192 6. Feast of Chaos

"I'm not convinced. - Mmm!

"Huh? Something wrong?

Suddenly the loud voice emanating from the resurrected Larsia, with the cagra brought with the stew in a bowl, raises a bewildered voice.

I stood up and wondered if it would be good to carry the food like this.

"Oh, because it's about this way"

Yut gets up and helps her quickly. A hug is likely to be a vessel. Something must be dangerous.

"No, no. Master Yut is a customer."

"Well, the details are fine"

An act composed entirely of good will, without any shards of the lower heart. Couldn't resist it, the Dragon Man (Dragon Newt) witch gave herself up to the Great Mage (Arch Mage).

- Even so, to the extent that they would help me with the meal, Kagra was fully filled with it. Though thoughts were poised for the day after tomorrow, saying it was the first time I had worked with friends helping each other.

"Well, Larsia. Let's just have a drink."

"Teng Himself says something nostalgic!? Val, can't you control it with legal thumbing?

Larsia jumped out of the sitting area with an arrowy momentum, stuffed by a diocesan knight (paladin) staring at Yut and Kagra with a subtle expression, but was just silently shook in the head.

Yut opens his mouth instead as he places the simmer he received from Kagra - which looks quite delicious - on the central table.

"It's a very 'lovely encounter' with the Divine Minutes (Avatar) you worship, isn't it? That's what I'm saying."

"Oh no."

I can't tell Yut how many words I'm talking, but I conveyed my feelings.

Yes, there is nothing we can do.

"I just have to drink now......"

That's what I'm saying.

Larsia makes beer made by Dwarves with high alcohol precision at once. Because of the common sense of Yut and Akane (...) that beer is a cold thing, Oriental stores offer something chilled in an ice fridge.

For this reason, first taste the throat that feels even sober. Go on, not enough to get drunk, but the alcohol rushed all over my body and my cheeks got hot.

Not everything can be washed away with that, but I also feel like it's blown out of something. I don't know if it's my fault.

"What a dish I've never seen before."

"Well, it's totally rude from here on out"

The proclamation of the Knowledge God begins the feast on the collapse.

"Kagra, you've never seen this before, have you?

"Yes. Mr. Acorn taught me how to cook, it's a dish called baking. Eat with soy sauce."

"Hmm. Shoemai."

The dragon women carry in one dish after another, such as fries and pork juice, but Ritna's eyes nail to the bakery, which is placed every time because she knitted with bamboo.

Still turning up the hot air. Grabbing it cleverly, she releases it into her mouth.

The texture of the moist skin continued with a coarse hiccup tooth and the juicy taste spread through my mouth. The delicious flavors of soy sauce mix there, and Ritna, who was just smiling, swings even more.

"... not bad"

The goddess of art, who said she didn't care about eating, also gives her utmost praise.

Is it God's power to use the chopsticks you should see for the first time? Yut has impressed me in strange places, but I can't even confirm it.

"From what I've seen, it looks like it's just fried..."

"We're gonna have a cold beer together."

Something like half-heartedness, but Legra God, soaked with soy sauce enough that Azifried clothes soak up, opens his mouth wide and puts about 80% of it in his mouth.

"Ho."

Naturally, the appearance of fat-roaded magpies. I guess the oil is good, the soy sauce that the fried clothes are fried on seems too much

so it hissed, but the intensity of its flavor was in the middle of Regra God's preference.

taste the fu, pouring beer all the way in, following the Advice of Tyrone - now, Ritna or -.

"Uh-oh!

Moment after moment, the God of Power roared.

Not a problem with Larsia's voice or anything like that earlier, just screaming.

"You're supreme, you're excellent. It is a sin to have had this monopoly."

"That's why you invited everyone."

Apparently, Japanese food is well received by the gods as well. I don't know what kind of diet you usually eat, but I guess there are fewer taboos and more tolerance than normal people.

Nevertheless, Regra God, who had a feeling that he had accomplished in just a machine where he put fried food in his mouth and poured beer into it, was unusual.

"Mm?"

"Monopolies don't bother."

The chopsticks of Regra God and the forks of Exile confront each other on a plate.

"Old man...... Why are you working with God..."

Yut holds his head, having no chopsticks at all and no way to escape to booze. Look at Valtrude, but just puzzled face. That had something going on in my chest, but it doesn't contribute to solving the problem.

Speaking of Arcia, she looked after the dishes worthwhile, such as splitting them into Truss-Sink gods. It's a natural role, but I think it's sloppy.

