Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

And the day of the covenant came.

I was given a three-day respite, and everything I could do now, everything I could reproduce.

Later, only use them today at this time and wave this arm.

Ever since I came to this world, I've had some hands on pure Japanese flavoring and local cuisine, but I've come without touching authentic Japanese food.

Of course I thought it would be hard to accept, but I think it's honest that I myself was repellent...

Keeping liking what you like is... difficult. That must be the truth that anyone would notice if they were adults.

But... I'm really going to wave this arm today.

"Show Hell"? Well, are you gonna tell me that?

"Well, shall we head to the domestic square?"

"Um... do you really not need an assistant...?

"That's right. Even I can... maybe crush potatoes and boiled eggs?

"Hey, I don't know if those two come up today.... I make it today because it's just an unfamiliar cooking method that I haven't shown you both before. Because if you just let them help you the least, they might say something to you, Himology."

Besides, I'm sure, because I won't be able to afford to care for anyone anymore.

Because I don't want you two to wake up on my side like that.

"Cayvon. Well... they're the ones who come up with some confusion. Just in case... I'll take care of it then."

"Oh, I got it"

I didn't know that coming to this world would bring this tension back into this air of struggle.

Strength in the temples. I feel my expression disappear from my face myself.

My consciousness begins to concentrate at the base of my fingers. Change. I feel my own perversion.

We headed to the venue without losing our temper.

"Lord Kai is in sight."

The staff of the fabric shop is called in and sent to a special kitchen built in the country.

Its kitchen is large enough to let you know once again the convenience of a magic guide that you can easily install full facilities outdoors.

Are you going to cut this size up by yourself?

Looking around, we were equipped with the same equipment as this one in a remote position, where the messenger from the other day, and Simms, the opponent of today's competition, were about to skip instructions to the four humans they thought were subordinates.

In the space that was made to surround the scene, the rug was laid as a viewing spot, and many officials, visitors here, and possibly residents who came from outside to watch.

And - a platform was set up, where we will be judging today, perhaps six executives of this capital were looking at this one as worthy of a seat.

"One woman in five men... is that Miss Alicia's mother?"

One of them. It should also be called a golden incarnation very similar to hers, an immortal beauty.

Is there a lack of change in appearance age due to long life, or the appearance of a woman who can't help but say her sister?

Compared to Miss Alicia, I unwittingly drink to that look that wraps around the air somewhere near me.

No...... you must be too beautiful. Honestly, even that third liberator, Misato, is so charming.

Though it doesn't seem strange and chest elevated.

No, rather the emotions are guarded entirely by reason, that was the mood.

"Well, we are gathered here today in response to differences from Alicia, Akatsuki's son, who is being seen today, to the cook who will behave at a get-together with Selyu, who will be held nearby."

Shin, it was that man, Himology, who began to speak in a quiet venue.

Unexpectedly, the mouth felt fair everywhere, rather than disparaging this one.

Depending on the fact that this is the cook arranged by Miss Alicia, the fact that this one arranged many luxury ingredients, and the outcome of this competition, some degree of free movement to Miss Alicia... well, it only means handing over the authority to arrange a get-together, etc., but it was also promised.

And at the end of the day, we're going to a get-together as cooks.

Originally, as a birthday festival for a former delegate, he said it was his role to behave as a cook to that former delegate.

But that's where we talked about having a seat with Selieu because of the hippogee proposal.

In other words, if you win this battle, you will be able to meet with your former representative.

"Now we will use the time limit of two hours more than this to prepare a seating dish for six judges. About your space, respectively."

Come on, cut off the extra thoughts once here. It's been a long time since I've been here.

I hate to admit it, but I can't be top notch right now. I'll let you see how far you can eat and - how far you can go.

"... what a face cook he is"

"It's kind of weird, even though it's not always like that"

"But... that move isn't the usual ratio... I can't believe I can't really see the tip of the knife"

I can still vividly remember the first time I ate Kai-kun's cooking.

He stood in the kitchen where he would never have stood except me in return for at least living in my house.

I was so, so happy. Because it was so long ago that it really distracted me to ask you to do something.

Dinner was just enough to fill my stomach, if my stomach swelled.

