I Favor the Villainess

"Well done, Ray."

Dorothea, the emperor since his meeting with the Pope, greeted me in a good mood.

This is between the sights of the Imperial Castle.

Dorothea, who sits on the throne, wears armor as usual, with two swords.

The sharp eyes were now narrowed to pleasure and loosened up to look at this one.

"So, what's today? Are you here to join the rest of us?

"No. I'm here to propose improvements to the dietary situation of the Empire, Your Majesty."

Denying the persistent solicitation, I cut out an errand.

When I said it, the emperor brazenly distorted his face.

"What a bore. Is that so? That is not necessary. It's fine if you don't interfere with the march, such as meals."

"Really? Then put that aside, this way please."

I took it out of my bag.

At first glance, it looks like a biscuit.

"? What is this?

"It's food packed with the nutrition you need to fight. Enjoy it."

Food is the so-called millimesh - the food a soldier eats.

"Hmm... food?"

"Sire, you shouldn't. We need to make it taste poisonous."

"Shut up, Grandpa. He's not such a palliative imitator."

"That's not the problem! What if something happens to you!

An elderly man, supposedly nearby, says, souring his mouth.

Grandpa Ya is right about this.

Thou shalt not eat that which is at the top of the kingdom whichever is not known.

"Well, I'll eat half first."

"Hmm, will you do that? I'm sorry."

"Yes."

I halved it like a biscuit.

Sweetness spreads in the mouth.

It's not just simple sugar sweetness, it's also dry fruit sweetness.

In addition, the butter is rich in richness.

This is a special food biscuit that my aunt in the dining room asked me to make.

The basic way of making it is no different from the formal biscuits of the Empire, but the amount of sugar and butter is increased and dried fruit is added.

In addition to the flavour, it is a new food proposal that also improves both the caloric and nutritional aspects.

"Hmm, delicious"

"This will be the recipe. This is a calculation of material and labor costs."

"... Isn't it expensive? No matter how delicious this is, the status quo is better."

Dorothea showing difficulty in color.

After all, Dorothea doesn't understand.

"Is it? The same weight and nutritional value is quadrupled compared to current portable food. And as His Majesty said, it should be exceptionally good in terms of flavor."

"Hmm...? So transportation costs and morale boosts? Hmm, that's not bad."

"This is an example. I'll give you more."

"Then Ray-Taylor. You're the one who took it out. Use as many personnel as you like."

No, that's troublesome.

If I do that, I'll be taken in by the Empire within absolutely nothing.

"Don't let anyone from another country do military work."

"The Empire is whatever it comes from, as long as it's capable."

"What if I'm addictive or overdose and I make it to break my body?"

"The guy who makes it doesn't say that"

"This advice could be the trap to alarm you."

Hi Dorothea, I don't feel alert enough to the person I like.

I guess it's because I have absolute confidence in myself.

I don't have madness in my eyes, and if I'm wrong, you can beat me up later.

Such clutter catches my eye.

No, I guess I've actually managed with that before, so maybe I can't even say it's generally cluttered.

"Hmm...... What would you do?

"Don't put it into practice all of a sudden, let them take that meal for a year or so to make sure it's safe before you officially go into mass production."

"If you had done such a long thing, your study abroad would be over."

"Yes. So wave your work to Master Filine. I'll take over."

"Philine? You think you can do that?

"Master Filine is an excellent man. I've decided I can."

"Hmm...... Let me do it."

All right, extra job avoidance success.

Nevertheless, the story starts here.

"Your Majesty, a meal is not good if it's just quantitative and nutritious."

"Hmm?"

"Do you know what the official dishes of the Empire are said to be?

"I don't know. I'm not even interested."

"I thought you'd be poisoned."

"... hmm?

"It's the word of a diplomat. Imperial cuisine is such a terrible situation."

To my words, Dorothea became sinister.

"... go on"

"The Empire is the only country that makes such a terrible, arguably blasphemous dish an official dish. The Empire has already lost a great deal of diplomatic opportunity with this dish alone"

"Is it that bad?

"It's terrible. It sucks."

I assure you, Dorothea roared.

"Then what?

"I will make a meal reform. Fortunately, the Empire will be imported with a wealth of ingredients from its native countries. I don't have a hand in not taking advantage of this."

"Hmm..."

Dorothea is thinking.

Another push?

"Your Majesty loves reason, doesn't he?

"Ranri"

"Then we should correct the serious irrationality this country has"

"What is it"

"That we are deliberately letting cooks cook poorly. It's rotting the cook's arm."

"... is that important?

"It matters. Meals are everyday, right? If the imperial cooks are serious, the food culture will be far richer than it is today."

"Culture... I'm not sure about the rest..."

It's also an idea to love reason too much.

Something called culture is closely related to the aspect of surplus or waste.

Once upon a time, a book said this.

If we cut off everything that's wasted, there's nothing left of culture, he said.

"Well, even if you don't step into the richness of food culture, if you improve the official dishes of the Empire, you're sure to work positive for diplomacy"

"Hmm. That makes sense."

"Therefore, please ink your majesty"

"Mm?"

I didn't really understand Dorothea.

"I don't know, is that what you need the rest of my permission for?

"Huh? 'Cause your majesty forbade a luxurious meal, didn't he?

"I don't like a luxurious meal, but I'm not going to say anything about someone else's diet."

"Oh, is that what you mean"

This is it.

It's the result of people around me caring about Dorothea, and caring and guessing and all that is intricately intertwined.

It is a bad example of a person who does not intend to do so at all, but is surrounded by degrees of intensity.

"Your Majesty is more influential than you think, so watch your words and actions a little bit more"

"Hmm, apparently so. Thank you for your advice."

"Please do so. And as His Majesty's remark, I ask you to announce that in the future you are free to improve your diet."

"Need it?

"Required. Otherwise, Your Majesty's curse will not be lifted."

"It's difficult."

Like every person.

"So, since you asked for it for now, I will take the lead on the meal reform, but you don't differ, do you?

"I don't mind. Do it right."

"Lend me one."

"Uhm, okay"

All right, I took the word.

"Anything else?

"There isn't. I'll go home and get it soon."

"Mm-hmm. I prefer the rest of you who work fast.... but I don't think so. I want you more and more."

"I think I belong to Claire."

"Why don't you and Claire move to the Empire? The Empire can marry you, too?

"Mm."

Honestly, that's a little unattractive.

... Oh, my God, what are we going to do about it?

"I don't care about the format. Claire and I are compassionate."

"Hmm, too bad. So that's it. Stay back."

"Excuse me."

When I finished my worship, I went straight back to Bauer's dorm.

Come on, we're gonna wreak a cooking boom on the Empire!