Isekai Ryouridou

Guests came to Luu's settlement hours after that.

After the taste of Deep-fried Dragon Tin, we considered the contents of the other dedication, and it was time to move on to preparing dinner for today - when the newspaper was delivered.

"Hey, Zida. What's the matter with you?

First, it was Zida who came.

How dare he stay in the settlement of Luu for five days now and keep me a guard along with Lyada-Lu and others.

"Camua-Josh and others are here again. I'm offering to talk to Asta, do you agree?

"The camouflage? That, of course.... or if it's a camouflage, it's going to come a long way."

"Camua-Josh has brought us to the troubled. If Asta doesn't respond, I'll keep turning back, so she wants to get back to you first."

With a stubborn, faceless look, Zida describes it. His yellow eyes were lit with a flame that could not be calm.

"It has been accompanied by the daughter of Cycleus and his squire, the Sims. Though he was brought to this settlement with the consent of Lord Genos.... Do you want to respond?

Of course, I was supposed to give you a surprise.

"Li, did you bring Lifreia and Sanjula? Camus did? Why?

"I don't know. If you want to know why, ask the person."

If you have Malstein's consent, you will have to respond.

Nevertheless, the combination of Camua-Josh and Refraia was too unimaginable.

"You can't drive me back without even listening to me.... Raina-Lou, it's a little out, thank you."

"Yes. Asta, please be careful"

I nodded back to Raina-Lou and the others who seemed worried, and I left with Zida for how long.

While walking, Zida snaps low.

"That Sim man doesn't have a knife. Don't worry, there's nothing dangerous about it unless Camua-Josh betrays you."

Zida is only ten centimeters shorter than I am.

Besides, the shoulder injury from the broken bone shouldn't have completely healed.

But that little body was regarded as a fluctuation of power unbeatable even by the hunters by the woods.

"Is that it? Ai-fa?

A little further, in front of the main house mother house, Ai-Fa was connecting Gilr's reins to the tree.

A blue eye with a strong light looks at me.

"I'm back now.... Looks like you're back at the right place."

"Are you back, too? If that's the case, it's a rock."

Along with Ai-Fa, who revealed no less vigilance than Zida, we will go further.

The great square of the settlement of Lou, at the end of which were already assembled other men.

Lyada-Lu and Mida, and the boys who already qualify as hunters.

With that and the outfit opposite, a bunch of bitter people are waiting for us.

Three soldiers dressed in white armor, and Camua-Josh, plus a small and large figure hiding his face in a hooded cloak - I guess that's Refraia and Sanjula.

Outside the square there was also the box-shaped car they apparently came in and the figure of Totos pulling it off.

"Hey, Asta. I'm sorry you surprised me. As I told Zida there, Marquis Genos is committed to it. If you'd like, could you talk to them for a second?

Camua laughs relaxed.

Ai-Fa and Zida molested me, and that smile turned into something somewhat bittersweet.

"I'm telling you, I was just asked by Lord Genos to escort me, too, right? It is their will that they have come to this occasion. I'm not involved in any of this, am I?

While I nodded back, I approached them to the distance that I-Fa would allow.

First, the bigger shadow unhoods the cape in a slightly less expensive motion.

"It's a hiccup, Asta. … thank you for discussing and acknowledging"

It is Sanjula, relative to the first time in almost half a month.

Long hair with a pale chestnut color, pale eyes. And there seemed to be no difference between the people of the east and the people of the west, who smiled softly.

"... I hear all the Turan family squires have been kept away from you elsewhere, but how can you stay with your husband in that way?

When Ai-Fa asked in a sharp voice, Sanjula smiled calmly and turned back to you.

"I, the Turan family squire, am different. Cycleus, he was hired by copper coins, but he's a house, a windmill he doesn't have. … and now we redeem our sins and are free."

"Yes, that's why it falls to your heart that you, who imitated evil and treacherous, kept your husband from replacing you."

It was Camua who answered such Ey-Fa doubts.

"We are allowed to do so at the discretion of Lord Genos.... they were allowed to stay under Princess Lefreia specially because it would be more reassuring to stay within sight of me than to let go of this Goren, who is already a free person"

"But it..."

"Yeah. Looks like this Mitsuhito has an exceptional sword technique, as well as an investigation into how he was flying around towns all over the place as Cycleus' subordinate.... So Melfried washed himself thoroughly, too, but he couldn't find any proof as a sinner. I guess it's more convenient that you stay within sight of yourself like this, because there's nowhere else to go to keep you in shape."

