Even Though I’m a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an Adventurer Isn’t Too Much of a Hassle

Apple rabbit chopped, intestinal octopus chopped. We often hear about cooking techniques that process ingredients to mimic animals, but Shirley's, the Alliance's most powerful swordsman, the White Sword Ghost, is nothing like the rest.

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The legend says the legendary double dagger was waved by a saint who purifies all sorts of impurities such as all kinds of poisons, evil, and temper. The blade tore through numerous vicious demons and, even if painted on a violent bloodtide, continued to retain a beautiful blue and white blade without any rust or stain, hosting at times the power of purification, characteristic of the saints.

How far the legend of that saint is true...... at least a few hundred years later it is now unclear, but at least the legendary double dagger existed and was protruded by a statue of the devil resting in the sea of trees, which is now at Shirley's disposal.

With such a legendary dagger in his hands, he closes his eyes to assume the result, assumes the process, and sharpens his nerves with his general weakness. By the magic that blew out of her body, her snowy white hair swept through the wind.

Reacting to the magic of such a bearer, the double dagger begins to emit from its blade the light of purification that pays off any impurities. More than this, the ghost of the sword will overthrow him is the king of serpents, enormous enough to dwell on the mountain, or the great demon of the three sided six-arms, wrapped in anger again?

At least if a third party sees only where the legendary saint sets up the dagger of purification wielded, it will look so.

"Well, I'll be there."

But there's one slab in front of her like that. Next to it is Martha with a whole apple in each hand and a pork bowel stuffing. Wearing protective equipment is not a church-made holy armor (because of it) that protects those who are equipped with it from poison and temper. It is also a favorite apron. Finally, I wear my favorite headscarf and my hair is wrapped around the back.

"Please, Mr. Martha."

"One or two of... whoa."

Martha throws apples and intestines at the same time. When the two ingredients drew a parabola and flew in front of Shirley, Shirley moved her hands only for a moment.

That would look amateur as if he'd wielded a dagger with both hands one flash at a time. But in fact, countless slaughters have torn apples and intestines apart. Now, there is no change in shape.

Actually, isn't it hanging up? That's what I thought, the arrow tip, the apple and intestine landing lightly on the slab, while its surface and meat parts fell apart zero.

And what I could do was cut decorations mimicking animals. One dish that deserves to be stabbed with a small skewer for hand use and colored lunches -

"... It's quite different from the decorative cuts I know."

"... are you not?

It wasn't. Martha is unintentionally half-eyed by the extraordinary skill of using even the legendary dagger.

First, cut apple ornaments. This is not a common object with the red-skinned part in your ear, but a faithful reproduction of the whole body of a real wild rabbit, like a sculpted apple. It makes two of them out of one apple.

This is followed by decorative cutting of the intestines. This one is similar to the former, not like cutting into the tip of the bowel and then heating to make it, but a decorative cut like a small model that faithfully reproduces a real octopus. It is elaborate from the shape of the feet and the number of copies to the shape of the head and the eye area.

"By the way, was there a reason I threw apples and intestines?

"I tried to reproduce it faithfully to the back."

"Ah… yes"

Martha was too frightened to say anything else. If you look closely, it reproduces even the meatballs properly on the soles of the rabbits' feet. Wrong direction, a really wasted effort.

"I have a lot to say...... what is it, that glowing knife?

"Do you remember Grania, who visited Villa Taole before?

He is an S-ranked adventurer with the alias Fantasy Butterfly, who was taken care of when the Empire sent him a spell. He is also an archaeologist and descendant of the Canaries.

"I ran into you last month and asked about this dagger, it's a wonderful dish inside, this is... Even when the dagger itself automatically stays clean and purchases unhygienic or poisoned ingredients, you can simply cut it and purify it to make a safe meal for your daughters.... I have two bottles, so I'll give you one if that's what it is?

"I don't need it."

I wouldn't have thought the legendary dagger would be used only as a handy knife, not as a demon. The saint must also be crying in the shade of the grass leaves.

"Steady, it's not so real to say cut apples and bowel decorations, it's to say something that looks like it."

In a way, eating is not easy, but it is clearly out of the spirit of lunch box. Martha wondered what the hell Shirley was up to.

"............... Sophie and Tio are old enough to go to private school"

"? Right. But what the hell is that supposed to mean?

"I mean, in front of my friends, I'm starting to want to show myself as an adult."

Shirley tells Martha harshly, not knowing what she's talking about, who puts a question mark on her head.

Both Sophie and Tio are so-called "mothers and children." But it is only when Villa Taole is out of my friend's sight that I express it openly in words and deeds.

Even outside the Inn, admiring my mother is manifested in words and deeds, but still not so blatantly. Sophie and others would be particularly remarkable. That's a testament to the three knits that are becoming her trademark.

