I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

"Yes, please! This is ancestral curry soup!

"Curry soup with plenty of meat! It's 200 gold a cup!

"Delicious."

Last day of the cooking contest. An awesome queue could be made in front of the Black Tail Pavilion stall.

More than 300 people would be in line.

"You can sell it for this price."

(Because it's delicious!

200 gold for a glass of soup is a pretty strong price. It is the price of a night's rest and lodging. It was 20 times more expensive considering that Mr. Io's soup is usually 10 gold a year.

But the money is still thin. Anyway, they've collected as many spices and ingredients as they want through their culinary guild. The production of the prototype alone was quite scattered.

Magic vegetables and brand ingredients that were only in knowledge. Rare spices. The result of using all that stuff was the price of 200 gold a cup.

The meat is practically free because I use the stuff I prepared over here. I would have bought more than 300 gold if I had even bought warcraft meat.

Still, I was stepping there to see if I could sell it, but it was actually bigger than I imagined.

A sign called Curry's Ancestors. Reviews by what worked last year. Adventurers' information network. Big publicity for culinary guilds. A network of merchants. Io's visibility.

They all fit together and were packed by far more customers than expected. The queue was so awesome that I immediately increased the number of sellers and increased the cashier.

It is still this matrix.

"Ugh, I can't finish the queue..."

"It's harder than last time -"

"Ugh. Princess Black Thunder tricked me"

Don't say bad things about people, Lydia! If I told you I'd rather bribe you, you're the ones who jumped at me!

Three Scarlet Maidens, who also helped the seller last time, are also convening fast. I mean, I bought it as a customer in the first place, so I hired it as a seller.

I have not refused to lie and force you to be a seller. I just didn't say that bribery was after work. No, of course not, right? Why do I have to bribe someone I haven't even worked for yet?

For this reason, our stall serves soup curry with hawk vegetables and gobbly meat. It is sold in a cup of thick paper and covered with bread instead of a lid.

Imaginarily, you just need to cut the roasted round bread slightly larger than the roll bread up and down and push it hard from the top of the cup to make it look like a lid.

I can't even get a curry, and I can sell bread with it.

Spicy is usually available in three varieties: spicy, spicy, and spicy dragon. They all got Fran and Ursi ink, it's an excellent soup curry.

But dragon spices are mostly reserved for adventurers. Like last year, rumors are circulating that I'm embarrassed to be an adventurer if I can't eat this much.

I thought it was Corberto's fault again this year, but this time it wasn't such a rumor. Thanks, it looks like the adventurers who ate dragon spice last year took the liberty of saying so.

You're not rooting for Barbora with a traditional knoll like this, are you?

Adventurers who don't like spicy things. I'm sorry.

Fran, who has dominated almost all stalls in the past few days, said several curry dishes are likely to be rivals. They say the only thing that's reciprocal is the curry dragon meal soup that Fermus serves.

That Fran says it's mutual, so I guess it really is. Don't do it, Fermus. Already, they've made the spice conditioning.

I mean, it's practically my loss, right? This one is my ancestor without restriction. Fermus is pursuing his interests as a stall, while creating soup for me and each other in just one year.

Don't do it, Fermus! For Fran's sake, we still have to refine!

With that in mind, Fran's signs unwittingly swayed. I wouldn't go as far as upset, but with a little surprise, would you be willing to fight?

Just a few millimeters of change in the center of gravity. Apparently my body accidentally tried to move into a battle posture.

But that won't be impossible either.

"Heh. Is this the curry guy? It does smell good. Hey, sister?

"Oh. That looks delicious."

Two people receiving curry now. I reacted to noisy signs, especially from red-haired women.

If I was on the wrong side of the road, I might have thought they were selling me a fight. That's about it, wearing aggressive signs.

The threesome of adventurers who were sellers have completely contracted out.

The woman stares at three of Scarlet's maidens, as she makes a price tag. I guess I shifted my gaze with Lydia, Maia and Judith and immediately lost interest.

Next thing I know, I've stared at Fran.

……

……

Wow, what the hell is this woman? For a moment, I remember when I first met the Beast King. So much intimidation from a woman's eyes, so fierce. You might even call it fierce.

And the strength you have in you will be considerable. Including that, he overlapped with the Beast King. If the signs were just similar, I think the area around Meir would have been recalled.

Not really, the unconscious reminder of the Beast King meant that I felt so much danger to this woman.

Fran also stares back at the woman.

We're not beating each other up, intimidating each other. However, the problem was that the subtle atmosphere of restraint created by both worthy parties was intimidating enough for the average person.

It would be a moment for the two of them to meet each other. But unnatural noise rises. There are a variety of reasons, including those who rush the clerk without knowing why, and those who suddenly feel cold and raise their voices. But I guess I can't help but open my mouth and make some noise.

I don't think very many people know what happened, but instincts seem to have understood that the scene was dangerous.

The adventurers, the understanders of a handful of places, are vice versa. Before Fran and the woman's strength, all they can do is shut up.

However, only for a few seconds did the anomaly occur.

……

When the woman received the curry, she left the stall. Both Fran and the woman just naturally pulled each other together so that the wrong Yankees would wear cancer.

In the first place, if the two of them had really hit each other with intimidation, there would have been panic.

'... what the hell was that woman? You're an adventurer?

(strong)

"Oh, yeah."

Later, why don't you ask someone for information about that woman? Definitely because you must be a famous adventurer.