Did the story also reach the ear of the Marquis of Genos that maybe there is Cycleus blood in San Jura?

Whatever it is, it is an unconvincing story to want to keep under surveillance rather than let it go wild.

I decided to exchange words with Sanjula once again because I shut my mouth even though I-Fa seemed a little unwilling.

"You're really hitting on me. … but what can we do for you now?

"I'm just an escort. Talk, Refraia, there is."

In response to the words, the smaller figure also paid off the hood with a quiet fingertip.

It's still a little girl with a luxurious body - Refraiia - who glances chestnut-colored hair all the way around her chest and makes her eyes glow hard.

No difference is made to the ivory coloured skin that hasn't burned in the day, to the crisp, conspicuous, temperamental look, or to the arrogant look of the eye.

I don't wear ornaments, and the white outfit under my cape doesn't seem so gorgeous. but how aristocratic she is standing in a woodland settlement, the appearance brought me tremendous discomfort.

"Asta at Fa's house. I wanted to ask you something today, and I took you all the way to a place like this."

That's what Refraia said in a tall, slightly tongueless voice.

Occasionally, I = fa glances at "Hey".

"Without apologizing for my disrespect the other day, isn't it a much more expensive gesture? You used despicable means to find Asta, my noble daughter."

"You were a forest folk who falsely brought Asta back that night with the daughter of the Chamber of Commerce. Could the name have been Ey-Fa in Fa's house?

Refraia's eyes look at Ey-Fa as if he's a pain in the ass.

"I have already been judged for that sin, and it is nothing to do with my will that my six-month confinement has been reduced to just a few days. You're asking me to apologize, even though I've already redeemed my sins?

"You didn't even try to apologize to Asta that night. It would be too disrespectful to behave like that with no remorse"

"Hmm? If you can't talk without apologizing for being rude, I'll try to apologize for as much as I can."

With that said, Refraia has combined her little hands in front of her chest and she's got her head peppered down on me.

"Asta at Fa's house. I have not heard thy word that I want to go home, and have taken away his own freedom from my shallow thoughts. Please forgive me for my numerous disrespects.... Are you ready for this?

Ai-Fa finally tied his mouth to the letter to, as he became a noisy eye-catcher.

Refraia gracefully pays off the long hair flowing in front of her face.

Only one father was captured as a great sinner and became awaiting trial. What thoughts she was to have as a result of such harsh events - at least it seemed entirely impossible to get inside out of that standing behavior.

"We must return by the fifth hour. I don't have time for this, so let me just talk to you.... Asta at Fa's house, are you invited as a cook to Marquis Genos's planned dinner party?

"Yeah, you are."

I asked the person who would soon be the head of the Count's family if I could speak this way, and I asked him to do so.

Refraia looks up at me from a lower position than one head.

"I was to be invited to that dinner party. It's like they've decided to execute it in my hall."

"Huh? Is it true, Camua?

To my words, Camua nods, "Yeah."

"The purpose of Marquis Genos is harmony with the people of the woods. Then you should have Princess Lifreia present."

"That may be so... so the place will be Count Turan's Hall?

"Yes. They're moving on in that direction because calling on noble people to Castle Genos will again require a lot of cumbersome procedures and preparations. If you're on the verge of getting screwed over at the Turan family, it seems like it makes sense to have harmony in the same place. Fortunately, Count Turan's mansion is home to a fine chef like Castel Genos."

Well, if the Turan family escorts are swept away and the Kingsguards get protection, the place can be anywhere.

If that's how Malstein laid it down, there's no other way to follow it.

But...

"I heard that story and I came up with one thing.... Asta in Fa's house, can't you feed my father your dishes too?

"Ha!? ♪ And now it's time for me to raise an unstoppable voice ♪

I = fa have narrowed my eyes as if they were frightened.

"Well, what kind of story is that? I'm not even supposed to be attending your father, am I?

"It's not natural. My father, unlike me, is going to be questioned? There's no way such a father would be invited to such a place, is there?

"Well, then why..."

"My father wants to taste all the food in the world. That's why they bought a lot of ingredients from Sims and Jagals, and they called in cooks."

Not looking bad at all, Refraia said so.