This is more a matter of appearance than parental separation. The girls are about to grow up to be girls. And knowing that and trying to get in the way, it's not in Shirley's choice.

...... Until about five years ago, I only talked about my mother to everyone everywhere, and I think I miss her very much.

"In other words, the lunches of our daughters, which we take to athletic events and which are also in the eyes of our friends, have to be more sophisticated than last year, at the same time as we get older. I won't be ashamed to show it to anyone anywhere, unless it tastes and looks what my daughters deserve most today."

"Well, I understand what you're trying to say. You're going in the wrong direction."

That's why Shirley is now working under Martha's supervision to encourage her to practice making lunches that she takes to athletic events. By the way, I plan to have Martha's husband, who is in charge of Villa Taole's meals, look at it later as well.

"Since this year, Sophie and others have particularly noticeable back stretches. Last year I put the decorative cuts Martha taught me in my lunch box, but I felt a little too cute from the two of us… I was going to make it look a little more adult this year."

"That's why I wouldn't have this..."

I often hear of dishes that look good enough to eat, but how can these two decorative cuts have a strong negative connotation when they are similar to each other?

... eighty-nine out of ten, because of too much reality.

"... is it that bad?

"It's terrible, or I find it hard to eat because it looks too similar in vain. I mean, there's no skin left on this apple, so you stick it in a fork or skewer and eat it, right? It's a little on the boulder..."

You don't need the sophistication of this hand to cook. Those who don't care won't care, but stabbing a fork in a rabbit-shaped apple to eat is too bad an image to be associated with.

"You're roughly too big to be in a lunchbox, you apple"

"Can you even make it smaller?

In an instant, the rabbit-shaped apple is chopped and a smaller rabbit-shaped apple can be made. It is truly a waste of technology.

"And this intestinal stuffing. Is there a guy who puts these realistic octopus cuts in a girl's lunch box?"

"... I thought this was a secret piece of confidence and my daughters would be delighted with surprise."

Look...... and Shirley heats an overly exquisite octopus-shaped bowel in a frying pan. The heat shrunk the meat and fat, and Martha felt indescribable when she saw Octopus's feet move with Uneune.

"In this way, heating gives a sense of dynamism to the shape of the feet, and furthermore, the suction cup floats."

"That's why you're working in the wrong direction."

It's really, really wasted technology. If something like this were in a lunchbox, most people would pull it off.

"In other words, even though you live in the hinterland, you've often been able to faithfully reproduce what octopus looks like. And with one intestine."

Martha only has a cook's husband and has seen seafood several times, but for reasons such as corruption, seafood is still an unfamiliar ingredient in the hinterland, starting with the bordering city.

It is only in this way that the decorative cut of octopus is passed on, but there are not many people in the interior who have never seen the actual product. They're currently working on developing demonic props that can carry long distances while the Canaries freeze and store them, but they'll still be out there.

"When I rode the dragon (Rangitz) to the crusade request, I just stopped by the port town on my way home and learned the general appearance as a reference material.... Well, it seems like such a low rating has wasted my legs"

That's what I told you, Shirley, but Martha knew that it was the way home from a bunch of feats she couldn't accomplish in a normal person, after a struggle that wouldn't be strange if she fell too tired, and went as far away to port town as a shopping trip.

Boasting thousands of bodies, the whole army of Great King Ants boasts the body of a great bear.

Dragons with nine necks, kings of fierce venom that rot the water, the atmosphere and the earth.

That you will not be proud of the ancient great grudge spirits nestled in ghost ships, which have made noise in seaside towns, or slammed with swords that wield with their luxurious bodies.

... No, not exactly, it doesn't matter what feat or medal you get. Sophie and Tio are the top priorities for Shirley.

It's been a long time since I've interacted with other adventurers, but I guess I still can't empathize as a sensation to boast of a martial arts medal like them. For Shirley, a demon crusade is only a means.

"Again, we shouldn't decorate this place, we should compete with flavor and shade without difficulty?

"Right. I think it's definitely better that way."

Martha sighs softly with her nose as she waves her arms, which she can never say are masters except by cutting them, and sometimes notes them in detail when she asks her or her husband's opinion, just looking at Shirley, who eagerly brushes her cooking arm for her daughters.

It doesn't look that way from the outside, but the difference between Shirley and Martha's age is a little over ten. After years of watching the adventurers in this city, the Innkeeper looked at the adventurer as if she were a distant sister of her age... or a daughter who couldn't help but look away.

…… What is it, Mr. Martha?

"It's nothing. Besides, you can't leave that dish right next to the bread. It's not the same as a regular meal, there's a serving of lunch for lunch-"

Outside the city is hell. However, the city is an out-of-the-box peace, and the business of people continues today.

Those days have passed for a while...... sports day has arrived.