"So I'll have you prepare dinner for six between now and dinner."
"Ah, that Mr. Caivon... even if you suddenly say that"
"Don't answer me, I'll tighten your neck again."
"Go ahead!"
"Don't give me your neck."
Boom in the pig room.
I did it. It's Oink's private room.
Then, you're still immersed in here, and Leila was cleaning the kitchen, so this fortunately cut out an errand.
Meeting meal of the day. It's not a very good seat, and it's a kind suggestion that we should just let them cook by hand or behave and start a conversation.
... It's a lie. Tell me the recipe for the mystery fries.
And the person in question still didn't seem to understand what the situation was, and kept scrubbing the awk and sink.
Fine the sink is shiny, but can I ask you for an explanation about this evening's event first?
I'll let you know what today's purpose is and who's planning to come.
"Oh, you didn't forget your promise! I'm glad, I'll put more on my arms to make it."
"You thought I'd forgotten. You're a rude guy."
"also, sorry"
"So don't give me your neck"
This guy is more of a pain in the ass than he was in the first place.
Well, I'm offering to help because it's just as cruel to have six people on their own, and it's also a solid number of pieces to make as a course.
Let's tear the pride out of being a good cook here by letting him know the difference in strength.
This is never about working together and trying to make it a little bit more walkable or anything.
It is part of an act of intimidation.
"Look, the ingredients are in this room anyway, right? I only make them every day."
"Yes. That... I'm not very repertoire rich..."
"Two dishes if you have dishes you haven't served yet. I'll arrange that mysterious fry for the rest. And then we'll make something out of vegetables that are appropriately ready for the moment."
Take out a set of vegetables harvested this year, the prize for arm wrestling the other day, and the knife set you received as well.
I also wanted the opportunity to use these in this proposal. No, it's exciting, a knife made one by one by an artisan.
Even when I was in Japan, I only had the chance to use a handmade knife to count.
Believe it or not, some people have a set of knives that cost $300,000 in a single bottle.
"Why don't we just take a look?"
"See, next time, weaken the fire in the left pan. Boil until the amount is 2/3 as is. In the meantime, scrape that baguette and make bread flour."
"Yes!
"Look, even if you're wrong, don't do it with your wet hands. As soon as you scrape it, cover it and quarantine it."
"Yes!
Um, when's the first time I've given instructions like this?
Besides my thoughts...... no, to be honest, Leila was more handy than I had imagined, still a little rushed, but she responded well to this order.
You quit being noble and go somewhere in the kitchen. That'll make you happier. Throw away a country like garbage where such a sense of discrimination takes root.
"Finished sharpening......"
"This one's shelled, peeled, it's all over. From here on out, follow your instructions. Say it."
"So, while you're over it..."
Now, this one was being pursued by the contents of the mysterious fries, the puffiness and the underneath ingredients that seemed to be ingredients of a mysterious patty with no heart or flutter and sweetness.
River shrimp and possibly a type of yam, and white fluids and salt, and finally this again unrecognizable fish.
I see, was it something similar to shrimp shinji or white fish shrimp?
There was also a unique sense of softness and mochiness, but I guess that's something she's going to teach me.
"Uh, first prawns beat rough"
"You're with a knife. Let it go."
Stop your hand in a good place as you watch the shrimp break down more and more on the slab.
"Can't you still put salt in it?
"Yes, because it's only fish and this potato that sticks out"
"I see."
Follow her and create a rind and rough-beaten shrimp.
And work on the potatoes, which will probably be a texture requirement.
"I can't actually eat this as it is. I use it after two nights of exposure to genuine water, but now it's like this -"
"Hmm, is magic essential?"
As she laid her hands on the potato, the pale light covered it as it stirred and stained the potato.
Then, frost floats and freezes on the surface of the potato as it looks at it.
And thawing it even more rapidly made it about two turns smaller than the first.
Wrinkles appear on the surface, wrinkled as if at the tip of your finger when you take a long bath.
"By doing this, I give you all the unnecessary nutrients. So we slice this down and mix it in."
"I see... is it like a fellow konnyaku potato?"
Is it true that the texture was still this mysterious potato?
From there, add seasoning as directed by her further and mix well until sticky.
Then a white patty could be made, dotted with light pink.
"Now the foundation is complete. Deep-fried, baked, or seasoned depending on the location."
"I see. Well then... make something fried to the standard and doughed"
"Dumpling, is it?
