Isekai Ryouridou

Next day past Jomtien. We were to gather at the Xuanrong Pavilion again with the same facial rash.

"Thank you for waiting. This will be a dish made with chit-pickles."

Before Nail and Schmiral stand faceless, I'll have two wooden dishes lined up.

"Chit Pot" is a rewarming of what I've been making at home, and "Giva Chit" is a creation in this kitchen.

Chit-pickling explodes its scent by heating. Vina-Lu and Sin-Luu kept their well-behaved faceless expressions and subtly retreated to the window.

"I see. Sounds like a lot different finish than a dish with raw chits. I'm looking forward to this."

With that said, Nair takes up a 'Giva Chit' wood dish.

"But isn't the cost of ingredients a lot for buying chit pickles from me? Is this in your interest?

"Yes, although the cost of ingredients jumps nearly double compared to other dishes. It's going to take a little while to complete the dedication using raw chits, so I thought I'd do this this one."

Using the fruit of raw chits, the cost rate would be lowered a lot. However, it seemed to me that it would take a while to develop an unbeatable contribution to these dishes using nail homemade chit pickles.

From today on, of course, it is the existence of a commitment to the study. I do not intend to put the cost rate second in line with the current position of being able to obtain cheap Giva meat.

But again - Schmiral is leaving this Genos in less than half a month.

Then you want me to taste what I think is the best dish at the moment.

It was "Giva Chit" and "Chit Hot Pot" with that in mind.

"I'll give it to you."

Nair and Schmiral take the wooden spoon.

Both started with 'Giva Chit'.

When I took a bite of him - I felt like Schmiral's cleavage eyes were the clearest and biggest thing I've ever seen.

But for once, I don't want to talk about my thoughts, I take up the 'chit pan' vessel.

I scrape a bite of the soup I shrugged with a wooden spoon, and now I close my eyelids.

"How about that?" And I tried to ask.

But it's, "Yummy!" has been cancelled by a shout.

It is not Schmiral, of course, but the voice of Nair.

Nair had begun to tremble with a grudge while carrying the vessel of "Giva Chit".

"What a vibrant flavor! Sure this tastes like my chit-pickled, but that's not all, is it? Is that Myrmu? Did you add Myrmu?

Your husband, who was no less faceless than Similar until just a moment ago, looks back at me with a stunned look.

"Ah, yes. And then we use a little tau oil."

"Is it tau oil! Yum yum yum! But I guess the decision-maker is Giva's meat! This meat really goes with the chit-pickled flavor!

Then Nail grabbed the vessel of the 'chit pan' and freshly drank it with a tinkle.

"This one is delicious too! What a deep flavor! It's totally separate from a pan just filled with crushed chit fruit! I didn't know you had this way of eating chit-pickled...... oh yummy! I'm going to be able to eat as many cups of this as I can!

"I'm afraid so."

In front of our startling eyes, Nair quickly ate a 'chit pan'.

Because of the excitement, or the efficacy of the fruit of the chit, the ivory coloured face stains bright red, besides sweating.

"This will definitely please our customers! Oh, I didn't know my chit-pickling had this way of eating! Asta! You are a true cook! I must thank both Selva, the Western god, and Sim, the Eastern god, for the good fortune I have had with you! This dish is really..."

And Nair returned to me, and looked back at the fleshy shmiral in a hasty manner.

Schmiral stares at your husband with the same faceless expression.

"Also...... sorry! In front of our customers from the east, I couldn't help but expose my emotions…"

"Problem, no. Nail, a dear friend."

I was calmly responded to by Shmiral, and the nail still got annoyed with my bright red face.

"How was Schmiral?

While the length of silence did not create awkwardness, I decided to take a look at the subtle words.

Schmiral looks back and narrows his eyes thinner than Ziza-Lou.

"Very delicious.... most delicious, I think"

And for the first time, I clearly saw that thinning lip lift just a little bit of a mouth angle and a very soft smile.

"I, too, am emotional, embarrassed. … but it's delicious"

"Oh, thank you"

I kind of felt like my chest was jammed.

"No, I'm really surprised," says Nair, who, in the meantime, soaked his sweat with hand-tuffed clothes removed from his nose and regained some calm.

"Both are delicious. I'm not likely to be able to choose one or another. Could you offer these two dishes on a daily basis, if possible?

"That's okay, but this juice takes longer to simmer, doesn't it? Hopefully even after I cut the job, I'll keep simmering on low heat until the meat is tender..."

"I don't mind. It's profitable for me to just buy thirty meals of pickled chips every day, so I'll be happy to take care of that kind of work."

Apparently, the portion was confirmed in thirty meals as well.

As a result, the work at the Xuanrong Pavilion was also successfully concluded.

"You're a strange man, aren't you, Asta? Why would a cook like you be in Inn Town? Maybe it's from some castle town?

"No, I wasn't born in a big place called Castle Town. In my hometown, restaurants weren't unusual."

"Excuse me, but where were you born? It's the western kingdom, right?

The question was crackling.

"I'm not from this continent. An island country called Japan is my home. One day, when I realized what it was like, I was down in the Morga Forest."

"You don't know... The only thing connected to the people outside the sea in the first place is the northern kingdom, Mahydra, right?

"Really? I have no idea how I ended up on this continent."

Nair leaned his neck strangely, and Schmiral, his eyes narrowed in wonder.

It's a very worrying sight.

"But if you're not born in the western kingdom, I'm convinced. That's why you lived by the woods without any resistance, and you came to mingle with the people by the woods."

