Isekai Ryouridou

Siri-Low stood still without a single exchange.

It is about the feast in the forestside settlement.

When the travellers began playing, Yumi, the daughter of Cebu Town, pulled herself out to such a place. He was forced to walk around the fire even though he had never danced before and was exposed to dozens of people.

When the tone of the performance finally interrupted, the word was delivered that Giva's meat had been cooked.

Then Yumi, who had not let go of his hand, also ran over there, and Siri-Low was left on the spot.

Around Siri-Low, folks from the woods come and go on a fast leg. If we move in a detour, we're going to be thrust. It was as if it had been thrown out inside Totos' packed cabin, and Siri-Low had had little more to do with it.

I try to find the face I see, but the shadow gets in the way and that's hard too. How can you move so slightly in a place like this where there is only a burning fire? Surrounded by forestside people with wild beastly eyes, Siri-Low was caught wanting to get nodded at on the spot.

Siri-Low is a citizen of Castle Town.

There is little such thing as an outlaw in a castle town protected by stone walls. The whisperers of identity are not allowed to step in, so naturally. For Siri-Low, who was born and raised in such a safe castle town, this occasion seemed as horrible as the sounding battlefield of a sword trident.

(And this is the foothill of Morga...)

Think of it that way, you'll lose all your strength from your feet.

In the house of Siri-Law, among other things, the horrors of Morga were conveyed.

Siri-Low was born in the old house.

In the kingdom of the west is a clan called the people of old blood. Mr. Lowe, named after Siri, was a testament to this.

When the kingdom Selva was founded hundreds of years ago, the man who followed it abandoned Mr. Therefore, the only people who still had the name of Mr. in the kingdom of the west were the noblemen with the territory and the descendants of the ancient blood people - the descendants of the free pioneering people who were not bored by the king.

Most importantly, hundreds of years later, the freedom-exploring people are not once persecuted. It may sometimes be considered a barbarian if it is a little closer to the king's capital, but at least it should have been treated like any other people in this Genos.

In the first place, the land was cut open by freelance people.

It was about 200 years ago that the Earl of Genos, who had received the royal decree, and his blood, occupied and ruled it.

That was because the human beings of the kingdom knew that rivers flowed into the land, leaving land suitable for growing crops.

Until then, the pioneers had lived in detail. Sure, the rivers of Rant and Tant were huge, but in every human being, with hundreds of them, there were limits to cutting open the land, and he could live boringly without having to. He raised Kimmus because he couldn't take the fish, raised Aria and Fuwano and Mammalia as much as he needed, and from time to time he bought salt and necessary necessities from visiting merchants, and he kept living in an extremely hiccups.

That peaceful life was to be broken 200 years ago.

Thousands of soldiers led by the Earl of Genos and many more people pushed the land quickly to rule.

At best, there was no way to thank the pioneers of the land, who had only dealt with the harvest of the fields and the bandits targeting their village daughters.

Stuck in choosing whether to leave the land or live as a people of the kingdom or whatever they wanted, the majority chose the latter. Lowe's house was one of them.

Rowe's house, however, apparently showed a cooperative attitude among other things. One way or the other, he was a free-flowing people who had been seen by the lower bitches, but later he was allowed to be a people of the castle town. Among the hundreds of liberal pioneering people, only a few of the families it allowed existed with one finger.

Together, the town of Genos has developed so far in the last 200 years.

Large numbers of humans flow from towns everywhere, and the number of people today is said to be 100,000 or 200,000. The Earls of Genos were to be converted into the Marquis family, and the three families, Turan, Saturas and Dareim, which were of the chivalrous class, were also to be awarded titles. Trading with Sims and Jagals also flourished, and is now also considered a fingerfolding and rich territory in Selva -.

To my mind, the Genos family was almost driven to the land dressed to be expelled from the King's capital.

In Selva, more than the Earl's house should be given territory. The territory must have been confiscated by the Selva royal family, and the new territory should not be grasped with their own hands - and all the inhabitants must have been expelled.

