From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

“Have you eaten? ”

The man who sold me the amulet, smiling brightly, raised his head.

After a long time, he opens his mouth.

“The amulet is authentic, just in case. ”

It was a euphemism. Even if it's real, it's probably fake.

Of course I believed him.

“I already tore it up. ”

“…… You're not asking me to come back and return the money now, are you? ”

He opens his mouth again.

I don't trust people. I get it.

Valtis is also a maritime trade city, so people from other continents used to gather there.

So, of course, there's a lot of fishing going on.

Among them, the fortune teller or prophet could not have been hit by a foot, but he could have seen it in one of the ten stalls.

The man who revealed himself as‘ Noorie ’was treated like that, so he told the innkeeper not to waste silver coins in useless places before.

I'm well aware.

Sitting here and knowing that most of what he's been through, it's close to shame.

But this guy was real.

The truth said again.

“I've finished it. ”

Well, I don't want to ask.

I shrugged and said,

“I was just asking if you really ate. ”

He said in his sights, even to Digo, behind me. It reminds me of a beady dog with caution.

“Why do you ask? ”

“Because I believe you're a wizard. ”

When he couldn't breathe, he closed his eyes and said,

“…… But? ”

“That's why I want to buy favors. ”

I'm starting to wonder why. I was used to that look.

At the same time, I thought about his relationship with the city that he was stepping on.

Due to the evolution of marine trade, Baltis has developed a dish that utilizes fish, fish, crustaceans, and more.

Steamed fish eaten in Baltis, grilled clams, and sea crabs were really a delicacy.

I can taste it, too, I think.

But what's proportionate to the price of cooking?

When you are rich, your mouth is pleasant and when you are poor, your mouth hurts.

It's written on the mouths of the citizens of Valtis. Of course, the city was a wealthy city and a lot of it was given to its citizens.

There can be no poverty in a city with two strings: field and marine trade.

If we had a place like this around our house, we'd close our eyes and try to turn it back to the land of the republic.

No, if I hadn't, Grapefruit and Lynd would have done it with their hands and feet.

Valtis was that coveted land.

After all, the dishes here are excellent, but they may not be more palatable.

For example, if you grew up inland for a lifetime, do you have a jaw that will catch the subtle taste of steamed fish?

“The first time I got to Baltis, I ate a green fish, and I spit it out without eating it properly. Well, then, do you know how much that was? It was worth ten silver coins. I was disappointed in more than just myself. That was my entire fortune. So I sat on the pavement and started selling some of the things I had in my arms. ”

The person who said this to me really cared about me. He took care of me and used to tell me things.

For example, he said he was originally a wizard, and he was from the West.

At first I thought it was a joke, but then I had to believe it because there were so many things I didn't know unless I was from there.

On the night when the sun hides and the moonlight rises, I remember Stu, who lit a campfire and set up a flat stone to eat.

The stew I had when I first met him was the best I had ever tasted.

I learned how to grill meat by setting stones on him, and how to grill ducks with clay.

Originally a wizard, but funded by a Western pursuer.

He was banned from the Eastern continent.

Survive there and get what you truly want.

“Have you tried the spicy pork ribs? ”

"...... Huh?"

In my wild words, he blinked and looked at me. I squatted in front of him. And I started talking calmly.

“I can feel the aroma of red seasoning as soon as I see it. Ha, I'll melt this in my mouth as soon as I put it in. If you poke the side of the meat with a fork and pull it, the spice is torn apart and mixed with oil.This is the only time you can see a lot of food. I can assure you that the taste of it is mixed with the sweet, sharp taste, and that the dead will regret it for the rest of their lives. ”

The response met my expectations, even though it was a sudden story.

Gulp.

Noorie swallowed the saliva.

Gulp.

Digo swallowed the saliva.

It seems too detailed.

I smiled.

“Do you want to eat? ”

Nod.

Noorie nods and opens her mouth.

“Yes."

“Speak freely. ”

I knew his age and his real name. Noorie soon packed her things on Juju Island.

I piled the items on the cloth, and immediately I rolled them together with a cloth.

When I grabbed the end of the cloth and made a knot and bent the stick behind it, it became a burden that the pedestal injury would carry.

“Then let's go."

When I spoke, he paused for a moment and said,

“It wouldn't be fun if you tried to steal me or something. ”

He wasn't afraid to look at Digo.

You're confident.

