldn't think of living away from you."

"Of course it will be."

Eye Fa smiled with her eyes closed.

Platica burst into tears again and rushed it with a woven fabric.

"I also wanted to be a cook, so I wanted to train and build together. It was an unknown place in the West Kingdom, but I was happy. More joy than anxiety. Father, it was a great joy to train, to polish, to polish."

"That kind of life lasted for about three years."

"Yes, and, Father, I've got enough strength, I've got it, Gel, I've got it.... in the process, the sick man fell down."

Platica's hand on her lap gripped the woven fabric tightly.

"I inherited cooking tools from my father. Along with that, I inherited the ambition. The remains of my father, the kingdom of the west, were buried, and I, Gel, returned. And then I knocked on the clan lord's house, the door. Last year, the purple moon."

"Well, it hasn't been that long since you and Alvach met. I think it's a surprise."

"... why?

"You guys felt like you were bonding a lot. Were you acquainted with Alvach before you left for the West Kingdom?

"No, not for the first time last year. It's about two and a half months."

A lid and a half. That's how long I've been able to deepen my bond. "

Eye Fa glanced back at me as if she had felt it.

I laughed "I see."

"I'm sure they're respecting each other again. Perhaps Platica herself knows that best."

"Yes, I respect you, Alvach. I understood that I, my father's words, were perfectly right, by visiting the domains of the lords, by cooking, by serving, by being forgiven. Master Alvach, the commentary is correct. The words, the unreachable part, are sure to echo. I see what I can't see, Master Alvach. Master Alvach, I am not a cook, but I am discerning the harmony of taste. Probably comparable to the cook Vulcus."

"Mm-hmm. Sure, it looks like it has a part that goes through somewhere. But Alvach is far more compassionate."

That said, Ey-Fa smiled quietly.

"You are happy with such a master. Therefore, you will find it difficult to live away from Alvach. You don't have to be ashamed of anything because it's a natural mood."

Platica frowned and wept again.

"Ey-fa, how can you smile so gently? I remember the confusion."

"Hmm. You thought I was so heartless."

"No. Ey-fa, I know what's nice. But I think that love was temperamental. Am I wrong?

"Gradually, I'm not mistaken. I just realized that I shouldn't hide those feelings right now."

With a gentle smile, Ey-Fa said so.

"As I said earlier, you are brave. I want to pay tribute to that bravery.... it hasn't been that long since my father returned his soul?

"Yes, father, soul, returned, black moon, five months have passed."

"Less than five months. I lost my father when I was fifteen, but in less than five months, I couldn't usually heal my grief."

And Eye-Fa looked a little distant.

"At that time, I had a bad relationship with the Sung family, which was a patriarchal line, and the Lou family, which had the power to follow it, and I was separated from my nearest clan. More than that, since I was a hunter in the presence of the women, I had no way of bonding with the rest of the family, so I was prepared to live by myself and return my soul by myself."

"The Lou family, bad luck, were you tied up? As it stands, I find it hard to believe."

"At the time, I was desperate to bore myself. Even Donda-Lou, who held out his hand, could not make the right bond. So, until I met Asta two years later, I was stubbornly living alone."

Eye-Fa's blue eyes glimpsed at me.

The light of love that flickers there warms my heart.

"And I lost my mother when I was thirteen. By comparing the levels of misfortune, I'm not surprised that you lost your mother when you were younger than me and your father when you were 13. You must never be a mean person."

"But... I can't stand two years of loneliness. I think I'm braver than I am."

"Hmm. I guess we shouldn't compare the levels of misfortune. You and I are here to overcome the hardships that have been inflicted on each of you."

Platica kept her mouth shut for a while to bite Ai-Fa's words.

And then, of course, he looks at me.

"... Aster, how's it going?

"Yes, what's wrong with me?

"I've heard from Alvach about the puppet play. Asta, I think you're enjoying a strange fate... Asa, by the woods, before you visit, what happens, what do you hear, what do you forbid?

"No, it's not a contraindication. I just don't get asked much."

"Don't ask, it's strange. Can't we all be interested?

"That's right. Basically, I think I have a mixed memory. You might think it doesn't make sense to hear that."

That said, I looked back at Ai-Fa.

Ey-Fa looks at me with a gentle look. After I nodded at you, I decided to let you talk.

"My hometown is an island country called Japan, and I'm going to live as one of the sons of a small restaurant. It's a very small cafeteria, cut out with some help from my father. By the time I realized what was going on, I was starting to encourage people to help me imitate it."

"Since you were a kid?

"At that time, I was carrying food with me in a dangerous way. However, I enjoyed watching my father cook, so I was naturally at home. My father didn't seem to want me to take over the shop gradually... so I'm sure he was happy that my child was interested in his work."

There is a tingling and sharp pain in your chest.

I'm sure Ei Fa and Platica have been talking about it with such pain.