I suppose that anger and carelessness helped to develop this town of Genos so far.

It was so much so that he was now secretly afraid of his power by the man of the king's capital that he also gave the title to the three houses, in order that only one Marquis of Genos might not be free to do his power and abundance.

Siri-Low was such a people of the castle town of Genos.

Although not once accorded a high status, the origins are assumed to be correct. Even the Lowe family had made some people daughter-in-law about the division of the Count family and the Viscount family.

And in the Lowe family, there was a legacy of the old blood clan.

That was the inheritance of the mountains of Morga.

The mountains of Morga are inhabited by terrible beasts. He is the wolf of Valve, the serpent of Madarama, and the red wildlings.

Whatever ravages the mountains of Morga will be destroyed by those beasts. It is an absolute contraindication to the people who live in this land. It was correctly communicated to the rulers of Genos and continues to this day.

So even when people from the woods migrated about eighty years ago, they said the older ones were vehemently opposed.

Only about Gibba and Mundt and Geez lurk in the woods at the foot of the mountain, but if it were to be exactly like vandalizing the territory of wolves, serpents and wildlings, the scourge could destroy Genos itself. They claimed that they should be expelled from the land early, such as the barbarians who came from Jagal - and that's how they claimed it.

But the lord at the time accepted the people by the woods.

It was just then that the crop began to be vandalized by Giva, and in any case it would decay into the forest without hunting Giva in a barbarian without steel weapons, it may have seemed.

Whatever it was, the people by the woods would not perish, nor would the mountains of Morga be vandalized by their hands. While the mountain as a sanctuary was preserved, only the threat of Giva was withdrawn, and Genos was able to attain such prosperity.

It was at the foot of that dreadful mountain of Morga that Siri-Low stood now.

That fact is how threatening Siri-Low is.

If you look in the eastern direction, the mountain of Morga is obsessed with the blacks. Because my heart would be tied to fear just to see it, Siri-Low could hardly even look up properly after stepping into this forestside settlement.

(Selva, please give your pious child the hand of salvation...)

Siri-Low closed his eyes and wandered the talisman of his nostalgia.

That's when I got pounded on the shoulder from behind, and I almost screamed unexpectedly.

"Are you okay, Siri-Low? What the hell are you doing here?

Looking back, my daughter, with long black brown hair, was smiling calmly.

She's the daughter of this settlement, with the name Sheila-Lou.

Siri-Low breathed relieved, but instead realized that a young man with a beastly eye stood up and was to shrink again.

"Oh, this is my second brother in the Lew main house, Darm-Lew. Darum-Lou, this is from Castle Town."

"You'll do it with the Castle Town cook. Wasn't my father the first to explain?"

The young man tipped the earthen bottle of fruit liquor, whispering the words of Sheila-Lou roughly.

Apparently he is intoxicated and his eyes are narrowed on his sleeping beard a lot. The man threatened Siri-Low.

"Have you spoken of Giva's whole grill yet? Until just now, I was helping to cut it, too."

"Yes, no... I, um..."

I was looking for Roy with me, I wanted to tell him, but my tongue was paralyzed as if it were raw vanilla and I couldn't pronounce the word well.

Seeing how Siri-Lou looks like that, Sheila-Lou grins with a grin.

"Then let me carry it. Because with this momentum, it will soon be gone.... Dulm-Lou, I'm sorry, thank you Siri-Lou for a while"

"Oh, hey, you know...!

It was only by listening to such things as Siri-Low's call that Sheila-Lou disappeared beyond the flutter and crowd.

He gets left alone with a dreadful eyed drunk, and Siri-Low doesn't even live comfortably. People who drink fruit liquor with their mouths directly on the earthen bottle seemed only barbarian to Siri-Low.

"... you're in Castle Town, and you've been cooking for my brothers and sisters. Right, my daughter?

The young man who will eventually be Dalm-Lou has said so in his bottom-line voice.

"Jizza and Rudd were so surprised when they said they didn't think they could mouth such dishes in Castle Town... you seem to have a lot of power."

