Isekai Ryouridou

"Ko, this... I learned it from Asta, so this is a treat called Shingeki."

Even listening to Tour-Din, Timaro kept his eyes round.

"You have a really demonic appearance. I can't imagine the flavor at all."

"Yes. I hope it's in your mouth..."

A cake in the hall, one turn smaller than the one dedicated to the nobles, was placed on a plate of ceramic magnetism.

Still, it would have been about 15 centimeters in diameter. Limi-Luu and Raina Luu also had tastings, so they were set to that size.

Yet today's decorative cake was made with cream of Gigi leaves. Overall, it is a shade of chocolate cream, where the decorations are unrolled with plain white cream. Furthermore, when candied strawberries are placed, the arrow fruit looks quite colorful.

"Oh, this is so soft, I'll let you cut it"

Tour-Din stands up sneaky and cuts the cake in the hall.

Five equal parts are difficult, so I was able to get the last cut, too. Limi-Luu and others stare at the cross-section of the cake with their eyes shining.

"Inside, it's fuwano fabric, isn't it? And is this the fruit of Lamam?"

"Yes. I chop the stewed and softened lamb fruit and mix it with cream."

Lamam is a sweet and sour fruit similar to apples. The sponge portion was divided into three layers, so the small carved lamb fruit was elaborated along with the cream of the plain in in the gap.

"This rare look will please the aristocrats, too. But what matters is only the flavor."

With that said, Timaro carried a cake that shrugged with a spoon into his mouth.

Its eyes open to amazement with further momentum.

The left and right assistants, it was the same thing.

And Rimi-Lou said, "Yum! ♪ And I give you pleasure ♪

"Wow! Asta's made it for me - so delicious you can't beat it! I knew Tour-Din was amazing."

"Oh, thank you"

Tour-Din looked more anxiously at Timaro.

Timaro has eaten a mouthful and remains stiff.

In the meantime, I've decided to give you a taste of Tour-Din's power, too.

The sponge part with whipped eggs is so soft that it can be cut apart without difficulty with a spoon. The cream part had melted a lot, but its smooth glow gave me a feeling of how sweet it might taste.

When I actually carry it to my mouth, it's rarely sweet. Gigi leaves are also suppressed in quantities, so the bitter taste does not stand first, but is established as a chocolate-flavoured cream. Tul-din's tongue and taste in identifying the portions around here were just fine.

Sometimes I like the acidity and texture of the mixed lambs. Even though it is passing through the heat, it still leaves a somewhat squeaky texture, with an apple-like acidity that rests the tongue that seems sweet and melting. Whether or not to use Lamam is the Tour-din that bothered me to the end, but this was thought to be a great success to use.

"I see… it is only natural that Princess Odifia should receive the sweets of Lord Tour-Din"

Timaro, who was stiff, said so, now grumpy and relaxed.

"I'm not surprised that Lord Asta has such a talented disciple."

"Yes, but they have gone up to Tour-Din all the time when it comes to confectionery. When I teach you a new idea, in a few days, you'll be able to make something better than me."

"Oh, no, that's not true. How dare I, without Asta..."

And, Tour-Din gets smaller and smaller.

Timaro shook his head loosely in return for such a Tour-din appearance.

"I have spoken of Lord Dia's confectionery several times. That was such a great finish, as if jewellery and silver craftsmanship had turned into confectionery. … I have now been tasted the same amazement and every passing moment as it"

"Hey, I'm afraid... Oh, well, then..."

"Yes, what is it?

"... will I continue to be allowed to deliver sweets to Odifia?

Tour-Din had a prayerful eye.

Timaro strokes one of his twinkly foreheads and then nods, "Yeah."

"Lord Tour-Din has no less talent for confectionery making than Lord Dia, so there is no reason to be credited with anything. I'm sure that's what the Wang Capitals will think."

"Really......" Thur-din put his hand to his chest and breathed deeply.

Timaro finally cheeks his lid-mouthed cake and groans oddly, "Mmm..."

"This is, uh, you're using Sim's gigigi leaves. How can such bitter tea leaves produce such flavors... oh so sparingly they eat everything"

Apparently, Tour-Din's confectionery rocked Timaro's harp line a lot.