But he laughed so gently at me that Kai-kun wanted to return the favor.

She made a delicious dish, laughing and laughing.

But - Kai-kun's face today was awesome, awesome.

Such a face that seems impatient, going through seriousness and even overflowing with killing and hatred somewhere.

But surely the movement was just as stunning as I'd ever seen it.

While this one forgets to breathe, the vegetables engage the big flowers.

The fish is turning into fillets when I notice it.

Kai-kun disappears from where he's been and starts cooking another dish elsewhere.

The movement is like a swordsman on the battlefield. Even if surrounded by a large number of enemies, it seems crazy about death that keeps rising without giving up.

"... well. That's why Kai-kun didn't want us to help."

"Lue...... right. We're obviously going to have to pull our legs."

"Hmm... maybe that too, but he's probably a 'human denassi' right now. You don't want to keep your favorite people close there. Don't feel bad. Do it."

Reyce responds to my whining, and Dahlia picks up that conversation.

Not too surprised to see Kai-kun now, Dalia.

And mumble that likeness as if you knew why you looked like that.

... Don't get a little jealous.

"He said it was' hell '," he said.

"Mr. Dahlia...?

"That's just what he called the environment in which he was waving that arm, himself."

"Was it such a terrible environment?

"I don't know the details."

Kai-kun's space fills with vessels as he looks at it.

Already, I'm starting to get ready in anticipation of completion.

Awesome, very pretty food all the time.

Many dishes are even prettier than those served in Agidal before.

I wonder if it's called a calm beauty, somewhat like a painting, different from a beautiful one.

Unexpectedly, I swallow too.

"Besides... there's magic in this world.... This is going to be a battle. Look at them."

"... you are very surprised"

"Then it's a move that just seems' awesome 'to us, but I figured if I saw it from a real person... I guess it's unusual"

That had experience with me, too.

Neither have I, because I have never lost to anyone else except the magic guide or swordsmanship.

Many times during the Genesis, I received the same gaze in a time when I was fighting Dragon God while surrounded by many adventurers and elves.

Because I know, I feel horrible.

... Kind of Kai-kun. If there's such a move... you could have shown it to us once.

But I'm sure there was a reason you didn't want to do that.

"But well... it probably doesn't mean you're going to be alone like this,"

"What does that mean?

"... there are not so many square fights in the world."

I stare unexpectedly at Kai-kun for the grunt that makes me feel that disturbing air.

Wishing me victory over that look I gave you with my hair decoration and cloth towel fastening my hair.

Is that so?

Well, this is an exquisite obstruction from a human being who does know.

All, yes, all ingredients are slightly degraded.

Perhaps humans who notice the difference for what they eat are very limited.

But - on the contrary, it becomes an obvious difference between superiority and inferiority for people who understand.

It's also good and bad at a level that I don't think is responsible for the ingredients.

"Seafood is deadly. Bone movement too big."

corners of the body with slightly broken angles, and the dermis.

The amount of blood in your blood and the color of Ella.

That faint difference does create a small impact on one dish that can be made.

But...

"Well, this is often the case with distribution delays."

Japanese cuisine is sometimes called "stock" life, but another "fragrance" is life.

That of course means controlling 'odor' and 'flavor'.

I mean - there are as many cultures, techniques, and methods of odor removal as there are.

The "first eight inches" and "water confectionery", which are already the composition of the seated dishes, are completed.

And the sashimi, "oriented", is brought to the front of the finish.

There are as many ways as there is to remove the odor. Right...... this guy is good with baked frost.

This is not an ingredient I prepared, but it is the 'Tachiuo' I chose as my colour.

If you're in this world, I want to show Lue that you're swimming.

I must have said, 'Wow! The sword is swimming!' What a surprise.

... can you afford to be on the lookout, me too?

"Is this the last time around? All you have to do is wait for the rice... and then you can go to the 'bowl'."

As for the baked goods, this one is for using meat, not fish.

There was something called a 'floating dag' in the ingredients list, so I chose it.

It's Mr. Duck, Mr. Duck. This part of the capital is everlasting spring. It's a subtle deviation from the season, but apparently the water around here is low in water temperature and still stores a good deal of fat.

