Chapter 208

Chapter 208

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]

Chapter 208 Night of the Festival (3)

Vikir, disguised as a witch, was stir-frying vegetables and meat. Limited quantities and a variety of ingredients. However, the number of dishes that could be created with these combinations was endless.

‘It brings back memories. These are the dishes we often had in the field.’

Vikir reminisced about the past before his regression while dunking bread into milk. As the era of destruction prolonged, food became scarce. Supplies transported to the front lines mostly burned in surprise attacks by demons. The small amount that managed to arrive was often pilfered or hoarded by higher-ups. Consequently, what reached the hands of the frontline officers and soldiers was either withered or spoiled.

In the face of anger, the warriors on the front lines had to savor the extremely limited food as best they could. In this process, Vikir learned a lot from his comrades. How to prepare and eat inedible ingredients, which parts to remove from poisonous vegetables, how to restore the freshness of spoiled meat, how to make bitter or sour vegetables palatable, how to neutralize the overpowering taste of strong spices – boiling, cooking, grilling, steaming, frying.

Currently, Vikir was applying the experiences from back then, using limited space and ingredients to maximize flavor.

‘These few simple cafe snacks will undoubtedly surpass the chefs of this era.’

Some signature dishes of the old soldier Vikir, who had roamed the battlefield for a decade, still surpassed many chefs. Of course, this was possible due to the advanced cooking techniques of the previous era and the taste developed over a long time in the field.

“Potatoes grown in Morg clan (Also called Morg potatoes) have a strong earthy smell and no taste. The texture is like chewing sand...”

However, Vikir finely chopped the potatoes, seasoned them with salt and vinegar, and then added mandrake leaves and sabbath tree fruits to the wok, stir-frying over a strong flame.

“This way, the earthy smell completely disappears, and the sweetness and texture come alive.”

Come to think of it, he had handled potatoes this way once before.

“Don’t you have these kinds of things at home?”

Suddenly, the face of a young girl from Morg flashed before Vikir’s eyes.

“...”

Staring at him with teary eyes.

“Hey, want to come to my house and cook? I’ll take you in.”

“By the way, when are you going to enroll in the academy? Let’s go together. I might enroll early in 1 or 2 years. If we become first-year students together, it’ll be fun...”

And then, like it was a matter of course, the two children were glued together, planning their future.

“Where are you and what are you doing now?”

Vikir thought briefly to himself. Surprisingly, he still had the luxury of thinking about others.

“Did I retain this kind of sentiment?”

Vikir shook his head, dispelling all the reflections and focusing on the modest reality.

‘We’ll meet soon.’

When lost in thought, keeping busy is a good way to distract oneself.

Sizzle—

After stir-frying chicken and potatoes, he poured red soup seasoning over them. This nameless dish, which mercenaries on the front lines would eat while sitting on demon corpses in the era of destruction, crossed eras and became a hugely popular new menu at the academy festival cafe.

“...”

Vikir turned his head while holding the wok.

On the tables outside the kitchen, people were enjoying drinks and snacks. The delicious food brought smiles to everyone’s faces as they savored Vikir’s cooking.

“Hey! Amazing turn of events! That guy is a man!”

“Seriously, as long as they’re pretty~”

“Maybe, I like men...”

“Was there such a person in our school?”

“This new freshman for the Cold Department seems to be quite famous. He’s called the Colosseo’s Hottie..”

“I heard this place is famous for its delicious food.”

“Can you take our order? We’ll prepay for our meals. Oh, and since it might disturb our enjoyment, could you please clear away the food and drinks?”

Urgle- The professors and students formed a harmonious blend of humanity.

“Hey, Vikir-oppa? Sorry to bother you while you’re busy, but can I add toppings to this? And I’d like to try the newly added menu.”

Even Professor Banshee joined the fray, occupying a table and continuously placing additional orders.

At that moment, Bianca, who had just finished promoting the event, entered the kitchen.

Seeing Vikir holding a pot and ladle, she was surprised and shouted, “What? Why are you in the kitchen? Hurry up, go outside, and attract customers! Why let that face rot in the kitchen!?”

Hearing this, Vikir nodded, placing the ladle down.

And then, at that very moment.

“No! The kitchen can’t survive without Vikir’s touch! Don’t take him away recklessly! Do you know how many gourmets have fallen in love with Vikir’s taste right now!”

Tudor rushed in, defending Vikir. Thus, the kitchen faction Tudor and the customer attraction faction Bianca began a lively quarrel.

“No! Vikir is an essential talent in the kitchen! Don’t take him away casually! Right now, many gourmets have fallen for Vikir’s taste!”

“Are you kidding me? Making a stew with that perfect witch costume? If that beauty steps outside, our sales will double, easily!”

Upon hearing this, students from the kitchen faction gathered behind Tudor, and students from the customer attraction faction gathered behind Bianca. They started a heated physical confrontation.

“Don’t underestimate the kitchen!”

“The festival’s highlight is customer attraction!”

Led by Tudor and Bianca, students from both positions fiercely battled over Vikir’s job.

Right at that moment.

“Why are these kids fighting?”

Someone pulled Vikir into a hug and helped him stand up.

Suddenly.

“?”

Vikir’s expression changed slightly, looking somewhat bewildered.

A familiar face.

...Why would this person, who should be in the outskirts, be here in Venetior right now?

[Translator – Clara]

[Proofreader – Lucky]