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"It is right that the women should be encouraged to do their job. I don't even want to eat dishes that don't use Giva meat, but you are proud of your power... because Ziza seldom speaks those words..."

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"Are you listening to me, my daughter?

"Kee, I'm listening!

"Hmm..." Darum-Lou said of the fruit wine again.

Wouldn't it be a lot more alcoholic? My feet are fluttering a little.

"I thought anything would be the same if I put it in my mouth, such as Giva's meat... it's a perfectly clever thing... if they ate something so delicious, I wouldn't even be able to complain..."

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"Making delicious food is the right thing to do... touch it, but I'll admit it... so be more proud of yourself... I know you're feeling a lot better than before, but you haven't had enough yet...?

"Oh, uh, what are you talking about...?

roughly, Siri-Low asked.

But Dalm-Lou is an unfocused eye, a sign that he is likely to fall even now.

That's when Sheila-Lou came back with the wood plate in his hand.

"Thank you for waiting. Oh, what's wrong, Dalm-Lou?

"What's wrong... I'm talking to you, so give me a proper reply..."

Sheila-Lou laughs like trouble and looks back at Siri-Lou.

"I'm sorry. What the hell were you talking about?

"... I don't know either"

Siri-Low was in such a mood that he wanted to be taken care of by Sheila-Lou already.

Among the people by the woods, this daughter feels, among other things, kind and intelligent. This Sheila-Lou was the only good thing for Siri-Lou than finding an unreliable escort and a guide.

"In the meantime, this way, please. This is what I've been cooking since daylight, the whole giva grill."

Sheila-Lou has been offering wood dishes, so Siri-Lou decided to focus his disturbed feelings on you.

The broiled, skinned meat is cut into small pieces and placed on a plate. The skin shines brown and the meat is white and moist. What drifts is the aroma of meat and pico leaves.

"Darum-Lou, too. Enjoy not only fruit liquor, but also dishes"

"Hmm......" Dulm-Lou put his hand up without force, so Siri-Lou decided to be it too.

It is the meat of Gibba, which has already been tasted many times.

After all, they only use salt and pico leaves, which convey the taste of meat directly.

Compared to Kimmus and Karon, the flesh would be stiffer.

Maybe a little stiffer than Gama.

But it didn't seem muscular solidity, it seemed to be a pleasant bite produced from solid meat fibers.

Unique to wild beasts, it tastes rampant.

But I can't feel the unpleasant smell at all. I guess it's well drained.

Since it has been seared for half a day, the fat and water are missing. However, a layer of puffy fat remains between the skin and the meat, and the taste has not been compromised. It doesn't taste like chewing or chewing, this was superior flesh that couldn't beat carons and gamma.

"As an ingredient, I think it's really great to have Giva meat. But this hasn't been very creative as a dish, has it? It looks like the only ones used are salt and pico leaves, and you wouldn't have had any difficulty with anything other than fire."

"Yes, but I learned from Asta that it takes a long time to broil and grill, which is why it takes so long to bring out the beauty of Giva meat. I don't have any ideas. Anyone can make them, so it's very difficult for Kamadoku by the woods."

Saying so, Sheila-Lou smiled again.

"And taking a long time is a special act for us, and I think the richness it allows is irreplaceable"

"... I don't know very well. Well, I guess it's the right dish for a celebratory seat. I also hear that in Sims, there is a lesson in arranging round-baked gamma on every table of your head in a celebratory seat."

Only while we were talking about cooking could Siri-Low be modest.

Sheila-Lou also feels like she has no heart or a happy face.

"Then I'll show you another dish. There are some sweets made by the Rimi-Lou's over there, how about that?

"Oh, no, I'm looking for Roy with me..."

To Siri-Law's words, Sheila-Law nods "Oh".

"The guy named Roy was with the Astas. So I'm going to show you Siri-Low."

"Huh? What does that mean?

"Yes, the Astas also seemed worried because they didn't see Siri-Low. So when I told him I was going to deliver the Giva roast, he said," Thank you very much. "

"So you're saying you've gone somewhere? Leave me?