If you look at the space on the other side, it still looks like they're choosing ducks to figure that out too.

No... if you look closely...

"... hell, yeah"

Everything seemed to use the same ingredients mainly.

I see, you thought that the difference would be historical for the same reason.

If you do finish the same dish in this state with the same level of sophistication, I'm definitely the one to lose.

And when I saw that move, the skill of the spots seemed like first-rate it indeed.

Undisputed, real. Its work, as if it had crossed one dimension with the assistants around it, seemed like something no one could complain about, so fitting to entrust this grand stage.

Honestly, he's such a great cook that he wants to blame Miss Alicia for what she said.

But if it's a competition.

If you mean to show hell.

If you want to interfere with this.

"If Hell... I've already seen it"

Enter the duck finish.

Drill a hole in the roasted duck with a skewer and hang it in the kiln.

Then lay down green tea leaves and citrus skins and place one red burnt charcoal.

By doing so, while draining the blood inside the duck meat, it removes a little too much skin fat, while finishing it with a high aroma.

Ducks have a lot of subcutaneous fat due to waterfowl, which is also the central part of the flavour, but sometimes they feel a little rough on the half of it.

But it's not nice to put more fire into that sweet fat than you need.

In other words, it is the temperature in front of the meat degeneration and the temperature at which the fat dissolves, exquisitely draining the fat, while enveloping its wild fragrance with a refreshing fragrance.

"... don't think you can beat me to the point of searing with charcoal."

The time limit is three “ minutes remaining. That would finish the rest of the dish.

"With first"

"Top eight inches."

"Stuff."

"Oriented"

"Pots"

"Strong Cuisine"

"Stopped dishes"

"Meals"

"Water Confectionery"

Seating dishes that would otherwise end with eight dishes, but apparently there was some slack in that decision in this world as well.

Perhaps you said 'eight seats' because you thought this one wouldn't be able to get around that much.

But "Eight inches short is not in the seat," he put himself in a hell of a place to get through such horrible things.

If I'm going to cry, the slab boomerang will fly.

"... be a good grasp. All right, 17 minutes left. All we have to do is wait."

Everything I can do now is over.

Later, the finishing and serving calculate the time.

Only suckers and rice were going off that finish while making all the dishes simultaneously because they needed to adjust the finish time to the end.

I'm only good at pacing because I'm clumsy.

I couldn't remember being clumsy without practicing like a fool more than people.

Time has stained my body and nature.

Secondly, when I turned to the cooking place for the stains, my assistant was just over there doing his last serving as well.

Perhaps it's the other one who can do it first.

Then my gaze crossed with the spots I'd already started cleaning up.

Strangely enough, Simiz had this look on his face that seemed terribly sorry.

I even gave him a peek at such fears, like a child waiting to be pissed off.

"Hey, this one's finishing up."

Well... it's time for a review.

"Now that both dishes have been completed, each starts with one dish -"

"Wait. After you finish eating all of each dish, perform the following screening"

"I agree. You finished it first, and I'd like you to decide which one to eat first."

"... I see. So, Lord Simiz, what can you do?"

"Now, please proceed with this review."

Screening begins.

I wonder if they are all allies of this city. You look like a cheap person.

Perhaps they all know the skill of blemishes, the delightful surface, and the desire to taste the dish quickly, seems to be conveyed here without having to put it in your mouth.

"Now it's the first item," Grilled Watermelon and Stewed in a Winter melon Crystal. "

One item that can also be called an appetizer.

Right next to the jury seat, I look at that dish being carried.

... Beautiful. Both are white and clear ingredients, coated with thick fillings on each other's surfaces.

The climate around here is close to that of spring, but the ingredients used are both seasonal ingredients from early summer to summer.

Items from the same season go well with each other. There's no reason why it's not delicious.

Naturally, there was also an exclamation from the judges, and the dish had disappeared from the vessel in an instant when it was just an appetizer.

"It's still elegant what you make of the spots!

"Mmm. Honestly."

The look on Simiz's face doesn't float anywhere, even in that admirable voice.

However, the examination moved on to the next dish.