And it was Rimi-Lou's "Chatch Cake" that drove him after it.

When I told him I was going to offer the same dedication as before, Rimi-Lou decided to offer the latest version of "Chatch Cake" to go along with it. Timaro, who casually mouthed Limi-Lew's 'Chatch Cake' while hitting the finish of Tool-Din's decorative cake, was glaring at his body in a totally unexpected manner.

"This also tastes extraordinarily better than before."

To Timaro's words, Rimi-Lou puts his head on "ehehehehehehehehe".

"Asta taught me how to make a new one again! Everyone at the woods told me it was delicious!

This time, Tau's fruit was used to devise a new topping.

Tau's fruit is actually similar to soybeans, so I stir-fried it, then peeled it, and shredded it. Only then could it be finished in a fragrant powder condition.

Mix the sugar in that tau fruit kimchi powder, sprinkle it in a chutch cake, and then sprinkle with black honey stuffed with sugar. As for the wasabi cake, the chatch cake is, in a sense, like a return to its origin.

In addition, the body of the chatch cake was prepared with two kinds, elaborated with the juice of caron milk and gigigi leaves, with a finish that enjoyed the milk and cocoa flavors.

"You added a fragrant flavor and an incredible texture by using this tau fruit powder. And the melted sugar and tau fruit both have a strong sweetness, which highlights the sweetness of one of the eating humans… No, the original taste of the subtle confectionery called chacci cake goes hand in hand, and this is a great finish"

"Thanks! But Rimi just made it the way Asta taught me!

"That's not true. It was Rimi-Lou who came up with the idea of using caron milk and gigigi leaves in a chatch cake, and it's supposed to taste so much better than I make it."

Rimi-Lou smiles with a lovely face mixed with joy and illumination.

Watching that smile, Timaro asked in a sigh.

"... How old exactly are Lord Tool-Din and Lord Rimi-Lou?

"Wow, I'm eleven."

"Rimi turned nine last time!

"Eleven and nine... it's truly horrible. And I am ashamed that I was turning my attention only to Lord Tour-Din to keep your presence at bay."

Neither did Timaro's confectionery, which sighs like that, discourage the Limi-Lu's. The last time I said "maju" to Limi-Lu, I didn't even use alcohol or anything to flavor it this time, and it was a flavor that we could eat safely.

Its contents were the baked sweets of Fuwano, mainly minmi.

The story is that I heated and melted minmi nuts similar to peaches, refined them into fuwano dough, and then baked them. The sweetness and fragrance of the minmi grew from the entire dough, and it had an incredible flavour.

Also, I like the snug texture that I can feel sometimes. I wondered if he even used the lamb fruit, and I asked him if it was candied chum chum when he was a taco.

"This is delicious. That's a very sweet taste."

That's what Tour-Din said, but Timaro had a slightly bitter smile.

As far as we're concerned, it was a satisfying feat, but as a Castle Town cook, I'm afraid I regret it. It is Timaro's values that the more ingredients used, the more splendid they are.

"I was going to make this confection with confidence too, but it would blur in front of you two confections. All the more so if you are the first people to speak of your sweets."

"Yes, no, I think I'm really delicious... but..."

"It's okay. It seemed to me today that this was the best dedication."

When Timaro answered that way, the door behind him was knocked.

Ai-Fa and Rudd-Lou look back sharply.

"Dear Forestside, Dear Timaro and Marquis Marquis Marstein, I would like you to join us in the dining room."

It is the voice of Shayla the Samurai.

We looked each other in the eye, and then we got up.

Timaro also stands up and offers his assistants to clean up the cook.

When I opened the door, I tried to snag Shayla, and two Genos martial officers stood side by side.

Behind it, Giza-Lou and Gazran-Rutim can also look the same.

"Come on in - I'll show you to the dining room"

We got together and stepped out onto the brick corridor.

Genos' martial officers still stand up at the main points of the corridor. There should be many guests staying at this VIP hotel, so I guess we're keeping an eye on it to keep it away from the meeting place of the nobles.

Eventually it was a familiar double-open door that arrived.