"But you've never spoken of the food of an emigrants before. If the interrogation starts, I'm sure you'll be on death row or spending the rest of your life in prison, so this will be your last chance to eat your food.... As a daughter, you naturally wish to dedicate your last solder to your father, don't you?

"I'm willing to wish for it, but this one doesn't have a single muscle to hear it"

In a low voice, Ai-Fa responded.

Refraia looks back at you like you're in trouble again.

"Am I speaking to Asta in Fa's house? Or do I need your forgiveness that I'm a parent first to wish for Asta?

"Exactly. And it will also be a story that requires the forgiveness of a forest chief before I do."

Ey-Fa's voice sounds harsh.

"Zazz-Sung, who was once the chief of the forest side, and Cycleus, and his brother, Silel, have long committed numerous great sins. In order to gain wealth and strength, they have taken the lives of innocent people. It doesn't seem to me right to pity such a great sinner"

"But the interrogation hasn't begun yet, has it? Even when it comes to sinners, the weight of their sins has not yet been weighed. That's why I thought this was my last chance."

Conversely, the voice of Refraia was beginning to dwell in strange tranquillity.

"Once the trial has been handed down, we'll have to keep eating crude meals in jail for the rest of our lives, even if we're spared the death penalty. For a father who is only interested in gastronomy, that would be the same punishment as death penalty. … so I want you to say your last supper-like dinner before your father is cut off as a sinner."

…………

"Of course, I'm not allowed to handle a single piece of copper coin freely right now. So although I can't even pay the corresponding price -"

Saying, Refraia flew her gaze to the nearby guard who stood instead.

"Hey, could you lend me that hipster dagger?

The white-armed Kingsguard didn't move a single expression.

With a golden brown head, the camouflage advances from the opposite side.

"Shall I lend it to you? However, you can't be self-harmed, so if you do a strange imitation, we'll let you hold it back even a little rough, right?

"I don't mind. Because I'm not going to do that stupid imitation."

Camua nodded and magically took the dagger out of his long cape.

And with that dagger in his hand, he looks back at Sanjula.

"I'm sorry, but I think I'll ask you to stay away for a little while, Sanjula and I will"

"... I, am powerless. There's nothing left to do."

"Hey, you say it's only been a few days since you got your whipping sentence, but that's how you're just being able to move for granted, and you feel threatened enough. Your companion, who was punished by the same punishment, can't even sleep yet and wander around on the bunk?

Camua waves her dagger with a puffy smile on her face.

"The beast of hand, above all, is terrifying. About that, I'm a hunter, not a hunter. I don't want to wet the forestside settlement with sinner's blood, so just stay away from your husband for a little while."

With a pale smile on her face, Sanjula looked more like Lifreia.

Refraia nods small, so Sanjula finally retreats.

Two soldiers immediately captured the arm from left to right.

"Yes, yes. I think you need to be very careful.... Princess Lifreia, a dagger, please."

Refraia received the dagger silently.

And return only the leather sheath to the camure.

"That's kind of a hassle. … I can't even pay the price, so I'm offering this instead."

Refraia holds a dagger backwards.

So it wasn't long before anyone stopped - Refraia cut off the chestnut hair that had dripped down to her chest, crunching it off from the side of her neck.

Long, beautifully cared for hair glistens golden in the sun, scattering in the woodland settlements.

"I no longer have any power left. As Lord Genos commands, there is no other way to live as a puppet.... Well, I was just relaxing and enjoying the raw life my father gave me, so it's only natural that my father would lose his legs and take away everything at the same time."

Refraia resolutely declared that way, exposing her undressed Zabula head.

"If you tell me to be a nigger, I will be a nigger, and if I tell you to marry some nobleman and let him succeed the governor, then follow that word. I can swear that I will never bring disaster to the people of the woods again, nor am I left with the power to do harm that way in the first place.... So just one last thing, could you please do what I want?

"Until then... you want my father to eat my food?

"That's right."

Refraia glanced over at me with her dagger-grabbed right hand up to her side.

A knuckled camouflage holds it in the leather sheath with a tough hand.

"Marquis Genos said he would leave everything to Asta and the forest chiefs. However, he also said that there was no need to give warmth or anything to Cycleus, who had been deceiving the people of the woods for more than a decade, and Princess Lifreia, who had taken Asta from her."

I looked back at Camus.

Camua is smiling, not the wind that she feels sticky.

