Ashes and Kingdoms

"You know..."

Hot, and hot. With both meanings, Marius shrugged. Wipe the sweat that conveys the temples with the back of your left hand. Keep the grilled skewer firmly gripped on your right hand.

The place is in the kitchen, in front of you, charcoal burns in the kan, and the fat that melts the surface of the goose meat stung on the skewer is wet. With the heat of the flames, it's going to burn to our faces. The whole kitchen is also quite hot with fire and hot air standing up.

What is a man who would also be Commander-in-Chief of the Royal Nornicom Army doing here? Naturally doubtful, in that it is inexplicable, the other being was much more upward through.

"Marius, my hands are stopped. Don't burn it so you don't burn it."

"Yes, Your Majesty"

Under the immediate guidance of Her Majesty the Queen, Marius turns the baked skewer with a sigh hidden. I don't have to wonder what you're doing, but I can't disobey Elecia's orders at all.

You don't have to worry about burns because they gave you protection, etc.

(I don't have to burn it. It's hot to be hot)

First, if you care so much about the safety of your servants, you just have to give everyone in the kitchen protection. Like it's okay to flip over the boiling soup.

(Well, in short, it's an excuse... to make my own)

Hmm, breathe and see Her Majesty's back moving around busily dressed like a queen. The temper seems to be dissipating from the whole body. Originally from her peacetime, she cooked for her husband and children from time to time, so the arms of something not as good as the main occupation are certain.

"You're sticking it out again this time"

Unexpectedly, he shouted at me, and as soon as he could, he turned his face and clapped his neck. Shit, it's a breeze to talk about something extra.

"Naturally! The man has to know until he stains his skeleton. How prosperous Nornicom is compared to the fallen empire and how fruitful it is to gather in Rofria. I'm going to teach you all about yourself."

"... you may, but every time His Majesty does not wave his own arms, all the cooks in the hall are top notch. Why don't you make an appearance for them once in a while and give them a treat?

"Marius."

"Yes."

"This is my battle. No need to talk."

…………

"My hands are stopped."

"Yes."

When I turned back to the fire, distressed to fix my expression, there was more fire even though I had done nothing, and the flames had completely wrapped the meat. Lift the heavy skewers in a hurry and keep them away.

"And yet, Your Majesty, let us not forget the fire"

"I know!

The reply was a lot of screaming, but the flames healed properly. Compared to the first time, it was a lot more skillful.

At that time, when her mood appeared in all the fires of the furnace and the fire, she had no time to hide because a miserable substitute had been made, and a guest from the empire had come to her on a schedule.

Guests who were supposed to be reminded of the difference in national power laughed luxuriously and, unable to make Her Majesty's heart in vain, flattened the raw and black burnt dish as it was.

(Rather, it might be better not to rely on Lord Genshas' help to demonstrate his original majesty's skill...)

The power of the Flaming Dragon is no longer part of itself for Elecia, and it seems impossible not to let it act at all.

(Luckily for you at least, after that, there was no sign of his stomach condition or how you two got along badly)

When I was thinking back about it, rumors in my head were rumours, or the footsteps that seemed to belong to our guests approached. Marius tried to get someone to stop him a little bit, but it was late on the verge.

"Lord Elecia, long time no see!

The voice of a rampant man echoed in the kitchen, and the flames sparkled there as soon as possible. The screaming of downwork and the noisy noise of removing objects follow it.

The caller was amazed at all the jumping up, looking back with a bright red face and shouting.

"Glaus!"

He tried to scold me, but 80% of what I hear is a welcome voice. Wiping her hands with an apron, she rushed over to the intruder.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop the ambush, can't you at least hold back in the guest room?

"I'm sorry. Every time I go to the castle gate, I feel restrained, but when I get here, I can't wait. Oh, Your Majesty, it is truly an honor and a great pleasure to welcome you today."

Using jokingly playful rhetoric, imperial general Glaus held Elecia over and mouthed her.

Everyone who stays together turns unnaturally to clean up the silent mess.

"... Ugh, really, that was...!

Marius coughed up and turned to the two of them, signaling that Elecia had formally protested.

"General, you were safe on the road and above all, welcome. However, the kitchen doesn't deserve to be turned around for a long time. Please take His Majesty to the guest room."

A word to intimidate Glaus, who thanked him and looked surprised that the commander-in-chief was holding the baked skewer, before opening his mouth.

"If you get hit here, you'll have a dead man"

In fact, some are already dying. Fortunately, in a metaphorical sense.

Glaus glanced around the kitchen with his arms around his lover's waist, gawking at what was a percentage hardship, pulling aside and clapping his neck.

"Sorry to interrupt. Let's say we disperse for good. Lord Marius, I'll see you later."

Marius sends a salute to the general who walks away in salute, and he turns to the roasted skewer. The skin of the goose passed through Paris, and it was black and gobbly.

Next to Marius, worried about how she could reuse this, the chef sighed deeply.

"... from now on, Master Marius will intercept General Glaus at the castle gate and imprison him in captivity"

"Right. Your Majesty is coming to the kitchen because he's not going to be stopped..."

I'd like to stop things at that point if I could, but there's nothing I can do about someone who can't win strategically.

Marius dropped his shoulder in a depressing imagination that he would catch it by throwing a net from above the castle gate.

(Final)