"... here we go. It's all made up of the same ingredients that take full advantage of freshness."

The review is already the last dish. Water confectionery, or fruit or sweetness.

It was probably something like jelly that was carried. Is it cold weather?

This capital is spring, but the season itself is summer. I was wondering what things would be served during that, but I came here and a straight dish appeared.

Is it melon or mango, or something with dark colored fruit processed into small balls, pale and white, as if drifting gracefully in icy cold weather, such a dish.

... looks delicious. I haven't eaten jelly or cold weather since I came to this world.

"Well, this looks cool. It's been a warm day lately, and I'm glad to hear it."

With that said, the judges' men also chopped up what should also be called its soft ice with a spoon.

But… there are people who have not uttered a word during the review that has followed from one item.

That's that woman they called 'Akatsuki'. It's Miss Alicia's mother.

It never seems dissatisfied. I'm just quietly carrying the dish to my mouth and quietly inquisitive.

... oh those people are the scariest. It makes this one anxious to see how far we know.

In doing so, the one who ate up all the dishes starts to blossom into the discourse with a satisfying grin.

... This may disadvantage this one. The judges have already been satisfied.

Satisfaction and fullness are similar and non-existent. But it is also true that it is not at all irrelevant.

Don't you think I want to eat the next dish anymore?

Then one of the judges turned a meaningful grin to this one.

"No, Lord Himologi! Isn't there no need for scrutiny anymore? Together, we enjoyed Lord Simiz's cuisine so much that there was no more. There won't be anything more to serve to everyone in Selue territory!

"Even so. These are just some of the most exquisite things in the world. That will be settled."

... No way.

Is it that the hand of the hymology was spinning around to the judges?

Even the rest of the judges begin to show their consent to the two statements.

And Himology, who probably would have assumed this, was pointing a proud look at this one.

... Don't be ridiculous. They won't even judge me. I don't care if it's a fight or a competition.

"Please wait!

"Oh, what is it, Lord Simiz?"

"This is a competition. Isn't it slightly irrational to decide without eating the other person's food?"

"But Lord Simiz, the result is more than seeing fire -"

Unexpectedly, it was the spots that made the difference first.

Did Himologi get punched in the void by such a word of a spot, or show off his wolf for a moment?

However, he immediately manages the expression and turns to the judge.

"But you're already satisfied with this, aren't you? Isn't it strange that you force yourself on the eating side?

"Ku...... but!

What do I do?

This is my lack of strength.

Had I been able to produce such a dish that I could blow up such a ruse or such a cold false word, I'm sure this would not have happened.

"... wait"

A voice sounds as if pouring running water into this heart, where regret and remorse were building up.

That's the judge's red dot. He was the current representative, Mr. Akatsuki.

"If you ask me, the cook told me that my daughter prepared it from everywhere. As a mother, I wanted to know what kind of idea you had, and I joined you in this review, but you're not going to let that judge me, either."

I felt a strong and sharp voice.

As if it had been ejected, so much so that all the human spines on this scene, including the hymology, would be illusioned as stretched.

"So, but..."

"What's up? I want to see my daughter's connections as a representative of the future."

"... ok. Lord Kai, please carry the first item."

"Yes, sir."

Apparently, this woman couldn't turn her hand around.

You just don't want to go against the delegates, and the other judges follow suit, and erase the look that floated somewhere earlier, teasing this one.

"Then it's the first item," Teak and Kombucha with Bream "and" White Wave Eight Inches in Early Summer ".

I'm sorry... but I don't think you guys have much more choice than actually carrying it into your mouth.

A slight deterioration in freshness and an unnoticed level of odor, all made to wipe away.

The sea bream is made of pine skin, and the tachiouo is made of baked frost.

Harness all the knowledge and techniques you can possess and tap into your devotion to the point of violence as if it were to slap down the eating human.

I'm sure if this is a cooking-themed story, I'm definitely a villain.

But the real world isn't. If it makes you think it's delicious, then you win.

Who decided that such villains did not have the care and creativity together?

That stuff, it's up to everyone to have it. On top of that, I can bring my whole body in to make you think it's delicious. That's... that's what I've been learning, the dish I got to meet in hell.

