Hero Manufacturing Machine ~A Job to Make Children~

I usually have a caretaker woman cook dinner, but on that day I promised two beautiful knights that they would cook dinner, so I talked in advance on duty and asked them to come home early.

That's why two beautiful knights in aprons are in front of me right now.

Iona was wearing a cute cherry-colored apron with plenty of ruffles that didn't give her the usual dazzling impression.

That's good.

Very good.

On the day I got set up in the kitchen dressed like this, I'd say, "I want you more than food," and I'd push you down right away.

On the other hand, Maxia said, "Is that an apron? Isn't that the wrong dress? I wore a luxurious apron that would allow me to go to the ball.

Well, it suits me.

Anyway, let's start the match.

"In order to be fair, I have prepared the ingredients. Nothing particularly luxurious and affordable to get in the markets around here. Use whatever you like to cook."

Such a culinary confrontation opened the scene.

Both of them look like knights. Using a blade is like a palm knife. They cut the ingredients apart while carving a pleasant rhythm without any particular danger.

Is Iona accustomed to making? Although she never looked at the procedure manual (recipe), she did not have to be serious and few characters, and the amount was carefully measured to proceed with the work.

On the other hand, Machia is against it.

Though the labor is good, the ingredients are thrown in a massive amount.

I can only say personality around here.

I watched them cook in vain. [M]

And wait an hour less.

The dish is finished and we move on to real food.

First of all, Iona's cuisine, which was made earlier with a small difference.

"Enjoy, Charles."

"Oh, I'll take it."

Deliver prepared dishes to your mouth.

Iona's dishes didn't betray my imagination and were as delicious as they used to be.

There is no surprise that the ingredients and the way they are made are decent, but for some reason they are not tasty at all, and I have come up with an area (level) that embodies the desire to be happy if I can eat this kind of food every day.

Well, I suppose it's fair.

"What do you think?

"Delicious. If they serve this delicious food first, Shia will be poor enough to serve it later."

I gave a frank impression.

"Really!?

"Oh, I won't flatter you."

"I'm glad Charles is pleased with you!

Iona brightens her face to my words. [M]

However, the opponent, Maxia, does not see any particular burning color.

Looking at Iona, Machia's confidence in victory was not wavering.

"Now, please eat my food, Charles."

"Oh, here we go."

I was prompted to carry the food offered to me.

"Ugh...!

I lost my word.

It's not because it tastes bad.

It's not because it's delicious.

Because it's too delicious.

Machia seemed to have a genius for cooking, which was more delicious than anything I had ever eaten.

"Please judge me, Charles."

Makshia doesn't break her smiling expression.

He seems convinced of his absolute victory.

And it was never wrong.

"The winner is... Shia... Unbelievable, but delicious... It's too delicious...!

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Like Maxia, my words change Iona's expression when she didn't doubt her victory.

"I don't doubt Charles, but can I have Shia-san's cooking, too?

"Of course. It's so delicious...!

While handing Iona the fork, I said.

Gokuri.

Iona stubbornly swallowed.

And carry the dish to your mouth as you decided.

"Oh no....!

Like me, Iona loses her words.

It seems that I had to be convinced by the deliciousness of the dish.

It must have been quite a shock that my cuisine, which had been cooked so meticulously, had not reached the level where it only seemed that Maxia was cooking properly.

"Fufu. Now Charles' reward is mine."

Thus, the culinary confrontation between the two beautiful knights was closed by the result of Machia's unilateral victory.

That was an unexpected conclusion for me, too.