"Oh. I'm going to simmer him in Ratatouille-style"
"I see, it looks delicious"
Okay, two hours early to start cooking.
Lace and Rhue will finish their training before dark too, and time limits are like the next three hours.
Okay, so let's just say we do dessert and do something sparkly to make it?
"Um, now, is it okay if I meet Master Lue?"
"Really now. I was so obsessed with it that I screwed it up."
"I'm sorry...... but at that time, I didn't know she was from Semiere..."
"... don't talk too much about it in front of her. Just let me hear it now. What it is and how it is conveyed"
Finish cooking all the way, then pinch the rest where you have come to just the stage of finishing.
I ask her what she has always wondered, skinning the words that Pompous and Leila have spoken.
What is a semi-alle witch like? how it is communicated and how it is perceived by people.
Mr. Cromwell gave me only a rough overview.
He is a family of Richters who believe in Lue. He probably spoke quite modestly to me.
That's why I want Leila, who has the name of Bright and lives in the country where they woke up, to tell me the true legend of what an oblate has paid off, the story of a semi-alle witch being told.
"It's not a pleasant story, it's not. Still, if you don't mind."
"Oh."
And a lot of silence. Slowly Leila began to move her mouth as she could only hear the small, poking bubbles coming from the pan.
Once upon a time, a stray man appeared in the elf.
Elf woman with higher magic than anyone else on beautiful white hair I've never seen.
Everyone inside welcomed the elf and tried to add her to our family.
But there was a family in there who didn't feel comfortable about it.
That was the family of 'Bright' who had the strongest power at the time. They feared her power and first offered to live off the inside.
And the time has come for that feared thing to really happen.
At one point, there was a major disaster. An ancient demon called 'Dragon God', who slept in the back of the woods, began to break out.
Still, after hundreds of years of fighting, other races and elves have found a way to defeat the scourge 'Dragon God'.
But a white elf aimed at the power of the Dragon God has caused him to defeat it and seal the forest, which is in the elf of every Dragon God, in the snow.
No one can get close to that terrible cold until the elves, who were taught white elves.
Yes, what a white elf that was secretly creating those who would be his own pawns.
The elves chased through the woods spoken.
"I did it so well." "I believed you so much."
Even throwing curse words at their mouths, they disappeared into the back of the snow.
And some of the elves who were intoxicated by her also chose the path of separation.
The elves, who lost many of their compatriots and were chased through the woods, spit resentment at her for disappearing again.
"I've always been there for you, you traitor," "How dare you be my compatriot for being so grateful?"
"What were our prayer words, and were we mocking them?"
When the white elves who betrayed the elves' cheers, wishes and prayers became known as the 'Witch of Semiere, the one who cut off cheer and trust'.
Since then, the elves who have left the continent have feared the witch, and the elves with similar white hair have been called 'the orphans of the semi-air', supposedly causing disaster one day, and are still feared today.
I see.
Did her name include such a meaning?
But I can't believe it.
Mr. Cromwell, the survivor of Richter, called and revered the matter of Lue as "Lady Semiere" and "Goddess of Semiere".
Besides, this story is a lot different from the facts I know.
Perhaps someone twisted and spread this story so as to push Lue into all his sins.
But at the stage this story was born, she should have already been tied to that forest.
I can't really feel the benefit of people leaving the woods bothering to spread these lies.
... Is there still a hidden secret to the series of incidents involving her?
"... thank you for talking. Let me tell you something from myself, but don't ever talk to us about it again."
"Sorry...... there was no"
"Don't apologize, because I just recognised it again. You're not bad."
But still, Leila's expression never cleared up.
... I let myself talk this time, I guess I should give in a little bit.
Only this time. If it's true, I'm not going to be that close.
"I can't let you see me like that, and this is the only time."
"Huh?"
I just don't have a hobby for tightening my neck, so I grab her back collar and lift it up gently, like a mother cat lifting a kitten.
You're tall there when you try this. This guy.
Keep your gaze aligned with this one, as you are likely to hear the pseudonyms hanging out.
"Smile. I didn't make you talk to make me look like that."
It is the maximum concession.
But, but. But!
I can't believe you cared for this one. What I saw in my eyes was a woman's face that uplifted her cheeks and drowned from the edge of her mouth.
Shit, this kid is seriously scared.
I let go of my hand and decided to leave with all my might.
... Yader, this kid... Seriously, isn't it too late?