Hakai no Miko

Marco is a secret detective.

But amateurs alike - no, they're just amateur secret detectives.

Marco is not a trained person as a spy in the first place. He was originally a boy born in the house of a squire serving the local lord of Holmea.

A squire is an intermediate existence between a knight and a peasant. Usually, like peasants, they farm the land given to them by their lords to obtain food. But once a battle is fought, he will fight with a spear and follow his lord. There are half soldiers and half farmers like that.

Such houses of squire are never wealthy. The land being given by the Lords is also a narrow thing to finally build a small field at best. Naturally, that's not all a family gets to live for. For this reason, it was normal for many of the servants to snuggle their mouths (here) with the help of neighborhood farming.

Most of those squire didn't leak, and Marco's house was poor. Ordinary peasants would have lived a better life.

Born in such a squire's house as the third son of nine brothers, Marco was a troublemaker by birth.

The role was also recognized in the house for the eldest son, who inherited the house, and for the two men, who were substitutes in the unlikely event that the eldest had one. But if he is also a three man, he is no longer a useless long object. A man born into a squire's house who does not succeed such a housekeeper has no choice but to pave the way with his own talent, whether he will be adopted by another squire's house or by a farmer whose tracks are gone.

But even in flattery, Marco was not a resourceful boy.

I was taught how to handle spears as a hobby born into a squire's house, but my arms are not raised, and even my younger brothers lose. Even when it comes to helping with farming, the procedure is so bad that it takes twice as long as others.

Now if I was discouraged, I would have been adorable, but Marco was a natural Rakuten. Whether angry or cursed, he regarded it as an exhortation, and always smiled and behaved brightly with Nico, such a boy.

It is a dish when it comes to such Marco's only handle.

Anyway, I loved cooking and eating. He also ends up saying that holding a large wooden spoon that scratches the soup is more suitable for sex than waving a wax or spear.

This doesn't force me to be scorned by my family for stupidity and stupidity.

Such a turning point came to Marco when rumors broke out that the city of Bornis had been occupied by rebel slaves.

"Let people out to explore the state of rebel slavery in the city of Bornis"

Such an instruction was given to Marco's house by the local lord of Holmea, whom he serves.

Besides, Marco's father was in trouble.

We are mere squire. I've never been trained as a detective. I didn't think we'd make it home safely to the city where the fierce Zoans would nest. Both the lord and the hundred should know such things. Then it was perceived that this would be used as a hiding place to distract attention from a secret detective who was destined to be.

I'm coming.

It was Marco who gave his name to such a troubled father.

Marco, too, was about the time he had to leave the house. But there's no one you can count on or go to when you leave the house. I was just vaguely wondering if I should go out into the big city and even find a living job there. Though a secret detective there, the lord's story of taking care of the living quarters was a ship for Marco to cross.

It was also convenient as Marco's father. Marco's younger brothers and sisters are still too young to give out their dear eldest or second son. In that regard, Marco was just fine, even in the sense of being troublesome.

Thus Marco became a secret detective and infiltrated the city of Bornis.

Marco, who was taught simple basics by a man named Liaison Officer, went to the city of Bornis to live and work at the merchant's house, where he was delivering food to the Lordship's residence, as an introduction to the son of a distant relative of a man. So Marco was told to wander around the interior of the official residence while he was working and gather information from people.

And there was someone to stop Marco, who was somehow observing how people were doing while still transporting the ingredients to the kitchen of the Lords' residence that day.

"You're a face I don't see much of"

Marco looked back and there was an amazingly beautiful elf woman there. Marco, wandering through the kitchen, is surprised and talks about getting in and out of the kitchen as recently as he is questioned.

"Looks like you were looking in the kitchen, but was there anything interesting?

Marco gets in trouble with the question that the elf woman, who was listening with a nod to every one of her stories, puts in. No matter how much Marco, I felt bad about saying that I was exploring the interior of the official residence.

I can smell Marco's nose wondering what to answer.

"Zoan's Cuisine"

That's what Marco said unexpectedly to the exciting smell of that spice.

"I'm worried about Zoan's cooking!

That's not a lie at all.

Initially entering and leaving the Lordship's residence, he happened to have the opportunity to be behaved like a dish flavored with Zoan style, but Marco will not forget the shock and emotion at that time.

Rarely eaten meat. Until then, flavoring was salty - even though I only knew that was pretty thin too, it tasted like spices that could be baked in that mouth. Stimulation that stabs the back of the nose properly. And the flavor of meat that sprinkles from behind it. I was thrilled that there was something so good in the world.