Despite my diligence in performing the role of my Performing Knight, Digoya has remained silent.

If Alice had heard, she would've already asked for a fight.

No, I think you left it there. This man knows nothing about swords.

I took him to the inn. On the way, Digo asked.

“Then why haven't you ever made it in the territory? ”

Huh? Oh, steamed ribs.

Knights of our territory eat well, including me. And the human instinct is to like delicious things.

I also explained why Digo's question was legitimate.

“It's annoying.”

There were other reasons, of course.

To use the kitchen instead would be to violate the chef's authority.

I respect the chef of our territory as a person who has learned to cook.

Except for the one that was poisoned.

After entering the inn, Digo goes upstairs and brings Barnes.

Now my Squire candidate, who had given up running away, looks down at me.

“Are you here?”

Well, maybe if he misbehaves, he'll run away.

I wonder if Barnes should flee first or if he knows what I gave him.

I'm doing my best to be the successor.

“Hello?”

The innkeeper gave me a rough idea of how to say hello.

After lunch, the inn was quiet. There were no people sipping beer since midday, and there were a lot of boats that went out on a good day.

I went into the kitchen and took out the pork ribs prepared in the prepared seasoning and boiled them like stir-fried water.

Soon, a spicy and sweet smell spread in the kitchen.

"Hmm."

The innkeeper sniffs his nose and pushes his head in.

“What are you making? ”

“East continental, steamed pork ribs. ”

I answered and put the ribs in the bowl.

The so-called "red ribs" is the original name of the so-called "Steamed Wizard" who first stepped foot in the land and ate it.

And the wizard who had eaten it said there was tears in his eyes.

‘Yes, I gave up magic to eat this! ’

You said "yes."

I came out with the bowl. Digo, Barnes and the innkeeper flew the bowl with me.

“Let me try some, too. ”

The owner said.

Whatever. I nodded my head and everyone sat down and started eating.

Noorie pokes the meat with a fork and sticks it in her mouth.

And the moment I put it in, I focused on the hot breath. Chewing and blowing, I immediately turned my tongue around in my mouth, swallowing and opening my mouth.

“Ah."

That's right, elasticity that comes out of nowhere.

“That's spicy.”

Barnes attacks the meat in the bowl like crazy.

Digo was speechless. He ate without rest.

“Were you a chef? ”

An innkeeper with a lot of red seasoning on his mouth said.

Not right now, it's a full-time job.

I was a mercenary and a cook.

I'm confident in field cooking, but that doesn't mean I can't make it official.

My cooking teacher was strict in this area.

Based on what I've heard from him, I know he's been in the Eastern continent since the Orc Wave.

Finding people was too easy when I knew when and where.

The sorcerer he was forbidden to eat was more important than magic.

However, only the teachers, the pottery, and those who accepted them as wizards lived on the West.

Horses are a continent, Wixus is a small piece of land.

Sercado won't be able to do it on an area.

And there is no country, no king.

There was only one group of Orlottes.

A place for every wizard's academic research and development, nicknamed the Dragon Nest.

Full name, four towers.

“Ha, ha."

If I put seasoning on my mouth, my lips will be sore, but I eat hard.

Of course, I ate well. The meal was quick.

Approximately 10 people were prepared, but the tax disappeared soon. Digo later looked sad at the empty bowl.

Son of a bitch, it takes all day to make this. Boil it properly, take it away, marinate it.

So there's no more now.

“Anything else? ”

Noorie asked.

“Is that your real name?"

I asked a question instead of an answer. Noorie wiped her hands on the tablecloth while washing her fingers and stole her mouth with a cloth.

He says with a slight redness in his mouth.

After eating, my confidence comes out, not my greedy puppy voice like before.

“Are you from the nest? ”

Phineas Rey, he would love to see my face, and it was so dramatic that it wasn't my job to get him on my side.

But this guy was different.

My cooking teacher was a former wizard, but he lost his magic, and at that time he had already given up a lot due to gold.

I didn't have one ear, one eye, two hands and a ring.

The western continent's financial incentives were not only magic. They were physically punished as well.

It's funny to hope he's okay, given the way he was.

But even in that situation, we've lost so much.

He was determined to open a new horizon of flavor by eating all the dishes on the entire continent and making his own.

The teacher and the person in front of him were different people. I knew it.

He admired cooking but remained vigilant to me.

