Well, I informed the Confectioners, Cooks and others in the Devil's Capital to decide on an alternative to chocolate, but I had problems at that stage.
In fact, within the Demon King's Army, there are unparalleled lovers of sweets. Besides, he says his favorite thing is chocolate.
This time, the case fell apart to that person.
"... you don't?
"No, sir."
"Even this one?
"No, sir."
"Check the warehouse from one end. Or -"
"Your Majesty, let's look at reality"
That's why His Majesty Hell Arche is so goney. It's not like cocoa beans come down from the sky at Gone or can be grown in the cold Devil's Capital.
This is also why Mr. Yurier had such a "lack of cocoa beans" problem. It is certainly important to undermine His Majesty's mood.
So I urge His Majesty to accept reality. Because I'm a monarch. Otherwise, my men could be cut off.
"Fuck. What do you mean? My few pleasures…"
"... do you like it so much"
"Naturally!
And from here, His Majesty's chocolate love is spoken. The history of chocolate began 1,000 years ago, with improvements that took shape today, well, and so on. Although I would cut it because it was generally with the history of Earth's chocolate.
In summary,
"I want chocolate! I want sweet milk chocolate!
That is.
I would add here that it took 30 minutes for this conclusion to be drawn.
"You can't. It's somewhat stocky, but I don't have His Majesty's share because it's originally a rate for front-line troops"
"Why! I'm the Demon King! That's great!?
"I know how you feel, but think of the soldiers who are exhausted on the front line"
"Ku......!
No, really, I love chocolate too much.
However, in the case of people who love chocolate, the market has decided that it is mostly something that hides chocolate in a drawer or push in.
I'm sure there's chocolate hidden near the desk, so you'll be fine for a while.
…………
And I'll sue you openly with my eyes. Your Majesty can read my mind, so you should understand its sincerity.
"... we're not gonna do this? This is mine."
"That's not what I meant. First, I don't need it."
"Right!
Wow, you looked so happy, Your Majesty.
His Majesty also understood the unnaturalness and what I was trying to say, coughed up twice and then told him, "Let it be." I'm sure I'm sorry "as such" on the inside, but now I decide not to joyfully penetrate that His Majesty's reason has won.
"So, what do you do? Sophia told me that you made a public offer."
"As Mr Sophia reported. The station is not familiar with the food, so I'll leave it to the experts."
Regardless, let me give you an assessment from the soldier's side.
I don't mind it being like MRE at its worst.
A few Demon King's Army Combat Squad officers, one from SS, one from Transport Squad, a few from other rear units as appropriate, and me and Mr. Yurier will also be the judges from the Station Bureau.
I also invited the other guys because it would just be dinner in the name of judging, but the women, including Mr. Sophia, uniformly said, "No, don't..." I made sure of my flank feeling while swimming my eyes, and the men manly replied, "Because I'm not so good at sweet," so the participants were just me and Mr. Yurier.
You don't care about what's around Mr. Yurier's stomach? When asked, there was no sound, but I thought it was necessary to have an opinion from a woman.
So forgive me, Mr. Julier. Because I teach modern Japanese dieting techniques when I get a chance. Nato diets and morning banana diets.
"... jury, by the way, when?
"... No way, Your Majesty, you're not going to say you're going to be a judge, are you?
"Keep it up, no way. That's not gonna happen. How much would there be confusion if I came out to the jury because I liked sweetness?
"Yeah, that's right"
If His Majesty becomes a judge and evaluates some store to boring shit, maybe all the employees in that store will hang themselves. His Majesty's words mean so much by now.
and vice versa.
So don't leave. Please. It's not the same as it was when we chose the weapon.
"Don't worry, I don't judge. It's okay."
"Is that true? You're not gonna lie, are you?
"I was never born to lie."
"That's an absolute lie, isn't it? I've been through this a few times."
"Not in my memory"
Oh, no. This. I only have a bad feeling.
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And sadly, the more often I hit something called an unpleasant feeling. I held a jury some time after the announcement, but, well, there's His Majesty in that venue.
No, not exactly His Majesty.
If I dare, did I just say "Existence"? Because she's not dressed all the time, she's being patient.
... Well, overflowing intimidation, disastrous horns and bloodstained hair is Hell Arche, the Demon King, no matter how anyone sees it.
"Um, Your Majesty. If you want to go home, now's the time."
"What are you talking about, Akira? I'm not Hell Arche, am I?
You suck!
"Your Majesty, it's broken. Expose yourself to grandeur if you want to hide it. To be honest, it's depressing."
"What... so...?
That's why I'm starting the Demon King Army New Ceremony Ration Jury.
The special guest is His Majesty Hell Arche, but His Majesty's words have no "any" influence on the judgment, so, uh, don't be nervous, folks.
I would never be able to, though.
This is not a major event like our own new weapons comparison test, so I will do it solemnly.