Marco talks about Zoan's cooking with the intention of deceiving suspicious behavior, but as he talks, he forgets his original purpose and speaks enthusiastically. To that unstoppable momentum, he was an elf woman who was slightly fed, but blocked Marco's words, he said:

"I see. You're into Zoan's cooking, aren't you?"

Marco shook his head vertically desperately. Then the elf woman smiled nicely. It is a grin as if the stump were dull and the large wheel of flowers opened.

But Marco felt scared for some reason about it.

"Great. I'll hire you in here. That way you can see Zoan's cuisine up close"

Marco was surprised by this sudden suggestion.

According to the liaison man's story, a number of secret detectives who had so far attempted to dive into the Lords' residence have been found out who they are and have either been captured or had to flee. They told me it was so hard to break into the Lords' mansion, but they invited me from the other side.

Besides, I wonder how much that elf liked himself. He just went directly to the merchant who now works at the residence and explained the situation to me, until he told me that if he gave me his contact details, he would also send an apology letter to the remote man.

Marco was delighted to know how lucky she was.

If this serves as a secret detective well, your lord will praise you, and your family will be delighted.

Above all, you can see that Zoan dish up close. Maybe you can teach me how to make it. No, no, maybe we can eat it!

Marco accepted in a reply.

Fortunately, then a few moments later, a letter was delivered from the liaison man stating, "Don't worry about me, I'll refine to a new job".

Marco, who thought he might be told to stop because it was dangerous, is a ho. I'm just a little concerned that it was written with a slight emphasis on "Never mind about me". Interpreting that it would also mean concentrating so much on his work at the Lords' residence, Marco began to live and work in the Lords' residence with joy and courage.

But as soon as he starts working at the Lords' Mansion, Marco gets in trouble.

There was a small amount of food.

At this time many of those who live and work in the Lords' residence are the women of the elves. As a result, meals become the norm for them.

This was important to Marco.

Like other fantasy worlds, the elves of this world are also a species living in the woods.

But when it comes to the species that live in the woods, they are never kings of the woods. Their ears developed also to detect enemy raids as soon as possible in the woods with poor prospects. This is a sign that, like the rabbits, they were on the side where the elves were preyed upon from the carnivores, etc.

Also, the elves' natural enemies are not all carnivores. There are also numerous small killers in the woods, such as vipers and poisonous insects hiding in bushes and grass.

To escape such natural enemies, the elves lived on trees. And they built dwellings upon the great trees, and they came and went between the trees, and they built villages.

For the sake of their lives on such trees, the elves had a custom of abomination of obesity. These points may also be why they are not compatible with Dwarves who assume their fuzzy shape is beautiful.

Anyway, such their diet is very qualitative. For the most part, a piece of bread the size of a fist, a few dried grapes and apples, and just a small amount of nuts. Occasionally I also get meat from birds and beasts, but that's not a big amount either.

This was not enough for Marco to eat.

But I can't complain about that, even though I just appreciate being fed. That said, my stomach is honest. No matter how much Marco tries to put up with it, if he gets hungry, his belly bug will sound.

Even that day, when Marco tried to take a break after his afternoon job, his stomach rang out once again.

That's right, Marco, too, is embarrassed if someone asks for a belly bug to ring. Walk to the unpopular so no one can ask. Then I found a bush that looked just right to hide.

Marco decided to hide there until the belly worm was quiet.

Marco had been nodding around hungry for a while, but all I can think of is food. The more I try to shake it off my head, the more it all comes to mind about food one after another.

And Marco, who is finally unbearable, speaks out in his voice.

"" Oh, I want something delicious... "

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"Hey......" he calls out, Ethereal Horse.

"Hello......" I return. Marco.

We were talking to each other, to ourselves who thought we were the only ones on this occasion to divulge. Yet Ethereal Horse and Marco, surprised by the coincidence that there were people nearby and they divulged the same word, stare at each other silently for a while.

There, Gulluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu sounded loud.

That is the sound of a loud belly bug sounding from Marco's belly. The Ethereal Horse erupted unexpectedly into the sound of a belly bug that broke a strange silence. Contrary to that, Marco blushes.

With a laugh, the Ethereal Horse divided the bread in his hand into two pieces and offered it to Marco.

"Do you want this?

Marco does not hesitate for a moment and thanks for the bread.

Then, as they lowered back to the ground and lined their shoulders, they began to crouch bread together.

He was a pale horse who had been silently breading for a while, but he leaks one sigh.

"... you want something delicious"

"Right..."

Marco also agreed with Smudge and Ethereal Horse.