"A man has something to give way to"

"Exactly."

"We're gonna have kids, and we're gonna grow up!

But I don't get outfield voices.

One person and one column pull chopsticks and forks at the same time. The rock giant (Jarloot) then took his personal liquor from the infinitely stored bag.

"... ho"

"... um"

In particular, a clear liquid is poured into the jock with a crisp sound.

It's vodka I ordered to have fun with myself when I was dealing with Earth.

It's not like drinking on a jock, but naturally, I don't care about either. In the first place, it's not even a straight drink.

Colorless, transparent and doesn't even smell.

Tilt that, both of us, at the same time.

Stimulation of burning alcohol.

A slight sweetness that I feel after it passes.

It brought sighs at the same time as when I tipped the glass.

"This is life itself."

You know what I mean?

Apparently, it compares to drinking.

(Let's leave it to the old man, let's do that)

It is by no means a waiver of responsibility. The right material. Jonah seems happy. Although the question remains as to what to do with Valtrude, who seems to be jealous.

There, Kagra shows up with the next dish.

Even in the tragedy of the store, there is a constant smile.

"Yona, I'm sorry about all the alcoholic dishes. I've been making rice balls, so eat this."

"Even alcohol..."

"You don't have to do this."

Freshly cooked white rice after steaming.

That's the grip Kagra grabbed from his hand. The utensils are the tenderloin of the making - although "tenderloin" does not exist in this world - or the pickle.

"Whoa, rice."

As with the Divine Queen, the Zeras God, who enjoyed alcohol and meals for a couple while getting Alcia to split up, showed a devouring interest.

"Rice, what happened?

"What? I have it."

To Yut's question, the Knowledge God answers the question of his adequacy.

"Double the amount of wheat that is now the staple food around here can be expected to yield. Besides, if you're in paddy fields, there's no continuous dysfunction. How much is this!

Knowledge God does not hesitate to wrap his little hand around the rice balls.

Not so good quality, but delicious enough with a variety of ideas. I feel sweet if I make it look good, and freshly cooked rice is just delicious.

Isn't it well reconciled with the softness of the pickles of the utensils and the sweetness and spiciness of the tenderloin?

"Yeah. Delicious. Of course, staple foods can't be switched immediately, but staple foods are produced by the population, and the population by the power of the state -"

"Look, you."

"Hmm? Ngu. Yeah. Not bad."

The stew is transported from the Divine Queen to the mouth where she was presenting her knowledge and switches to chewing applications. The speech was blocked, but it seems satisfactory.

"Sorry I'm late."

A feast where God and man drink and compare, and people fool and freely drink and eat from God.

Of the dishes that were prepared in the kitchen of the castle fortress, what Akane saw, packed in an infinite bag of storage that seemed ready to serve, was a sight like the decentralization of chaos.

"Sorry. I'm leaving."

"Dr. Acorn!

"Doctor... so...?

"Ah. I already did that..."

This time, however, the Regra God is intentionally engaged with Exile to change places and drink while having an arm wrestle, and the Zeras and Trus-Sink God are in their own world and have no existence to stop the rampant Riya God.

And in Valtrude and Alcia, you wouldn't even think about stopping God if you were afraid.

"Um, because Zhuyin is also in trouble. Stay calm here."

"... Mm"

"Master Riya, I'll be ready for a moment, stay away"

"I have no choice."

Be brave and Yut tried to get in between, but if you want to hear what Acorn has to say, you seem to listen properly. I don't think I lost it, but I can't hide my mental fatigue.

"Mr. Kagra, warm this pan up and let him out"

"Understood."

Kagra, who came out of the kitchen early, received the pot of stew he had been making and putting aside for today.

"Cream stew. Careful, it burns easily."

That much instruction has been given, Acorn is taken to the Goddess of Beauty and Art. At another table in the store, there will probably be a 'art' viewing party.

"Cream stew? I guess it's not like just stew. But I didn't expect this to come out one unknown dish after another... We have to go to the ground again. As a god of knowledge."

"Hmm. That's a good idea."

Wisely, Yut returns to his seat after deciding not to ask. Somehow, a vision emerged of the banquet of the gods at the Hot Springs Inn, a prize for Exile, but it disappeared immediately.

"This stinging tooth feels good"

"If you think it's quiet, you've been eating it!

To Jonah, who was chewing the sashimi to taste one dish at a time, Yut reckons his voice is going to be rough by accident, but rather than getting into trouble.

Nevertheless, how long will this noise last?