24 entry points. Ten of them are professional confectioners, six are cooks, four are ordinary people, and four are applications from others.
By the way, I almost knew Your Majesty was coming out, so eat with confidence as the cooking process is carried out under SS surveillance, with identification magic and poison sight in mind.
However, we do not guarantee for flavor.
The first point.
"Er, first of all, LaGuardia, a confectionery shop on 3rd Avenue in the Devil's Capital."
Nine +1 judges, including me and Mr. Yurier, gather in front of 'LaGuardia' confectionery. And a raccoon man like the owner of "LaGuardia" talked to me while scraping sesame seeds.
"Uh, no, no way. It is such an honor as to make it great and magnificent and let His Majesty the Magnificent and Beautiful Demon speak of my confectionery. It's boring, but I don't know..."
"I'm going to cut you some slack."
……
He is the shopkeeper who closes his mouth with the words "~" in one drink of Mr. Yurier. Good, I just thought you were a little troublesome. At times like this, I knew Mr. Yurier could count on me.
"So, what's this?
"Ah yes. This is a slight improvement to the confectionery already available in our store for the military. The name of the product..."
So, all we have to do after that is eat solemnly.
All the judges besides Mr. Yurier are Osama, and it must be surreal how those Osama's are eating treats together in the first place.
Incidentally, His Majesty is eating in the first place because he conveys the words to the effect of "eat in silence" as far away and beautifully as possible because he is not a judge and the impact of His Majesty's remarks sucks.
There are many different types of treats offered.
I don't get tired of watching and eating until something that would have desperately failed to resemble the taste and shape of chocolate due to its blocked confectionery, jelly, honey and chocolate alternatives.
For each, points will be scored taking into account taste, nutrition, productivity, durability, heat resistance, ease of portability, ease of packaging and ease of transport.
but some of them didn't understand the purpose of this jury.
"Fifteenth point. From Teataboro, a fancy restaurant on Eleventh Street in Devil's City..."
What was there was a luxury dessert with a particular focus on appearance, often found in luxury restaurant desserts. Probably obsessed with materials, too. It would be delicious to eat.
"Have you noticed, isn't it beautiful? Only 'Tea Taboro' can be used for this decoration. If you look at this, every soldier has morale."
"Let's go next. I'll fly."
"Why!?
Because it's a waste of time.
"Oh, please! Just one bite, you eat it! Also, the store is already here!
"What are you here to promote?"
He is a chef of the desperate Mouse tribe. I remember a mouse in a restaurant, watching a movie like that a long time ago.
Guess from his mouthful, the store is on the verge of a business collapse. I know it's a shame, but this one's a job, and you can't possibly feed these fancy desserts.
This place haunts my heart...
"Oh, Akira? Um, I'd like to try the arr..."
Hey Demon King.
"Your Majesty, we don't have time for this, and we're going to build up in the stomach, so let's go."
……
Your Majesty is soggy, but never mind, for the next treat.
"Sixteenth point. Demon King's Army Development Agency - Huh?
Raising his eyes unexpectedly, there was a magic researcher wearing the usual mysterious hairstyle madness skin called Quadtail.
"You're finally here! I'm tired of waiting!
"Leona!? Nande!?
"Naturally, because I applied! You get a budget of 20 million HELL!?
That's why!
No, but you can't be prejudiced here. Leona is a rational woman, if you say so. Prejudice, but reason would look like a good cook, and it would be the type of condiment you put in exactly like a scientific experiment.
So it shouldn't be a problem.
Even if the confectionery served in front of you looks like an eraser left naked for a year!
"It's self-confidence, try it! Because I have a replacement!
"Ooh. I'll have it."
In the meantime, take it. Wow, the feel is eraser too. The feeling of cracking is intact... Who told you to reproduce that much? She's not supposed to know about erasers.
But I tried it and it might be a surprisingly tasty one. It's a little ominous from the smell, but it could be "yummy if you eat it" like natto or crumbs.
All right. I'll take it.
Blink.
In the first place.
…………
"What do you say?"
I'll be frank with you because Leona has turned her best smile.
"... I think I'm gonna throw up"
"Yes!?
"It tastes like something crab can't eat"
"What do you mean?!?
Re-mouth, re-mouth!
Something sweet - it was next door! Teataboro treats! We'll go back and eat!
Did all the judges think the same thing, went back in unison and literally ate the teataboro treat. Exactly no one really spit it out, but what a creep this is.
"Hey, Mr. Leona, what's this? Food?"
"There's nothing but food!
"... unbaked bricks?
More or less.
"This packed a lot of nutrients for the Demons! Cages to help restore magic, Pouane tea, Oraco to help restore health, Thai hasaw. Powder Cui Demon Stone (Jade Stone), which has an anti-corrosive effect -"
"Wait, wait, wait! It's pickled!
