My brother without eyebrows says Mr. Fiore.

Since then I've taught him things like grilled pork ginger, chicken cutlets, and infinite cucumbers soothed with salted kobu and sesame oil, and I guess he's very serious around making and showing himself instantly.

"Tonkatsu is good for exams. Why is this? I just thought, well, I should try everything."

"Are you a test taker?

"Yes. 'Eat a ton of cutlets and win the battle!' targeted."

"Oh, you're on the verge of winning with a cutlet."

"That's how it is."

Remove the apron and return it to Mr. Fiore, and my work will be done.

Make sure they share the recipe in the mall by saying they can disclose it if asked. I'd like to eat at Kikunai's mansion.

"Ponzu will taste better if you simmer the mirin, combine the soy sauce with citrus fruit juice, add the kelp together, and let it sleep for a couple of days."

"Got it!

"I really do have some sauce for tonkatsu, but that depends on getting the spices"

Uster sauce and ketchup can't be made without spices. But whether or not there is that pivotal spice.

You may know that if you go to the Imperial City.

Hopefully this dish will have some good effect on this mall, while Mr. Laurent goes to the Adventurer's Guild to receive two handkerchief reward gold coins.

But before Dr. Romanov took it, he said this.

"Not two gold coins, but one gold coin, ninety nine silver coins, ninety nine copper coins, and a hundred iron coins, please"

"We're not money changers."

"You can't use gold to buy souvenirs in Teito, can you?

"Ah? Dear Phoenix, are you going to Empire City?

"Oh, yes. Actually, I'm here today to make some cash buying souvenirs in Teito."

If you tell him why you're going to Shishun and Teito, Mr. Laurent rubs his jaw and then takes a small leather bag out of the concierge.

"Goodbye."

"Huh? Oh, no!?

"Some thanks for offering me the recipe. You're not getting in that much, so take it. So you can spice him up and buy him."

Draw a parabola and the leather bag falls into my hand. The weight was quite good.

When I returned to the mansion after such a little social tour, Mr. Utsunomiya greeted me with a tired face.

No, not only Mr. Utsunomiya, but Mr. Lottenmeyer with no heart.

"Welcome home..."

"What's the matter?"

"That's..."

Hennahena and Mr. Utsunomiya's knees collapse.

The moment Mr. Rottenmeyer tried to blame it, something flew in Babun and Dr. Romanov hitched his hand aside for a moment and lifted it.

It sounded awesome from behind.

"No, I want to."

"Huh!? The bullet was you, Leggles!?

Hold your forehead, Pippi. Cry, Leggles, you come fluttering.

Accepting to bury his face in his pompous stomach made him cry even harder.

"Also, it was awesome. After the young man left, he tried to escape from the front door many times."

"If you try to catch me, cry harder. If we stop the escape, they'll run around the mansion."

"Wow, how are you..."

I guess it wasn't actually a fuss about cheerfulness.

Rubbing her brown skin and discreet, but slightly reddened forehead allowed only a few tears to subside.

"I'm back now"

"Welcome back."

Wipe off the dripping chin.

I just went out from morning to after noon, but did I miss the person I usually spend most of my time with?

With fluffy blonde hair in her hand, she calmed down or the tears seemed to stop completely.

"Ya, too, it was really hard!" No, I'm not here. "The only time I stopped crying was during Yuansan's swordsmanship archery."

"Oh, did you get an audition done quickly?"

"It's going to be complete, but Yuansan told me, 'If I'm a crybaby, my brother might leave me for a long time,' and I worked hard."

"Oh well."

Phew! And Leggles, with his chest stretched, his cheeks loosen up. Originally loose but even looser.

Teacher Romanov laughed at the crease as she stroked her head and the rubbing trick was even cuter and stroking her.

Fine, long live my brother idiot.

With that said, Leggles, you had someone sneaking up on you.

I don't even take that guy's side, but if the purpose is the same, it's not stingy to cooperate.

"Mr. Rottenmeyer, could you tell the chef to come to my room when he's free?

"I understand.... Have you sat down for anything?

"Actually."

Tell Mr. Rottenmeyer and Mr. Utsunomiya what you found out in the city. Then we both looked indescribable.

"I'm not throwing round."

"As an exit, if you had been exposed to fraud at the Imperial Mansion, it would have been nice to have attracted industry at last."

That's right.

Nodding at the words of Mr. Utsunomiya and Mr. Rottenmeyer. Then Dr. Romanov shook his head sideways in a sigh mix.

"I don't want to say anything bad, even if it's Phoenix, because he's your father, but you were willing to make a 'I exposed the injustice, I did it a little better in the economic situation of the territory, so shut up and raise Leggles' demand. Phoenix got in front of me, so I was prevented from doing that."

"Hmm, I don't want to think he's that arrogant..."

I can't say anything more than I don't know who my father is.

Leggles, it's your father, and I hate to say it bad.

"It's a good thing Kikunai moisturizes for whatever reason. Let's prioritize that. Black or white, cats that catch rats are good cats."

"Then I'll arrange for the chef to deliver the recipe to the Adventurer Alliance Master."

"I'll explain why. For a cook, the recipe is life, and you have to disclose it, so you have to be sincere."

"Yes, sir."

When he lowered his head with a pepper, Mr. Rottenmeyer disappeared in the direction of the kitchen.

Are you tired of the hard adult stories, Leggles, in the meantime you've been gliding your face around my stomach, but is this kid also a fat fetish?

"Still, what happens if you're away for the whole day when this noise is as much as you went out for a bit, Phoenix?

"Heh? Young lady, are you going out again?

"Are you going out again?

To the words of the casual Dr. Romanov, did you get shocked, or should you stop crying, make a membrane of tears while you look at it?

Oh, shit.

It was too late when I thought so.

"No!? Lai also go oooooooooo!?

I thought I'd die eating gang crying close enough to think my eardrums would break.