Dancing Circles on the Horizon of Events

"Now, Master Elizabeth, I would like the requirements"

"Hey... what!? (Requirements... What are requirements...?

A hunter who gets desperate and thinks about what the hell we're talking about.

However, there was no information that could be inferred from the content of the meeting.

At the very least, if you have any information about the regume of the meeting, or the affiliation of the members participating in the meeting, it is somehow speculative... but you realize that she cannot escape the point at which there is nothing she can do.

... and the hunter, who was cornered, went out into a routine means that could in a way be called a last resort.

"... I'm sorry, but I haven't been able to talk to my home country (South Fortress) yet. So I can't say it's not clear from me yet..."

Speak of excuses that are not lies, and for the time being, shake the spot.

"Ha..."

A man in the role of chancellor who gives a subtle look to the hunter's words.

To the look on the man's face,

"(... was something awkward (first)?

and anxious hunters.

... but in retrospect, nothing unnatural should have happened.

"... would there have been something strange about my words as well?

A hunter asks a man.

Then,

"No. I was contacted by the chairman (Cortex) that Elizabeth would be able to respond immediately, so..."

To his words, a hunter who makes his expression unnecessarily hard.

Apparently, it is not something that can be passed through because it is waiting to hear from the home country (South Fortress).

... but you guessed something about the unusual hunter.

"... Sure, if you think about the content, it's normal to wait for your home country to contact you, so I don't think you can have another meeting at a later date... what about you guys?

The man called for air (?) Make a statement.

From the fact that no one disagreed with such a man's inquiry,

"... so I'll see you later... well, at the same time tomorrow, what do you say we have a meeting place again?

"... oh, I'm sorry. Then I think we can work something out."

It was meant to be.

"(... I wonder why you weren't listening to the meeting)"

It was the long corridor that led to the royal castle dining room that the hunter, who now regretted, was walking.

I was a hunter who wanted Cortex to tell me immediately what the meeting was about, but I had the task (routine) of preparing meals for my people (members who couldn't cook themselves), so I went to the dining room... correctly to the kitchen.

It was only at the outset that the people around her, the nobleman's courtier, had a surprising gaze at cooking massive meals every day, morning and evening, but had recently become accustomed to it, accepted as part of the royal castle's daily landscape.

Well, still, not everyone's doubts about who the hunter was cooking meals for were resolved...

... Is it needless to say that it is rumored as one of the Royal Castle 7 wonders, along with the phenomenon that the door of the conference room opens on its own?

"Dear hunter. Good luck."

A man chef with a gentle expression called out to him when he entered the kitchen.

"Good luck there. Have you finished the ingredients you bought (hunted) in the morning?

"Yep. Of course you are."

"Okay. Well, let's get to cooking fast"

And when the hunters received the ingredients that the chefs were preparing, they put in the magic prop oven for the number of their people and started heating.

... It should be noted that meals for those who are not in the royal castle, such as Julia and Sylvia, the brave, are prepared only without them, and the rest are consumed as bribes for the cooks.

"The monster of the day, because now is the seasonal tentacle trout... I look forward to it now!

A hunter who squeals like that, looking at closed oven doors.

Then,

Cheyne!

I heard a noise from the oven informing me that the cooking was complete.

"Hmm? Something much faster?

It hasn't been a minute since I put the ingredients in the oven.

It's supposed to heat up slowly, like, 30 minutes, but...

"... not moving?

Many times, the hunter attempts to set and move the oven lever (dial) at a specified time.

But...

Cheyne

Cheyne

Cheyne

... the timer stops right away.

"Is that it? Did the oven break... (It was like a new oven... Well fine, try to use another oven...)"

So in an attempt to use another oven that was next door, I opened the oven that the hunter was using...

Two...

... indescribable, scorching smell dominated the whole room.

Hey, what's this smell... "

A hunter holding his nose by accident.

And if you take the ingredients out of the oven...

"Black..."

It was like something that had been overheated and carburized was on top of the heat-resistant tray.

Apparently, it's an ingredient.

"How could you..."

As the hunter stood up in front of the seasonal ingredients that turned black,

"Oh, hunter, I'm sorry!

Here comes the chef who noticed something went wrong with the burnt smell.

"That oven, with a new one today..."

Chef starts explaining it in a way that seems sorry somewhere.

"It's the latest model that uses magic to finish cooking for a set amount of time in an instant."

"Hey... what's that high-tech feature..."

"It's very convenient... but if you don't know how to use it, you're going to be a ton of demonai..."

... I mean, I was going to heat it for 30 minutes, but I was supposed to heat it for 120 minutes.

Guess from the bitter chef, apparently he has failed too.

"... Huh. Well, I don't know. We'll have to make everyone's meals..."

"Everyone's?

"Oh, no, never mind"

... and this day's meal was to be a stew made of bread and salad, and the rest of the demon.

Well, still, my people were delightfully eating it looking delicious, but is it inexorable that there was an unknown and moist emotion swirling around among the hunters?