CH 49.2

Laura-san, who was relaxing on the sofa, petted Torf, a small winged dragon, on her lap while she sipped on her glass.

Indirectly illuminated by the light of the magic lamp with her eyes shining, she looked bewitching.

She looked like the villain boss of a manga or anime.

She only needs to wear long, pin heel long boots.

If that is the case, I guess I’m the doctor who makes monsters…..

Wait a minute, I’m really making all kinds of artificial monsters.

If there’s a hero of justice in this world, he would hunt me down. That’s dangerous.

「We went through a lot of trouble to develop instant noodles but the price was a little high.」

「Yeah, because regular dried noodles are much cheaper. However, aren’t dried noodles selling well to the military? I received a letter of thanks from father in law just the other day.」

「Is that so? Well, it’s difficult to come to terms with the cost. I wonder if we should just sell the powder sauce.」

「Kos…..? I’m not sure but fried noodles were pretty good. Perhaps the higher-ups might buy them too.」

「No no, it’s not profitable unless they are made and sold in large quantities.」

「Uhuh…..you’re thinking of a lot of things. Torf, go and soothe your busy master.」

Laura grabbed the small yellow flying dragon on her lap and pointed it to me. Torf flew slowly by flapping its little wings.

Ignoring my outstretched hands, it landed on top of my head.

Am I its mount?

Or is it just very comfortable on top of my head?

Even though I’m the magic construct maker, I can’t read the behavior of beasts.

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The instant noodles we were talking about last night in our couple’s bedroom was actually a big project that took about three years to develop.

The noodles are deep-fried so that they can be preserved. Only then you can simply pour hot water to eat them.

It sounds simple in words but it was the most difficult thing to make.

First of all, the noodles didn’t taste good.

I tried kneading the ingredients into it and flavoring the oil used to fry them but it just didn’t work.

We succeeded a few times but the cost was too high and the process was too complicated.

It’s fine if it’s just a hobby but not as a product.

A product needs to be profitable.

All the failed products ended up in the stomachs of the slaves as snacks so it wasn’t a waste.

In the end, the finished product needs a powdered sauce that you’ll put on the noodles after you’ve drained the water. It ended up looking like instant yakisoba.

It’s okay because it tastes good but…..

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「Eh? The fried noodles? It is generally popular.」

「Really?」

「We also sell them in the purchasing department at the headquarters and the client who came in the morning often eat them.」

When I came to the Magical Schenker Group headquarters to discuss the fried noodles, I heard a surprising story from our watchdog, Chicken.

I’d heard that they started selling them to the general public but I didn’t think it would be popular.

「I also heard a rumor that Mince-san like fried noodles very much that she has a stash of various seasonings for them in her room.」

「Heh, that’s surprising.」

Mince, the strong-willed scalekin, the leader of the clan, is a tough girl.

My image of her is that she’s chomping on meat from bone that’s dripping with blood.

「She’s hoarding fried noodles for every meal. She unexpectedly likes new things and will even go to eat the new dish of the coffee shop.」

「Fuuhhnn」

That’s really surprising.

My image of her is a cool, dependable girl, but I didn’t know that she was the gourmet hunter type.

The puppy, that I have entrusted to Chicken, climbed on my lap, and rubbed its head against my chest.

It was wearing a cozy embroidered gray vest over its blue fur. It seems like it was quite loved.

Chicken herself is wearing a yellow summer sweater, indigo pants, and gold-rimmed glasses.

She’s a fashionista as usual but I wonder if she saves money or not.

Still, I wonder how she learns these things in a world without fashion magazines.

Maybe there are select shops or something.