Disciple of Immortal

Even while Renaele was cooking for me, he talked to Noble Mimic as he went back through his notes.

"Cooking Tot Words Tte Taga, Amari Expect Suruna. Lord Nisonna Hobbies Hanai"

This chest is going to piss me off if they ask me again...

I turned to the cooking area, but there was no sign that Renaele would look this way.

I'm just a little relieved.

"Round roasted kinis Luca, crushed Ite medicine Nisulcano doccida. Aleja Cuisine Toho Banai"

... When I hear that, I can somehow imagine.

Indeed, there may be an image of Renaele doing it more briefly and even researching psychotropic medicines than confining himself to culinary methods.

Two golden chicken heads, baked round and coming out side by side, passed the back of my brain.

Speaking of which, you said you'd get Ra's head out on me...

Hey, no matter what comes out, I'll try to eat it off deliciously......!

"Unbundled NoLord Daga, Yoroshik Ask Me"

Noble Mimic leans his body toward me like he's bowing his head.

It shouldn't seem like the subtle, serious part is ridiculing the extra Lunaere.

"You're going to get hit. And even if you're less interested in cooking, your master is a very thoughtful person."

"Really Nisousuka? Cool Zhen Te, Nan Demo Graduate Nak Mature Sutte Face Sinagara, Pretty Empty Time Lisiterzo"

"... that's not true"

"Oreno eyes, see teh word teh milo"

I ignored Noble Mimic and ran my eyes to the notebook.

... it seems like there are a lot of things to remember, even if it's still a basic part.

"Oi, now ignore sulutte kotoja, certified metatte kotodazo, oi"

Noble Mimic crawls around me, claiming to exist just to tell me what to do.

This one, this one, shall I really snitch on Lunaere?

"The master won't be able to cook elaborately, he just won't be interested. If you've spent years just eating for yourself, you know how it feels to be appropriate. Being good at making medicines means that your hands are clever and you can follow the recipe, so I think you can if you want to."

"Nara, other than round-baked chito pills, you have a knockout?

"Nothing. There's no reason to cook elaborately today."

When me and Noble Mimic were talking, the explosion sounded from the cooking area.

"... demon no raid ca?

Noble Mimic speaks flashly.

I quickly grabbed my sword and rushed to the cooking place.

I don't know if I can help, but it could be a big benefactor crisis.

Even if it may be futile, there's a reason to put your life at risk.

... They were caught in a blast. The cooking area was blown up beautifully and the cookware seemed to be littered with wreckage.

The flesh of the blackened demon is scattered.

In the middle of it, Lunaere stood still.

At her feet, a golden chicken, Ra's neck, was visible.

It was attributed to ashes like any other ingredient.

"Are you a monster! Were you okay!

"Cooking...... failed"

"Huh...?

I think I was decided by some kind of explosion, I glanced at the wall and the ground.

I feel like I was saying this because I misheard or because I failed to cook.

I can only think of it after shooting some great magic......

"Sorry, I tried to force something I wasn't used to, I was the fool"

Renaele bows her head disappointingly.

The words are flat as usual, but definitely depressing.

I need to encourage you somehow......!

"... aaa, dryide, extra na look good, zhang lukara"

Noble Mimic hangs the chase.

But he also doesn't seem to have the energy to anger it, and Renaele did not return a response.

Duh, what do I do, this air?

"Oh, yeah! I was doing some self-catering, so you can cook! Leave it to me!

"But we can't leave it to our guests..."

"I've been taking care of you scattered, so let me do that! I just don't know what the cookware is like over here, so can you just tell me that?

This is how I'm supposed to take on cooking in the stream.

There wasn't much to be aware of except that the cookware was fueled with a demonic ore called Demon Stone.

The guidelines don't seem to change very much.

I was allowed to fish for what was likely to be an ingredient from within the Noble Mimic, and I used demonic milk and meat, vegetables and spices to make stews while looking at the information on the ingredients in The Book of Acacia to confirm their suitable use.

... There were a lot of strangely high value things because they came from Hell's Hole (Coquitos), but I decided to get permission to use them because I couldn't seem to make anything if I cared.

I have tasted it, but I think it has been quite delicious even if it is for high value ingredients or just made without difficulty.

I'll give you a plate with stew on it.

Renaele receives with her eyes round as she sees even rare things, and gently stretches out the spoon and stirs the stew.

"Duh, what do you think...?

The moment he ate, Renaele was shrinking his body and blushing.

When I was wondering what was going on, tears were seeping into Renaele's eyes.

And failed!?

"Shh, sorry, didn't it fit your mouth?

"No... I haven't eaten people's handicrafts in a long time, so the..."

Renaele wipes tears in his eyes, then goes on and eats another mouth.

"Thank you, it's delicious"

For the first time, I saw Lunaere smile.

The glare took me away for a little while.

I found out how it is now.

I don't know what happened in Renaele's past, but I'm sure she misses people because she lived alone all this time in the depths of a dungeon.

I thought for a moment and then made up my mind immediately.

"But if it's not the Master's nuisance... well, I, can you let me live here"

"What..."

Lunaere blinks a big eye.

Then he was turning his face bright red and moving his mouth wide open.

He was softly approaching the pot behind him and trying to steal it away. Noble Mimic was surprised to hear me say it and jump up.

He looked restless, alternating between me and Renaele.

For a while, Renaele silenced.

I was just waiting for the answer.

Renaele looks up.

The face at that time was... back to the usual, cold look.

"... what do you come up with? It's annoying to be settled in this hierarchy, so I said I'd make sure you could go outside. When you're done with your training, you'll be asked to leave this Hell's Hole."

Renaele made that clear.

Noble Mimic was lowering his head as if softly.