"Oh, no, I made my own wish. I was hoping to get closer to you...... was that annoying?

Siri-Low was to be stuck in words.

I felt like I could withdraw this offer of a daughter named Sheila-Lou, and besides - if I turned it down and wanted to rendezvous with the Roys, I'd be like a lost toddler.

(Either way, if anything happens, it won't help in Roy...)

Thank you. Recently, that young man seems to have regained his old indulgence, making it harder for Siri-Low to handle it.

With that young man, with no back shield whatsoever, he is about to be seen by the previous lord of the Count Turan family, so I guess he is able to make his basement as a cook. It seemed that he would only be entrusted with the preparation of the servant's meal until the end, but he was still invited to the mansion as a single cook, not as someone's apprentice.

(Though that doesn't make it a good reason to slap Varcus in the mouth disrespectfully)

Then Sheila-Lou called out worryingly.

"What's wrong? If you're still worried by yourself..."

"No, I don't mind. If you're touring this place, you'll come across it somewhere. It would be very helpful if you could show us until then."

"Really," Sheila-Lou said, sparkling her eyes.

I think she is a clear and boring daughter compared to other woodland people, but I still feel different in strength and vitality from the people in town when I am mundane. Now was exactly the time.

"Thank you. Now let's go to the confectionery. Darum-Lou, are you okay?

"What...? I'm not drunk...?

Dalm-Lou, whose eyelids are falling back, returns the blurry words.

He was no longer extraordinarily horrible than when he first looked at him.

Thus Siri-Low was led to a painting of the square by Sheila-Lou.

The stone kamado is not built, and the wooden dishes are arranged sloppily on a rug illuminated by a burning fire. There was also a large crowd of humans there, but the majority of them were women.

"Oh, you, where the hell have you been?

One of them, a daughter whose skin colour is different from that of the people by the woods, comes out loud. It is Ten Himself, Yumi, who pushed Siri-Low into the present situation.

"You are the one who forced me to leave such a place -!"

"Hmm? The best way to get along is to sing and dance together, right? You had so much fun."

After saying so, Yumi cringed and laughed.

"But you, dancing to the human scum in Castle Town is a tease. I'm just hanging around like a drunk Kimmus."

"Wow, I'm just a cook's apprentice, and I'm not in the same position as being invited to a ball! Just because you're from Castle Town doesn't make sense that everyone is a master dancer, does it?

"Don't be so angry. Dancing is enough if we enjoy it."

Funny, Yumi had a more casual attitude than before.

No more signs of neglecting Siri-Low, laughing with pleasure. Has that all lifted my guard against Siri-Low?

"Sounds like you'll be playing some more songs later, so then we'll dance together again, right?

"I refuse!

Even if Siri-Low roughs up his voice, there's no way he cares.

Siri-Low got seriously worried that if he started playing again, he would be abducted forcefully.

"See you later, then. We have some business to attend to."

And, Yumi stood up with a large wooden plate in his hand.

Apparently, that was a plate I had brought myself, and the colorful confectionery was well placed in small pieces.

That's how Yumi leaves the spot with Terrier-Mass, and the Siri-Laws settle their hips in an empty place.

Toddlers and young daughters, who were customers, were smiling and cheeky with sweets.

Lined up are strange treats that were also presented at tea parties and supper parties, as well as baked treats. Besides, it is accompanied by a small plate of Panem nectar and fruit broth.

"They all look delicious. From which do you get your hands on, Siri-Low?

"Right. I want to say it all the way, so it can come from any one of them."

Then an elderly woman with a tender face took the confectionery from her hand.

"This way, please. It looks like your pale brown honey will go well with this treat."

"... thank you," Siri-Low received the wood plate.

A strange, translucent treat is swinging with puffiness. It is a confection that Asta and the others call 'chatch cake'.

This seems to be just like at the tea party, where caron milk is used, and it lit up slightly white.

So, the pale brown honey seems to be a refinement of the actual black boiled sugar of Hoboi. The fragrant smell of Hoboi fruit softly tickles my nose.