"This is... no way... delicious..."

"What is this duck... even if it has a slight colour compared to the stain thing from earlier... no..."

Are you going to lose?

Is it something that gives in?

This is already a serious battle for me.

Not for the purpose, not for Miss Alicia. It's a battle I wanted to win for me.

And the product caused the judge to raise the question.

"This is... what? Deep-fried food… but it doesn't seem to be"

"It's a dish made from fried beans processed with an ingredient called" Deep-fried Itamaki, Amber Filled. "

And if the fox is the top, and the tofu and its processed products that we have managed to create in the last three days.

The soybeans themselves are too popular ingredients, but they were exploring substitutes for "garlic" to make tofu from.

As a result, we succeeded in coagulating soy milk using citrus fruits and extracts that squeezed the spring.

Someone made a fuss about frying out all the prototypes and turning them into tofu, so in the end, I was only able to make the frying for production.

"Better... you have a good taste stain. Beautiful to look at."

Though generally popular, Akatsuki, or fox, asks how he would react.

As usual, I don't even speak, I quietly carry the dish to my mouth - Mossamosa and tail were moving behind my back.

What is this guy so cute?

Thus, we proceeded with the examination of one dish, one dish again, and the remaining two dishes were carried.

The "meal", which is an eight-item product, is commonly carried as a staple food, but this time, the ingredients brought in here, pickled cuttlefish and pickled long potatoes, were mixed together to create sushi.

Totally biased, betting... totally pranky.

No, I know it's a serious battle, but you definitely want the fox to eat sushi.

Two kinds of sweet and spicy seasoned fried oil, slightly sweet vinegar rice and dark seasoned pickles.

Beautiful in appearance and also for ease of eating, but now how about judgment.

"Hmm, sounds like the same ingredient as earlier. So..."

"Noooo... this is delicious again"

It also contains a mixture of finely chopped shiitake mushroom sweet stew, so it has a good flavour.

And the original meaning of "dedication", "making a offering", which means making it intensely flavored to suit alcohol.

Where the tongue is sensitive and delicately tailored with a slightly protein, elegant dish, it is stimulated at once by this violence of flavour and intense flavour, so that it can reach for alcohol.

Alcohol was also well served in this seat, and everyone seemed to be intoxicated by nature, hands stretching to the cup, and its harmony.

And the way the key fox looks...

Perhaps for the first time in this world, I thought of a woman other than Lue or Reis as' cute 'from the bottom of my heart.

Mr. Akatsuki moves his tail and ears with a face that completely disintegrates his immovable expression and still pierces his silence, somewhere as if he was making his nose rough.

Awesome fried oil. I didn't know even a first sight fox would captivate me.

... is it engraved in the genes that you like fried oil?

As a result, the examination of all the dishes was completed, and it was often time to review the results.

Imagine what happens next while you clean up your tools.

Whatever the outcome, I can probably get out as one of the staff for a real get-together.

That should also give Daria the opportunity to meet her former representative directly in person.

From there, it depends on Dahlia, but now we can achieve 'our purpose'.

But what will happen to Miss Alicia?

I had heard some windy things about the fringe as a bridge with Sellew, but at least the current delegate seemed willing to raise her as the next delegate.

... Is it a himorogi arbitrariness?

I'm curious, Raw Hate, but I'm not going that deep down here.

That's because it's still a problem between humans living on that land.

But at least Miss Alicia's ratings won't go down on this one.

Now we should be satisfied with that, we should pull our hand here.

"Hey, let me help you clean up."

"Um, I'm sorry. No, it's been a while since I've had a shoulder rub."

"I'll give you a massage later. You should stop trying to cure a little ill with magic and ability."

"Aye. Then wipe this dish."

Then, at some point, Dahlia was next door.

And even the appearance of Rais and Rhue as it goes on.

... I feel weird. That there are these three people in this space.

"Good luck, Mr. Kai. I'll wash the pot there."

"Good luck to you, Kai. I'm over here...... basin? I'll wipe it off."

"Thank you both. I'm sorry I let you hang out half my selfishness."

That's not true, is it? It was interesting to see a different side again. "

I don't think that's funny.