"It's good for you, isn't it?
"Even though it contains demon stones!?
MADE BY DEVELOPMENT, 0 Yak pickled mates are safe.
Members of the IGAD ate the rest responsibly. Without feeding His Majesty, I fed him a teataboro treat.
"Hey Akira, this is delicious!
"Yeah, well, it's delicious, but this is not for hire."
Well, let's go next - I know him again.
"Budget, take!
"Is Mr. Yayoi with Leona..."
It's Mr. Yayoi, the fox. He grabbed my fist and looked like he was ready.
Point XVII, works from the Misaka Design Bureau.
A loess, rectangular object. There was a mixture of bean-skinned things in it.
"... Could this be lamb?
"Mm-hmm. I can't get the beans, so I made them with soybeans"
Ooh. Soy lamb. I'm glad I didn't mention "Nato lamb" or anything.
I haven't been able to eat lamb since I came to this world, so it would be the first time in years.
When I tried it, it tasted different than the lamb of the beans I knew, but I could tell it was lamb. That spread in my mouth. It's not too sweet, it's not too thin. Unique texture and this good stomach feel.
That's just a hobby that was popular in the old Japanese army.
"What do you say?
That's what Mr. Yayoi asks at the top of his list. I wonder lately if she knows and does something she can't say strongly when she does this. but it is "impossible" if asked if that is why it can be strongly said.
Well, even without it, I'll be honest.
"'Privately,' it's delicious. Full score."
"Yay...!... is that it?
Yeah, that's Mr. Yayoi. You seem to understand what my words mean.
Now from here on out, words continue that will be a little depressing for Mr. Yayoi and for me who was Japanese.
First, then, Mr. Yurier, please give me your candid thoughts.
"... me, I can't do this"
"Huh!?
Mr. Yayoi's face was filled with sadness in an instant when he had a full grin until just now. I also caught a glimpse of tears in those eyes, but now I want them to endure.
Then let's hear the other judges.
"Better than the one from the earlier Bureau of Development... hey"
"I like it, but this kind of thing. But if you like it or not, you'll split up."
"Why are you sweetening the beans? It's usually a soup set."
"I don't hate it, but offering this to the whole army as a 'hobby' is a bit..."
Depends.
The Japanese, or non-Fox people, appreciate sweet-boiled beans, such as fillings and lambs.
Because I don't have the habit of boiling beans sweetly, I don't like the texture and the skin gets caught in my teeth for a variety of reasons. Even on Earth, people in Europe and the United States in particular apply to it. Of course, although I'm sure there are a lot of people who like it.
Even the Demon King's Army would probably just say half the likes and dislikes.
However, there is a slight problem with the "divided treat of likes and dislikes" of food distributed evenly to the entire army of the Demon King, as well as preferences related to the morale of soldiers.
"So I probably can't"
"Ahhh..."
I want Mr. Yayoi to live strong. And the remaining lamb, when this is over, all of it.
The jury is closed without any particular amusement.
A few days, the score was tallied and discussed below, and the result of a rigorous examination that His Majesty would not pinch his mouth at any stage of it, the alternatives were successfully decided.
Alternatives are completely different block-shaped treats than chocolate...... Mahabu, something like a nutritional supplement from a Tsuka pharmaceutical was chosen.
As soon as production is ready, it will be supplied to the entire army as a new preference. The future of this store would have been guaranteed because it would have been a tremendous munition.
Congratulations - so it didn't end.
Then a few months later.
"Oh, I bought a souvenir. Ah!
Riina, who was late because she was on duty, came to the station with those words. She has a big paper bag.
"What is it, it"
"Uh, sounds like a popular treat in the Devil's Capital right now. Heh, it is. It's a great queue, and they're burying the reservation a long way ahead of us, so I finally bought it too."
"Heh. Is there such a thing?"
"Uh, hey, yes. Apparently, there are rumors that His Majesty Hell Arche praises him and sneaks up on him to that store... That's what inspired them."
Sire, what are you doing... You won't disguise well enough to be patient.
Mr. Riina grates the bag and removes one from inside. Exactly. I don't have all the officers at the station, so thank God I decided to just have them as executives and associate executives.
Hehe, if you want to eat, come out.
But this treat, it's like I've seen it somewhere... No, you've had it. Where is it......
"Hey, Chief, I've had this before."
"Yeah, that's right. But the memories are vague... or different from the memories."
"Oh, I felt that way, too. Right, not enough flavor."
That's what I say, while I eat silently.
Something doesn't feel right in my tongue. No, this treat itself is really delicious...
Ah.
I may have remembered.
Looking at Mr. Yurier, she came to think of it at about the same time.
"" Not enough brick flavor ""
"See?"
"Um, what are you both talking about...?
Riina's paper bag she brought said "confectionery store teataboro" in stylish font.