While I regained my courteous faceless expression, the nail, still a lot of rap, has stacked words like that.

"I think that's great. When I was younger, I went to Sims and was intoxicated by that incredible culture, but I just couldn't abandon God. But I think. I wondered why the people of the four kingdoms could not walk any further."

"Ha. But Sim and Jagal are friends for the western kingdom, right?

"That's right. But friends are only friends and are not allowed to be family, for example. If you still give birth to a child, you have to choose one God as the Fatherless Son or Motherless Son."

The story was the first.

Nail grins a bitter smile.

"So I have decided that if I were to marry my wife, I would be the people of the East, but I couldn't decide to abandon God myself, nor to force the other person to abandon God, so I ended up being single at this age."

So Naudis of the Great Tree Pavilion in the South was also born with a strange and complicated origins?

I was wondering if such a story was carried only by humans like Camus born between the west and the north that it was a hostile country.

"In that, I have always had a strong interest in you acting as a forest folk over the walls of your species. I thought I was jealous of you for acting freely - you weren't the son of the Four Gods from the beginning."

That's what I'm saying, I've been looking at you saying it's supposed to be nails.

"To abandon God doesn't mean a lot of parallels. Therefore, the people of the woodland, who abandoned Jagal and became the son of Selva, were to be given the raw of injustice. Even in that regard, I have always been heartbroken. Asta, what you've done to the woods without God should be a big turning point for them. Please give them a good destiny."

"... all I can do is cook."

"Isn't that enough," Nair smiled as though she could see.

That was such a warm smile that I thought I wouldn't have to force myself to even give a faceless look.

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After that, there was no such turmoil, and we were to loosen up and follow the Xuanrong Pavilion.

Schmiral talks quietly as he walks down a trail full of passers-by, even if it's not as good as the front street.

"Asta, you don't have a continental person."

"Huh? Oh, yes. You haven't really had a chance to talk like that before."

Somehow, Schmiral seemed less energetic.

I think we talked about being born in a country called Japan, but we didn't even explain that it wasn't a country within this continent, only...

"Excuse me. Should we have talked earlier? I didn't hide anything..."

"No. Born, irrelevant. Me, Asta, an exotic friend, I think. It's just, Asta, a strange reason, I get it a little.... Asta, the stars, I couldn't see."

"Stars?"

"Brothers, stars, I read. Murder star, leaving, I know. But I couldn't see Asta's star."

Black eyes glowing so beautifully in the narrow space of his ever-cut eyelids look at me thoughtfully.

"Asta, I was worried about the end of the line. So, my compatriots, Asta's star, I tried to read it. But Asta's star, I couldn't read it. … Asta, non-existent, compatriot, said"

"That's..." he questioned, but it didn't last.

The anxiety, which is usually pushed into the bottom of the belly, is likely to swell up when swollen.

That's on the verge of taking a clear shape - Schmiral grabbed my fingertips.

"But, Asta, it exists. Asta, I'm an important friend.... Asta, if you'll forgive me"

"... I also consider Schmiral to be a dear friend"

I try to put my strength on my almost frightening face and make it smile somehow.

"I don't know about saying this to customers, but I've been thinking that for a long time now. It's so sad to say goodbye in about ten days."

"Even if I'm away, I'm a friend." Pot of Silver, "Genos again, I'll be back. Sim, you can go home, Genos, I'll come as many times as I want. Asta, I look forward to meeting you."

When the Blue Moon is over, the Silver Pot, led by Schmiral, will go through Genos and continue trading in the West Kingdom.

Ultimately, he travels to the Wang capital and returns to Genos three months later. He said he plans to return to Sims in his home country afterwards.

As long as we live, we'll have the chance to see each other again and again.

As long as he's alive...

And if I don't even get flown somewhere where my presence isn't here.

(But still -)

I will never forget the people I met in this world.

Even if it were to be flown into a different world again, or returned to the original world - so now it is time to be burned down by the Fire of the End, I would never forget the people I met in this world or the life in this world until that moment when my consciousness was extinguished.

Renewing such thoughts allowed me to laugh back at Schmiral.

"Thank you. No matter how far away you are, I wish you all the best in Schmiral."

"... somehow, I don't interact like a man and woman who exchanged deed promises..."

And, looking a little muddy, Vina-Lou came from across to his mouth.

"Besides, you guys are still staying in this town for over ten days...?

"Yes. Blue moon, till it's over, I'm here"

Schmiral narrows his eyes to a slightly troubled feeling and takes his hands off my fingertips.

"Remaining, 12th. Asta, I can cook, eat, I'm happy."

"Yes, I encourage you to deliver delicious food every day"

Speaking of which, I've been overwhelmed with extra worries about whether I've had enough of Vina-Lou.

And again, I think.

Schmiral and Vina-Lou are different races of God.

For those two to be united, one of them has to transfer God. Nails have just asked me how difficult that is.

Besides, Schmiral is the leader of a trade union connected to the castle of Genos and the capital of the King to the west, and Vina-Lou is no longer the eldest sister of the forest chieftaincy. I guess abandoning God also means abandoning those positions, identities, and - and abandoning a number of compatriots. That's not a half-breed story.

(... so even though I don't know if Schmiral is in love with Vina-Lou, don't you need me to haunt my head)

But in case my speculation and delusions are firing, I just hope it ends like no one is sad.

Isn't it the inhabitants who live in the same world, saying that God is different?

If even those people couldn't be happy, it would be dark in my end.

Please tell my dear friends not to visit such a sad future - I decided to sneak in my heart and hope that it wasn't even in such a gala.