"It's just that Cycleus gets weaker every day, and nowadays he's the best at taking medicinal meals to contain the disease, and he doesn't have the strength to mouth any other decent meals. Since life is unlikely to last until interrogation, I hope it can nourish Asta's cooking at all - that's about all I can think of beneficially, so I'll leave the decision to you."

"Really..."

Different thoughts really got into my chest.

Both against Refraia and against Cycleus, I had a feeling I couldn't say in a word.

Anger and disgust are among them, of course. But as much as that, how could they have stepped off the road in this way - and more importantly, could they not have lived a way full of love and hope - the nasty, the vain and the uncut were overflowing in my chest without any help?

But fortunately, or whatever, this wasn't the kind of story I could decide at my own discretion.

I looked as calm as I could and turned back to Refraia, keeping the whirling emotional twist at the bottom of my stomach.

"Then I'll talk to the forest chief and the parent, Ai-Fa. So if I don't disagree, I'll cook for your father.... That's all I can say."

"Yes..."

Refraia closed her eyelids and once again combined her fingertips in front of her chest.

"I pray that my wish may be heard.... Thanks, Asta at Fa's house"

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That's how the day goes even further.

Cycleus' disease will not recover, Silel will remain silent, and the outlaws will not be able to grasp the whereabouts this way. Only time passed, not wanting dramatic changes, etc.

In the meantime, the details of the dinner party were to be arranged safely.

The date and time is the thirtieth day of the white moon.

The location is the main residence of Count Turan's house.

There are thirteen participants.

From the forestside settlements, Donda-Lou, Graf-Zaza, Dari-Sauti, Gazran-Rutim, Fou's parents, and Baim's parents.

From Genos, Marstein, Melfried, Lifreia, Guardians of the Turan family, representatives of the Saturas family, representatives of the Dareim family - this, it seems, was elected Polearth, the second son.

And as a courier, Wellhide of the Marquis of Banaam.

thirteen or more.

As for the cooking number to keep the cook, I, Raina-Lou, Sheila-Lou and four of Rimi-Lou were to go out and, furthermore, as their escorts, I, Fa, Rudd-Lou, Dalm-Lou and Lau-Rau were to be escorted.

Limi-Luu gave a pleasant voice, needless to say that Dan-Rutim let the roar of sorrow slip.

It was then decided that Cycleus would also be served a small dinner, an acknowledged, unofficial backstage event of the forest chief and Marquis Marquis de Genos Malstein.

Even among the Chiefs, there was considerable controversy over this agenda, but in the end it was to be admitted that it was not something harmful.

It was probably a Donda-Lou word that was the deciding factor.

"We need Cycleus' life to bring that other sinner named Silhouel to justice correctly. I don't want Cycleus or his daughter to eat food from the woods because she doesn't like it. Is that too childish of an idea?

Graf-Zaza and others were stubbornly opposed to each other until the end, but they were to hold their mouths with it.

As far as I'm concerned, I have no objection to it - more than that, I was supposed to secretly tremble my chest at Donda-Lou's words, which cut off my dish as "cooking by the woods".

That was how the Camus would receive a response from the Chiefs, and further details about the dinner party would be delivered by the Camus.

"On the same day, Asta wanted me to encourage her to work in the little cook at Count Turan's house, but she wanted me to declare in advance the amount of ingredients that I needed for the perishable ingredients around it, like caron milk or kimmus eggs."

"Really? Got it."

"So, although it seems that the cooking number on the Genos side has been chosen by Mitsuhito, who once held the post of deputy chef at the Turan family... is Mitsuhito someone who has ties to Asta?

"The deputy chef of the Turan family?... Oh, that's probably the person who was rubbing dinner in another cook when I was locked up at the Turan house. Refraia said she was comparing the taste to the taste by sifting the person and my dishes to the guests."

"I see! The person was eager to get a cooking number for this dinner party from herself. Well, if that's the way it goes, then I'm convinced."

"Are you eager?... He wouldn't be hostile to me or the people by the woods, would he?

I haven't been given much detail, but when comparing the flavors, both Refraia and Dial said that my dishes tasted better.

If you try it in person, you won't even be able to talk about simmering breasts like this.

"Isn't it more a sense of pure confrontation as a cook than a sense of hostility? The cooks who worked in that hall didn't swear allegiance to Cycleus personally because they were just looking for wealth and fame, so I don't think they have anything to worry about. Nowadays, he has taken the Turan family away and returned to the original restaurant."