"That's why I naturally decided to become a cook without any concern. My father didn't have to jump to conclusions. I've been passionate about cooking since I was a kid, so I couldn't think of any other way."

"... Mother, how are you?

"My mother died of illness when I was seven.... after about a year, I couldn't really laugh."

Thinking about it, I'm sick and I'm losing my mother, Ey-Fa and Platica.

It has nothing to do with the time of death. We went through the same pain, and we were here.

"Well, while being helped by the neighborhood's childhood acquaintances, I've been helping my father's shop... the incident happened about a year and nine months ago when I was 17 years old. My father was seriously injured in the accident, and the store was on fire."

"Fire, no end?

"I still don't know why. They've been after our land for a long time, and there's a possibility of arson... but I don't have a clue."

My heart was wrapped in a feeling different from pain.

Something's going to pull out your spine.

However, I did not intend to be afraid of such feelings anymore.

"There's a knife in the shop that my father cares more about than life - ah, a cooking knife. There was a cooking knife, so I jumped into the fire to get it back. The moment I grabbed what I was looking for, my house burned down... and I was supposed to have been crushed by it, but when I realized it, I fell into the Morga forest."

"... and the puppet play is connected."

Platica took a deep breath.

"It's strange. Goga, that's it. So, you're seeing memories as complex, complex, right?

"Yes, it's something that common sense doesn't think about. I have no idea what kind of fate prank I was. The easterners and diplomat Fermez are called" the people without the stars "....."

"Yes, Sims, it's a legend. But, gel, star reading, it's obsolete, so I don't know. It's also Goga, that's it."

"Yeah, I'm not obsessed with the 'Starless People' either. Whatever it is, I'm me."

I was able to answer that way without falsifying my mind.

The strange feeling of crawling up your spine is also disappearing beautifully. I'm just afraid of the vividness of the memory of burning in the fire.

"So I was saved by Ai-Fa to live as a people near the forest. That's why you've changed your mind a long time ago."

"How did you change your mind?

"Previously, I wanted to be a cook while streaming. No, I wasn't prepared to aspire, and I was quite naturally accepting that it was my life. But I'm going to move to a strange land on my own. So I took care of Ai Fa and wondered what I could do..."

That's what made me laugh brightly.

It's not a crop smile. It is a smile that follows a heartfelt emotion.

"All I can do is cook. Still, whether it's happiness or unhappiness, the village around the forest seemed to have no concept of delicious food, so I wanted to teach Ai Fa the joy of eating delicious food first."

Ey-Fa also listened to me with a quiet smile.

I told him my thoughts with my heart.

"It was also depicted in the puppet play. I thought my powers might help me around the woods, so I decided to move around. Building the right bonds with the outside world, including Genos's nobles, is part of that. I'm not going to spare any effort to do that. I'm supposed to be dead once, so I'm going to live without regret this time... I live my days with that feeling."

Platica closed her red eyelids.

The thin, well-shaped lips eventually emit a low voice.

"I understand. Aster, because I am an exotic people, I carry a peculiar cooking technique... that alone, Alvach, I can't admit it. Aster, affection, solidarity. Asta, cooking, my presence, hanging."

"Well, I'm not much of a human being myself....."

"No, I admire you, Astor. I want to, and I remember."

When Platica slowly opened her eyelids, her purple eyes contained more intense light than ever before.

"Ai-Fa, Asta. Me, Totos and the luggage, buy. Can you forgive me for staying in the woods again?

"Hmm. You're finally feeling better."

Ai-Fa also smiled with a powerful expression.

"But it's the chiefs around the forest who decide. There are all the matriarchal people here, so ask them yourself."

"I understand. I want to go back to the hall."

Platica put a tear-wet woven fabric into her pocket and stood up slowly.

Me and Ei Fa stand up with it. When I opened the door, there was a samurai with no surname waiting.

"When the three of you returned to the feast, the junior officer was asked to guide you. Will you be back in the hall?

"Yes, please."

We set foot in the hall.

Suddenly, Ey-Fa gently rubbed her lips against her ears.

"It's Aster. This must have been the first time you've told me about your hometown."

"Yeah, I've never been asked before."

That's what I laughed at Ey-Fa.

"I'll tell you whatever I want. I think it's funny how you chased a dragonfly and fell into a pond."

"What is that," Ey-Fa laughed.

"Well, you can talk about it at home. It's just a small feast right now."

"Yes, I'd like to speak to Refleia and listen to Alvach's comments."

Then Platica, who was walking in front of the samurai, turned around again.

"... Ei Fa, Asta, are you talking to me?

"What is it? You look like you're complaining."

"Yes, it's sad that we've been talking to each other until very soon."

"Lieutenant," Ey-Fa gently poked Platica in the head.

Platica, with her lips slightly cut off, was as loving as a toddler.

Then we returned to the venue of a feast of thoughts and enthusiasm.