"Mr. Faelice? What are you doing?
Reefa came to the kitchen to prepare Aria's meal.
Except for Reefa, who's been told to take charge of the meal, which is a hard place to stop by, but this time I seem to have a client.
Speak to Faelice with a little joy.
"I'm a bridesmaid."
"What!? Are you getting married?!?"
"... not yet, but maybe in the near future."
Reefa raised her voice of surprise at the big news coming out of Faelice's mouth.
Elves have a strong longing for something called marriage.
Naturally that is no exception to Reefa.
With his eyes sparkling, he had an enviable look at Faelice.
"I'm so jealous that it's bridesmaid training! I don't have a meeting yet..."
"You don't have to be in a hurry. - I am."
The moment Ferris turns around to reply, the knife he was using scratches his index finger a few millimeters.
Sometimes I wasn't used to handling it yet, and it was too early to go hand in hand with something else.
It would not stain the ingredients with the taste of blood because it caught my hand reflexively.
Still, Faelice looks at her own fingers bloodshed in dissatisfaction.
"So, are you okay!?"
"... yeah. But I don't know what to do. It's hard. I think I'm going to lose the fish that Illis gave me..."
When Reefa rushed over, there were a few tragic bodies of fish rolling in there.
Although he has the knowledge to remove the built-in, he doesn't actually have the technology to remove it.
With the built-in still in the body, the fish that was smashed into pieces.
Fish that are worn out because they tried to force me to remove them.
Fish whose knife remains stabbed for some reason.
It is a sight that makes me want to cover my eyes.
"This is..."
Reefa's words didn't really come out right away.
From what I've touched the food since I was a little girl, I don't know how I can be this miserable.
Clumsy so far, it also seems a miracle that I just had to slightly hurt my fingers.
"It's just a little harsh to be self-taught. - Yes."
When Fairis said so, he handed the knife to Reefa without saying anything more.
Silent pressure - it would be that you want me to show you an example.
It's not sarcastic that Reefa is willing to say no to it.
For Faelice, and for the life of that lover.
Reefa grips the knife pattern strongly.
"I've never seen this type of fish before, but most fish are fine if you open their stomachs - see"
"Oh, I thought you were gonna take it off your back."
"I find that difficult the other way around......"
Reefer takes out the built-in with a familiar handle.
Fish that I got from Illis - in a slightly rare form, but with much the same structure.
Come on -.
When he threw away the organs of the Dos black mystery, which had only one, Reefa grated them into three pieces so as to flow.
Perfect as an example, but if I were to teach, I might have gone too smooth.
Ferris' face, as touching as it is, is the only salvation.
"I think maybe now we can eat"
"- Ah."
Reefa carried her fingers in her mouth with Pacri as she cut herself to a thin bite size.
"- Whew! Yummy!"
"It's better not to eat that. I just got it for practice."
Reefa tongues out like a dog, feeling bitter on her throat that doesn't seem like a fish.
I managed to put up with throwing up, but it was a pretty critical line.
"But now you have an image that will please Mr. Richter."
"Huh!? Was your opponent Mr. Richt?!?"
While Richt was gone.
An irrevocable mistake is beginning to be made in Distopia - maybe.