"... This treat is still delicious. Every time you look at it, different ingredients seem to be used, but that's not what you're trying to decide, it's what you're trying to do to entertain different flavors."

"Right. I think I'm just as delicious, both with gigigi leaves and with caron milk."

"But this is also a treat originally conceived by Asta, isn't it? This doesn't seem like a sweet treat trying to make use of the original ingredients."

After saying that, I remembered that Sheila-Lou wasn't there.

"What are you talking about?" As he was questioned, "Siri-Low explains what Michelle asked him to say.

"Making use of the original flavor is Michele and Asta's method, and keeping away from the original flavor is Varcus's method,... I see, the more you say it, the more convincing the story is"

"Yes, but is this a treat made from powder that boiled the chatch? I don't think it's a treat that makes use of the taste of chacci."

"Yeah. I'm sure Asta isn't just obsessed with the practice of harnessing the original flavor. First of all, I suppose you have the best eye for using strange ingredients to create dishes that you know. … Asta also devised a way of eating, for example, powdered Poitan and then melted in water to cook it, but she used to tell me that if there was an ingredient called Fuwano earlier than that, it might not have bothered her her her her mind."

"Does that mean...... Asta's hometown originally had ingredients like Fuwano, so we decided to devise a Poitan to cook in that way?

"Yes, because Poitan seems to be an ingredient called grain, he thought he must be able to do something about it."

It was kind of a headache story.

After visiting the settlement, Asta was to handle ingredients such as Aria and Poitan and Guiba meat for the first time, but in just a few months she came up with dishes like the present.

On the other hand, several varieties of vanilla and vegetables are still left untouched because we do not even know how to handle ingredients that have nothing in common with those that existed in our homeland. Would such a strange cook exist?

"I'm really a strange person to be called Asta. It seems to me that I am a holy being sent to bring happiness to the people of the woods."

"... to me, I am only an ominous being to confuse Varcus"

"Is Varcus confused? I honestly feel like I'm enjoying Asta's arrangement by trumpeting that this is something I don't need."

Siri-Low, I couldn't argue.

And it seems that this night shall not be forgotten, no matter what they say.

"But to me, both Varcus and Siri-Low are incredible."

"Huh? What am I?

"As I said yesterday, Siri-Low, who was a people of the castle town but was able to please the people by the woods that far without the meat of Gibba, seems as incredible and difficult to obtain as Varcus. … I am sincerely delighted that Siri-Low has come to the settlement by the woods"

After saying so, Sheila-Lou screamed "hey".

A young man sitting next to her suddenly approached her.

Once it's also on my shoulder, it sinks down to my feet as it drifts. The young man who crashed on Sheila-Lou's lap was resting in peace.

"Da, darm-lu, have you fallen asleep? They drink too much."

Sheila-Lou slammed the young man's shoulder as he turned bright red.

But Dalm-Lou has closed his eyelids for comfort without any sign of waking up.

When I lost consciousness that way, this young man also looked a lot younger.

"Oh, you know, could you help me grate Dalm-Lou?

When Sheila-Lou called, the older women smiled with pleasure.

"Wouldn't it be more comfortable sleeping on your feet than such a thin rug? Look, you look so happy sleeping."

"So, Tito Min-Lu, it's a woodland lesson for unmarried men and women to get in touch with each other."

"I don't suppose you and Dalm would have anything to do with it. I've had my eyes spilled for a long time or so at the feast."

Other daughters and toddlers continue to eat sweets with a smile.

Sheila-Lou has stared at Siri-Lou with a ruffled eye as she turned bright red.

"Don't worry. You can take the confectionery with your own hands."

"Oh, no, it's not..."

Any further words were silenced, and Siri-Low decided to lay his hands on Poitan's baked confectionery.

I didn't mean to stick around. Even with his very troubled face, Sheila-Lou looked somewhere happy, so he didn't feel like putting an extra hand on it.

That was how time flowed loosely, and the long overdue feast seemed to be finally coming to an end.