Marco has yet to be blessed with the opportunity to eat the Zoan dishes he was expecting. Those days are like torture, when Zoan women smell the smell of cooking three times a day that she comes with a lord.

With that in mind, my dissatisfaction with my current meal brings my head.

"By and large, if the lord here hadn't kicked the cook out of his official residence, he would have had something a little better!

To Marco, whose plump cheeks swell to state her dissatisfaction, the Ethereal Horse causes the bread to clog her throat.

When the Ethereal Horse took control of the city, there was also a human cook in the Lordship's residence. However, the dishes he cooked were a lot better than what he ate in the tavern when he first came to the city. Besides, the best treat served was just a round roast pork.

Besides, the cook was furious to hear Shemr say, "This would be better if I made it," and the Ethereal Horse also agreed on it. Then it was a piece of dried meat that Shemr offered to the barking cook to eat your dish. Ethereal horses blued their faces wondering how rude it would be to serve dried meat, a portable food, as opposed to the whole roasting of pigs cooked over time.

Then, it appeared that his pride had been hurt, and when the cook, who had spoken of dried meat, walked away with tears in his eyes, he ceased to appear again.

Pointing to the fact that he was responsible for one end of such a deteriorating dietary environment, the Ethereal Horse had to laugh bitterly.

I don't know about that. Marco screamed even more.

"For the most part, if you're about to eat bread right away, you don't have to bake it twice!

That is also the first ear of the Ethereal Horse. Ask Marco what the hell this bread is currently eaten at the Lordship's residence, once the baked bread has been dried, it has been re-baked for added preservation.

If you ask me that, the Ethereal Horse remembers. Previously, I had instructed that bread served to me with the intention of admonishing luxury should be made the same strong bread as the common people. Maybe that was the bread I baked twice.

If I didn't say something good about myself, the Ethereal Horse would be dismayed to think that some more decent bread would have been eaten.

"I'm sure the lord here has never eaten anything delicious."

So the depressed Ethereal Horse also mucks at Marco, who gets seriously angry if he doesn't try to eat something delicious. The current words were not to be overheard. I don't want people in this world to tell me they've never eaten anything delicious.

"Let me tell you something, I don't know about the food here."

The pale horse who became intent spoke to Marco about the dishes he had eaten in modern Japan.

Beginning with soft and sweet bread, he talks enthusiastically about confectionery bread and total vegetable bread with various ingredients, and even general popular foods such as ramen and curry rice, specialty dishes from all over the place he ate ahead of his family vacation and, finally, fine ingredients such as foie gras and truffles, which have never even eaten a pale horse.

Tales of raw fish-eating sushi and sashimi were disapproving, but Marco was also listening to stories of other dishes with his eyes sparkling.

Among them, Marco showed the most interest in bread, which is still a familiar food.

"The bread where I was was was sweeter, softer, fuzzier, and more delicious than anything here."

Marco was still drooling of covetousness in the story of bread told by the Ethereal Horse.

Marco has never seen, heard or, of course, eaten such bread before.

"Sweet, soft, fuzzy...!

Is that bright white cloud-like bread floating in that sky? I'm sure it's not very tasty if you eat it, it's the kind of bread that floats in the sky like that.

"Where do you get that bread? How do you make it?!"

To Marco, who has eaten more than expected to talk about bread, the Ethereal Horse gets better and tells him how to make bread. Marco tides his cheeks with excitement at the way he makes bread that is not found in this world, such as mixing dry east to promote fermentation in warm places.

"Wow! That's how you bake it, you're fuzzy, soft, and yummy bread!

The Ethereal Horse answered "Well," but he was the best at it. But in the next word of Marco, the pale horse hardens.

"So what's" whichever way "to fluff that bread?

To Marco's question, the Ethereal Horse returns to me haha.

Until now, the Ethereal Horse has not tried to spread modern baking. This is because, in front of Shemr, who cooks meals for herself as she does every day, baking herself some bread was foolish, but no more East fungus was available.

"Hey, wait a minute. Is there an East fungus in this world in the first place?

Wheat and soybeans existed, but no corn or potatoes have been found. Just like that, not everything that was in the original world is there.

"But you can drink, so there are definitely microbes like that."

Without those microbes, you shouldn't even be able to drink. At least there are beer and wine, so I guess there are those microbes.

But then, if you ask me where the East fungus is, the Ethereal Horse will also suffer from the answer.

"I'm not talking about alcohol, I'm talking about bread..."

Ethereal horses rush to excuse Marco for wanting me to teach him how to make fuzzy and soft bread.

"Huh? No, wheat juice and all that becomes alcohol is also due to an invisibly small organism. East fungus is one of those little creatures."