Suddenly, he had a small stick in one hand and his other hand on his waist. There was a leather pouch hanging from the waist, and I could hang Diego on to the magic catalyst.

“I'm not.”

“Then what? ”

“My name is Chris Fraunmoont, and this is Digo. ”

The man and wizard who were going to be my cooking teacher opened their mouths.

“My name is Vitalia. ”

“And he's a wizard. ”

Vitalia, the name of my cooking teacher.

“Nest or bounty hunter? But I can't have the bounty on me already. ”

My head must be spinning when I'm full.

“The amulet you gave me triggered properly. ”

So believing was, of course, an excuse, but a good reason.

“...... Did you have a fight with the Wizard? ”

Vitalia's hands were still at war.

“I was from the North. ”

“Then that's enough. Why me? ”

“I don't think I'll let it stand in Wixus. We're fugitives.”

“How could you do that! ”

He said in shock, pointing at me with a stick. Digo shakes his head.

I didn't say a few words, but he's on his own, blowing his whiskey.

His head spins, but his innocence goes nowhere.

I understood Vitalia.

Sixty lifetimes, of course, it does not look that good on the outside, but the age of the wizard could not be measured on the outside.

For a reclusive loner who has studied magic for sixty lifetimes and lived there, the wall of the world is too high and harsh.

When I met a con man, I lost all my fortune and believed in him.

Well, in fact, when I first left the continent, I was told that I had been scammed a lot.

“Noticeably.”

Let me tell you, Vitalia mutters.

“They say the central continent is swift. ”

That's not what I meant.

Anyway, here's the thing.

“Are you confident you can escape the pursuit of Wixus? ”

No. I was told it was an escape from an unfortunate, unfortunate debt opportunity.

“... I don't know, I just wanted to eat and think about it. ”

This was the most unfortunate thing about Wixus, the West.

They were not interested in food. Well, sometimes there are people like that, but most wizards don't even have time to study magic, so why do they spend time eating?

This guy was the biggest complaint in the world.

I saw him and I said, It was the same as before.

“When we get to our territory, we put butter on freshly baked bread, put a bunch of chopped beef in the middle, and we mix cheese and cabbage, and it tastes amazing. Once you eat it, you won't be able to eat without getting drunk again. ”

“…… this much? ”

“It's a different dish. ”

What he pointed to was an empty pot. Barnes just lifts his finger and sweeps through the seasoning.

Gulp.

Bittalia swallows the saliva. He was a man who could eat with a knife to his throat right now.

I told him to eat and talk if he met a thief on the road.

“Hmm. How far is it from here? ”

Look, you're not the tracker behind you right now, you're distracted by eating.

“Quite. If you carry a tracker, you'll never see it again. ”

I reminded him of his dangers.

He thought. No, he pretended to think.

It was absurd for me, a great actor.

“Are you a little, uh, headless? ”

Digo asked. It was such a small voice that I could only hear Weiss Knight.

No way.The wizard is basically the one with a flat head.

Of course, it's too bad it only draws the way it wants.

Vitalia was the kind of person who put everything she had into cooking.

“No, it's pure. ”

Originally at the age of sixty, it was pure in nature.

He told me with the boy's face.

“I'd like to try that. ”

“Then you should eat it. ”

I smiled.

“You always smile so much when you lie to someone. ”

Digo said it was just me again.

Son of a bitch.

“But, after, the tracker. ”

And now you're worried?

Anyway, I remembered my former teacher with a smile in my heart, and at the same time I opened my mouth.

“Let's head west again. ”

He blinks at me.

He's the world's favorite person to eat.

And he hates it the most to go back to Wixus.

Even though he was banned, he did not regret his life.

The Sovereign Union remained satisfied with its choice.

I didn't want him to be forbidden this time.

My words made Vitalia's face crumpled. A face filled with fish.

But you don't have a choice.

He will accept my offer.

“What are you talking about? ”

The innkeeper who was just there asked.

“Literally. ”

“What if it's Fraunmoont? ”

He asked again.

“As I've heard. ”

I gave him a rough answer, and he blinked.

“I didn't commit a death sentence or anything, did I? ”

He said, I laughed.

Who can blame a merchant for doing his best to gain.

And since I am the monarch, I will do my best to protect my land and my people.

A little lie will do just fine.

“No.”

I woke up laughing. The innkeeper didn't care about any rumors tomorrow morning.

I was leaving at dawn today. The destination was a mountain range that crossed western Wicksas.