The only two people I could watch were Yut and Valtrude, who looked at each other and looked to heaven at the same time.

Chaos.

It is an undifferentiated fragment of the world left behind during the Genesis by the Origins.

Eventually, everything becomes intertwined, disorganized and representative of being one and the same. Verga, the demigod, also loved chaos and had planned a mix between the Brewers and the Earth.

In a different way, but the sight in the eyes of the Yuts was chaos itself.

Who would imagine.

You can't even imagine.

Though it is a minute god (avatar), it is said to have a great noise and banquet in the restaurant where the descended gods have just been formed.

"No, maybe as gods it's normal..."

"I don't want to think so..."

Away from the hustle and noise, Yut and Arcia exchange words in a whisper in the corner of the Oriental House. Because of that, I got away from that chaos. You can't ring like a cuckoo.

The banquet also plugged to the end, and the air seemed somewhat precipitated and white and colored. Exactly no more food additions, and the pile of dishes eaten all over is somewhat sad. Tiredness and fatigue dominated the place, but the goal was not yet visible, although it was supposed to be the end.

In the meantime, I had two laptop batteries once, and after fixing them with a spell, I kept talking.

We should be talking in a whisper in the corner of the store, but I can hear the surrounding conversation inadvertently at a breaking time.

"... why are same-sex romantic expressions so beautiful and resounding in your chest. I don't see that."

"Do you need a woman there? There isn't, is there? I mean, there's no impurities."

Where do people come from and go? In response to questions similar to such questions, Acorn teaches and teaches with some authority like brightness.

The goddess of art fixed her sliding down glasses and snapped them with her fallen face.

"... makes sense"

(I do!?)

I don't know - I don't even want to know - so I don't know, but I feel different. I feel like it, but that corner was too high a chaos concentration to want to get close.

Then, I want you to stop looking at this once in a while.

Yut then turns his attention to the biggest victim.

"Tyrone God is our biological parent"

"Yeah, but?

"That's your mother. I'm so fond of you, Mom."

"Uh. But I like Rashia, don't I?

"Ugh."

Forced by the queen of different worlds and whispering love from the race god, that's the brave warrior of the meadow race. That's right, the hero who saved the world. Tomorrow, let's stick with the game until we throw up.

Yes. That's about all Yut could do.

(By the way, how many times does that story go on...)

Compared to these two groups, the other gods are pretty "better".

Fully intentional with Exile, Regra God ended up with a sore division compared to drinking, shouldering with one person and one column...... Again, he was drinking.

I have prepared a large quantity of rare alcohol for this hospitality, so I don't mind that, but I feel empty when I look at the bottle that goes up in the forest.

"We must compete in the next Regrax Grand Competition."

"Can you enjoy that?

"Of course it is."

Regrax Grand Competition.

It's an overdecorated name, but it's strange because when it comes out of the mouth of Regra God, it's not that uncomfortable.

"What is a Grand Competition?

Valtrude, who doesn't really reach for alcohol or meals - to the extent of five servings of refined, regular people - attends in moderation, still listens in a whisper.

"I, of course, have never seen it before, but I can stage a city called Regrax in the Kingdom of the Chronica, it's like a sporting event."

"The specialty is a race on foot that competes for how many times you can go around the city's outer walls between dawn and sunset. Who gets to the spire best by climbing the outer wall of the tallest tower in the city. And I wonder if there was anything and everything that set the scene around the city."

"- So. By the way, there are no spells, but they're allowed to be armed."

"Wow, thank you for taking the time to explain"

Zeras God accepts Valtrude's subtle salutation to eagle. Rude was certainly not a lie.

Zeras, the god of knowledge, and Truss-Sink, the goddess of death and sorcery, basically drink and eat amicably between the two of us, but occasionally interrupt the conversation, so I can't get out of my mind.

However, without it, Yut, it's not easy to get away from here.

"Umiyu. I can't eat anymore..."

"I don't suppose you're awake, this guy"

Albino girl who put her head on Yut's lap and traveled to her dream country with a satisfied smile. Kids need time to dream, but there's nothing more to admire than the nerves that can sleep in this situation.

No wonder you got away well, but sleeping Jonah is harmless.

"By the way, you. It's time for the feast, isn't it?

"Right."

"Huh?"

Suddenly, a declaration of termination is made.

In unexpected words, Yut listened back with vegetables.

"It's not exactly where it's going to be a little less."

"I'm supposed to be a little busy."

A two-pillared god, who had long regained the majesty of God, smiled glaringly as he tried the apostles.