"How do you know it's an organism when it's invisible? How do you know there's such a thing?

To Marco's unexpectedly sharp point, the Ethereal Horse gets stuck in words.

Marco is not saying it because he wants to defeat the Ethereal Horse. I'm just bumping into pure doubt.

But that's why the Ethereal Horse gets in trouble. I didn't know how to explain the existence of microbes to humans in this world, I just leaked awkward and pointless words out of my mouth.

"... - Ma! Where?! Don't go back to work!

At that time, the Ethereal Horse noticed the voice of Shemr calling himself from afar.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I have to go now."

With all this luck, the Ethereal Horse also shook off Marco's call, trying to escape the scene and walked away.

"Ahhh. He's gone..."

Marco, left alone, gets soggy. I'm sorry I wanted to talk about more food than just fuzzy bread.

But I can't just rest myself. Marco walked out to the kitchen, which was his place of work, when he got a small temper.

Along the way, casually looking up, I see only one white cloud drifting round the bright blue sky.

Marco swallowed the gokuri and spit.

"Fluffy, soft, delicious bread..."

In the village where Marco was, the bread was cooked together throughout the village to save precious fuel. And Marco, who was usually called cursory or foolish, is also a popular person in the village just then. The whole village asked me to bake bread for my family.

And Marco was also very happy to see the faces of villagers and families eating the bread he baked with great joy.

Marco remembers it makes me want to bake bread asexually.

"... All right. Let's bake some bread!

Marco loosened his plump cheeks.

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Behind the Lordship's residence, a woman visited Eladia, who was doing the chores of the day as chief woman, for a report.

"Sister. He wants to borrow a kiln."

Eladia, who stopped holding the pen, thinks for a while, and then sees that it's about Marco, she leaks a small sigh.

"... I don't mind. Let him do as he pleases."

In Eladia's reply, the woman showed hesitation, but after a while she decided to open her mouth.

"Sister. He must be a secret detective. Why would you let someone like that..."

Recently, many suspicious figures were visible in the city of Bornis.

Many of them are merchants who dream of grabbing a thousand dollars, displaced persons who seek work in pioneering lands, and desolate mercenaries and bandit collapses who seek to become.

And it was the secret detectives that seemed to have been unleashed by neighboring countries and organizations that were mixing up and increasing with those people.

Their aim is to explore the reality of the radical transformation taking place in the city of Bornis and the person who will be the "Son of Destruction" who is causing it - namely, the Ethereal Horse.

It was Eladia, who held the human rights to the Lords' residence as the chief female officer, who was preventing those scouts from attempting to dive into the Lords' residence with those hands. Without her, events at Bornis' official residence would have slipped through neighboring countries, and if she had been bad, the Ethereal Horse would have been assassinated as well.

But Elf's women were inclined to their necks when Eladia, who had previously paid off all of those snitches, hired a boy named Marco.

Marco is too suspicious to behave, even from the women of the elves. I know he was going to hide it, but he was obviously too suspicious to try to peek into an important part of the official residence or force himself to shake the subject of the Ethereal Horse even in everyday conversations.

"I understand that."

However, Eladia lightly admitted that Marco was suspected of being a spy.

"Have you ever fished?

All of a sudden the woman who was told the story of fishing shook her neck to the side, facing each other.

"Fishing involves choosing bait and needles depending on the fish you are after. If you're after a small fish, a little bait, a small needle, and a discreet thin fishing line. But if you're after big fish, you use plenty of food, big needles, and thick threads."

Eladia chuckles.

"Perhaps you realize that whoever sent that one in also surrounds us after finding out we're secret detectives. That's exactly like a big needle and a thick fishing line. If you're a somewhat smart fish, you're never going to eat it up. - But what if that needle had plenty of good food on it?

Behind the Lords' residence, where no secret detective has ever been allowed in before. For those who want information on the Ethereal Horse, Marco must be an irresistible source.

"Still, if it's about cowardly clutterfish, I won't eat it. But if you've noticed needles and threads and you've got fish to eat, that must be pretty big."

Even if the organization that sent Marco in butts in, other organizations might try to use the lateral connections to make contact with Marco. That would be a good opportunity to get a grip on all the detectives infiltrating this Bornis.

"Now I just threw bait and fishing needles into the water. The fishes will also be on guard for a while. But in time, there should be fish eating up intolerably. Keep an eye on the movement of the needle and thread."

Eladia faintly flashed those red lips.

"For a while, let him do whatever he wants. Raw bait must live well."

At this time, Eladia never expected a fish different from her expectations to eat at Marco.