I Woke Up Piloting the Strongest Starship, so I Became a Space Mercenary

The area around the table where the dishes were arranged was very crowded. Everything seems to be lined up with ingredients that can be harvested at Cormatt III.

"I hope it's not weird...."

"At least there's nothing to ruin my stomach. If you get food poisoning at a party like this, the Count's house will be ruined."

That's true, too.

Elma was right, and she jumped into my eyes, approaching the table with confidence. It was a round-roasted pork size potato sauce. The surface of the pure white body has a light brown grill, and it seems to be burning with a really good feeling.

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"What are you looking at? It must be delicious."

Elma glanced back at me. Yes... is it delicious? Really?

"Here, I'm starting to cut it up. Go go"

"Seriously....?

Elma pushes me to a place where I cut giant potato dishes. I am somehow at the forefront of Elma's push to accept the appearance as if other participants were distant. Ah, Mimi over there... Mimi desperately strayed from me. You abandoned me! Mimi!

"Go ahead."

Oh, wow.

Potatoes cut by the cook are served on small plates. Apparently, there's a potato epidermis cut off on top of something like crackers and a thick contents.

"Mh...?

The moment I put the green sauce in my mouth, a refreshing fragrance came through my nose. Apparently, the green sauce was made from basil vanilla. Then, the cracker's crisp texture, the fragrance of crispy and baked taro skin, and the rich cheesy flavor spread into the mouth.

"I don't know what to say, but it's delicious against the appearance."

"That's right. It looks grotesque, but it tastes great."

Give me another one.

"Yes, sir."

I'll get you another potato cracker. Yeah, it's delicious. I don't know if Elma is serious. I've been looking at her like this, but you're not with me. Let the cook make another potato cracker and press it against Elma.

"Oh, it's really delicious."

"Isn't it?"

Whether Elma's reaction was caught or not, the other customers who were watching on the far side also started ordering crackers loaded with potatoes.

"If we can harvest these specialties, Cormatt III will prosper."

"A potato ranch? I'm afraid to imagine what it would be like to be an adult."

"Stop it, I'm in a good mood for delicious food...."

What would adults look like if they were larvae of this size? What kind of larvae is he anyway? I'm not exhausted, but when I think deeply, it seems like it fits deeply, so let's stop.

"Isn't it just a matter of people living in colonial businesses?"

"I don't think so, but it doesn't matter if there are such specialties? It will be a strength."

"I see... even so, those unique creatures don't die under the influence of terraforming. I'm surprised."

"The ability of organisms to adapt to the environment is also different. I think a lot of species have died."

I don't think so.

That way, the potato is a living creature that survives terraforming. Well, it looks like life is going to be strong with just that.

However, considering that, there seems to be a lot of trouble with terraforming. I feel like environmental protection organizations are making a lot of noise, but is that not the case? No, I'm afraid I'll be crushed by the might of the nobles. Huge sums of money are likely to move in the colonization business, and in some cases profiteers are likely to crush such movements without the nobility wanting to wield power.

And then Mimi and I walked towards us. There is a cracker with a potato on the plate of the hand. You're getting stronger, Mimi.

"Mimi... how dare you abandon me earlier?

"Ah, ahaha... I'm sorry"

"I just gave you the spear."

"I thought it was the courage of a boulder. I'm a little..."

There's no potato cracker on Whiskey's plate. Looks like we've managed to sort things out in a balanced way.

Wee is conservative when it comes to eating.

"I don't like eating."

"The insects are a little..."

Well, it's impossible. But for now, the insect-based ingredients I've eaten in this world are intact, unexpectedly. Does it mean that there is no room for deliberately distributing unpleasant things to the boulders?

"Oh, here comes the princess."

Oh?

Elma pulled her sleeve and followed her gaze, and there was Chris in his dress. It is not a very flashy dress, but a dress that is modest and quite impressive, such as a ruffle. It's a sensual expression, but you don't look like much of a girl... it kind of looks like an adult.

"Good evening, Captain. Are you enjoying the party?

"Yes, Christina. I've been banging on Cormatt III's specialties."

That said, Chris's shoulders trembled slightly as he turned his gaze towards the giant potato that I had dismantled in the middle of the year. Apparently, the impact of the giant potato worm caused psychological damage to Chris in Lady Mode.

"Oh, what's more, if it looks like you've had it every once in a while?"

"Honestly, I'm sorry."

I whispered an apology to Chris, who smiled at me. In the meantime, let's change our position so that Chris doesn't see any giant potatoes.

After that, the party ended safely, with no particular turmoil, talking to Chris and enjoying a rare meal with Mimi. I saw them on the way, but the media on our ship were also filming the party. I'm not an invitee, so I guess I kept some fancy food and alcohol. I'm sorry.