That's how by the time I finished cleaning up after, Himology raised her voice.

"Now that the review is over, both formations forward," he said.

"Now that the judges have gathered their opinions, I will make an announcement"

Line up in a way that the six of us will look down on, me and Simiz.

I'm not sure. But I don't think there's any chance of winning.

But on the other hand, the blemishes still seemed uncomfortable, dissatisfied, and unable to wipe away the look of even regret.

And the time has come for the results to be announced.

Again, in a position, it seems like Mr. Akatsuki is the one to make the announcement.

"Competition. Nevertheless, this was also a referee on a matter, I hear. I am not willing to bring that story up on this occasion right now, though. We're only going to announce the results here."

At that moment, the expression of the hymology distorted in a hurry.

Oddly enough, you wanted to keep one of those things a secret then.

But I knew exactly what she was up to.

"A feast of hospitality for our predecessors and the messengers of Selew. I'll take care of the dishes in that seat... but, Shimizu, you've held our hearts together without weakening your arms."

"... is"

"Uhm. The head of cooking for the feast shall leave it to the spots as planned"

... right.

Again - didn't you cover it?

Couldn't we overshadow this plate surface with a small hand technique?

I had no idea. I wonder if this is a competition with a set result from the start.

The selection of ingredients will also proceed for the dedication to be provided, for which other cooks should have already been trained.

It's not an acceptable thing to do, such as give it all back to nothing.

But - if I could even cover it up.

That dream, no, I wanted to give it an arm test.

... Fine, at least it would have stayed in the human mind that ate it.

And if you're going to expand the world by saying, "There's food like this."

"Huh! Please wait! This is not a fair fight!

When I was telling myself to convince myself of this result, a complaint similar to anger rises from next door.

Turning around, the spot that took off his hat was appealing in desperate shape to Mr. Akatsuki, who would be in a far higher position.

"I was instructed two days ago to change the ingredients I use abruptly. It wasn't the dish we were supposed to serve today… and it was all the same as Lord Kai's choice of ingredients!

... show hell. Was that just a threat?

Would you say that the round of this ingredient was not at his behest?

"I was going to beat him to pieces by the time I was completely skinless on this occasion. But when I opened the lid, I was the one who was beaten! Think calmly, he's alone! He was approaching us alone and giving you all a fresh surprise!

"... well. But the result is the result, accept it."

If no one else, the most 'I know' person on this occasion has told you that much, then, still, I'm satisfied.

"Mr. Simiz. I'm satisfied. It's been a long time since I've been able to really try. No, I didn't throw away the information that I told you to go this far to show hell, did I? For me, that's the most honorable thing."

"Come on! I was insulting you. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to ask you to teach me! But what about you? With such a result!

From the look on his face he has shown so far, that hot word doesn't even try to hide his passion.

I guess this is his nature. And I guess it's a heartfelt cry.

I'm so glad. It's an honor to have you say it that way, really.

"... it's a spot. I can understand what you're saying. But listen to me till the end. I don't want to let go of me and the humans who cook like that. As the person in charge, you can wield that arm with Kai."

"... Oh, no, I..."

"Are you okay, Master Akatsuki? After all, I don't know who I am, do I?

"Good. My daughter called in - 'It's supposed to be'. You can't doubt a human being. In fact, all those who are here today recognize the Lord's arms."

Seeing, the judges, who probably would have had the breath of a hippo, were also just silently shaking their heads vertically.

... Oh, this is good. This is the best, ideal ending.

And he has the look on his face as if the man who would probably most like to differ in this end chewed up a large quantity of coffee beans instead of bitter bugs.

So let's be satisfied, shall we?

"Good, Himology. Mostly I need to talk to you later... plenty."

"... ok, ok"

Apparently, even those over there are going to settle.

"Do it, it's Kai. That last dish, Sushi Ai, was delicious. Why don't you make me another seat?

"Yeah, I'd love to"

And you were able to see exactly how the fox would react, right?

I must feed this to Miss Alicia.

Thus, the competition came to a successful conclusion.

"... Kai-kun, Kai-kun, you can have us for not much food, right?

"Shh... We'll see you later because we're all still here."

No, Mr. Shimbo.