Apparently, the Turan family has already implemented a major reform by the hands of their guardians and doers.

He doesn't even know his exact identity or anything, but he's the blood muscle on the side of the Turan family, yet he's the one who spent the rest of his life secretly in the corner of Turan territory, ostracized from Cycleus.

So, not only was the escort unit dismissed due to the extraction of the person and Malstein, but the cooks and servants were also transferred to a different place of work, and now only Cycleus and the unaffiliated people are packing in the mansion.

I guess under Cycleus only the Kingsguard Corps and the Doctors Corps are allowed to approach, and under Refraia only Sanjula is allowed to stay.

(I wonder what the hell happened to Roy or Chiffon-Cher)

As far as Chiffon-Cher was concerned, I also tried to ask Camua the end of the line, but he said, "I have no idea."

"Or is that the people of Mahydra? I hear Cycleus insisted that I plotted this kind of conspiracy to save the people of Mahydra, who are serving as slaves. It would be troublesome if other nobles had such ridiculous suspicions, so I am careful not to get involved."

"... does Camus hate Mahydra?

When I accidentally asked him that, Camus laughed a lot, "No way."

"That, of course, only allows those who were persecuting my mother to have feelings of anger, but isn't it inconsistent to resent the country itself called Mahydra and all the people of Mahydra?... if you dare to ask where the blame lies, you will have to resent your parents for knowing that they will be persecuted and who have made contact with people from hostile countries."

So does Camua mean that no matter how persecuted he is, he will not try to resent anyone - and thus chose the way to live in a floating way?

It was, of course, impossible for me and others to read sincerity from that stubborn face laughing like a Cheshire cat.

That's how the days went by and I solemnly decided to continue my culinary studies for dinner.

For the first time, noblemen mouth the dishes of Giva, so there is no need to prepare novel contributions. But instead of having to serve all the dishes in order, it became necessary to work out a lot of ideas.

It is a troubling and enjoyable day to arrange your previous dishes, try your hand at a whole new dish.

Whatever it is, as far as I'm concerned, there was no other sincere effort to bring delicious food to both the forest chiefs and the nobles of Genos.

So - while working on culinary studies and research that way, I decided to sneak in on some of those days with Ai-Fa.

"Hey, Ai-Fa. I think I'll even try a little hamburger before dinner, what do you think?

Ey-Fa, who had returned as soon as possible that day, kept his mouth shut in my ear as he moved his eyebrows tingly.

"Why? At the dinner party, will you sift through the dish called Tatsugi? Don't you need to make Hanba-gu?

"Yeah, but it's been over twenty days since I-Fa last ate hamburger, hasn't it? Patience is the limit, isn't it?

Even at the dinner party that I invited the Zulo-Sungs to, they didn't say anything about hamburgers.

For one reason, it was Hamburg, where Sheila-Lou and the others were even.

Not much of a dedication called Hamburg is welcome in Lew's main house. Therefore, until the day I could return to Fa's house, I was postponed. Just wait to finish the Castle Town dinner party like this, which is why we're going to keep saying no to Hamburg for nearly a month.

No matter how much, there can't be that much I-Fa patience.

I thought so, and as of late I let him suggest it that way, but I = fa just shook his neck sideways loosely.

"My spirit is not that fragile. Don't turn your back on anything unnecessary, but you should encourage your work."

"Yeah? But we haven't even got eyes on when we can go back to Fa's yet, have we?

"It doesn't matter, he says. As for Hanba-gu, I was no longer so concerned."

That was too much of an eye-fa and all that.

I got worried that maybe he was suppressing it with his steel mental powers as he boiled back his frustrations - but the eye-fa at the time, he looked really cool.

"Um, I can't believe it. What's gotten better about the hamburger that I loved so much?

"That's not the case," Ai-Fa says again.

"I just thought. This is all you've kept me waiting, so I'm guessing you'll rub a wonderful dinner in the wake of your return to Fa's house.... Thinking about the day makes me feel more fun than painful."

…………

"So there's nothing to show you"

That's what I said, Ai-Fa quietly stared back at my face.

Something like a full-width, trustworthy eye.

(... He's setting me a high hurdle)

This may have been as much of a trial as a castle town dinner party where you had to squeeze all your energies.

Whatever - we weren't going to be plagued by any major freaks afterwards, and we were supposed to celebrate the 30th of the White Moon.