On several previous occasions, I have been brought to this dining room. Even the first day Timaro and the cook were kept, we served food in this room.

"… if the hunters will also enter the room, we will keep the knife and coat"

One of the martial officers who stood in front of the door says so.

After a short interaction, only Rudd-Lou was to remain outside. Stand by there unarmed.

The samurai raise their voices after they see the swords and cloaks of the Ai-Fas put into the hands of their guards.

"We have brought seven people from the woods, as well as the cook, Lord Timaro. Permission to enter please."

The martial officer pulled open the door, along with a voice from the indoor saying "allow."

As I stepped in there, I was caught in a strange atmosphere.

Also, the reason was obvious at a glance.

"Well done, folks by the woods. Go to the center of the room."

Malstein calls on Eagle Deep.

The hunters follow each other perfectly behind Kamado's turn, and the seven of them walk together.

The identity of the different atmosphere was the number of soldiers defending that room.

On the left and right walls, ten soldiers at a time line up. Moreover, it is a fully armed figure, with armor wrapped around it and a long sword lowered. And he put a lion's crest upon the silver breastplate, which were soldiers of the king's capital.

And the dining room table is arranged in a strange way.

A large, long table on the side was arranged in reverse L-shaped form, one in the back, one on the right. The three people who sat in the back were dressed from the front and the three who sat on the right were dressed to look at us going from side to side into the center of the room.

The three men on the right are the nobles of Genos.

This is Marquis Marquis Marstein of Genos, his first son, Melfried, the head of the Kingsguard regiment, and Polearth, the Earl of Dalaim.

Malstein was smiling loosely.

Melfried is staring at us with no expression.

Polearth was anxiously lowering his brow butt.

We stood in the center of the room, watched by those three.

The three figures in the back seat could be seen more clearly with that.

Of the three, two are wrapped in loose long clothes. Another person, perhaps Ruid, a thousand lions long, the superior officer of Doug and Iphius, is wearing a neat dress with a collar.

Unexpectedly, the person was young. He looks so much like Doug and Iphius, a young man in his mid-twenties.

He is long, has a nasty spine, and has a tough look like a samurai. Those less emotional eyes were gray and the brown hair was cut short.

"Today, it was daunting. You don't have to break your knee, so I'll give you a name."

As relaxed as ever, that's what Malstein said.

It's a crackling thing to look at this Mistress, but it doesn't seem to make any difference. Young, smooth, with long brown hair, he is a spicy noble figure with a shapely moustache. There is no similarity anywhere between Mel Fried, who is as faceless as an iron mask.

First he looked around at the nobles of the Genos faction, then fixed his gaze on the nobles of the King's capital, and Ziza-Lou quietly cut off his mouth fire.

"It's Jiza-Lu, the eldest brother of the Luu main house, the chieftaincy muscle by the woods."

"Likewise, I'm Raina-Lou, my next sister in the main house of Lou"

"Er... this is my youngest sister, Rimi-Lou, from the main house of Lou"

"I'm Gazran-Rutim, the head of the Rutim main family, a family member of the Ruuw family."

After stating it in a gentle voice, Gazran-Rutim looked at Tour-din as he nodded.

It was in the order of Thur-din who would be named next in the woodland lesson.

"... this is Thur-din, the family of the Zaza family of the chieftains by the woods, and the family of the Din main house"

"The people by the woods, the head of Fa's house, Ai-Fa."

"This is Asta, the family of Fa's house, the people by the woods."

So for the first time, I heard a "solder" and a snort.

A man in the midst of the nobles of the capital laughed in ridicule.

Timaro finally thanked him after he saw that the person had nothing to say.

"My name is Timaro, cook of Genos and chef of the Spear Pavilion of Selva. Today I give you the honor and joy that you see."

Timaro, who lives in the castle town, while surrounded by twenty soldiers, seemed nowhere to be cowardly for the time being, even relative to six nobles.

"I see..." one of the aristocrats raises a laughing voice.

"Is this the asta of the house of Pha, which names the people of the emigrants? As you can see from the report, I don't think you're a very good traveler."

He is the one who was just sniffing.

Needless to say, I was alerted to the person from the beginning.

This must be the person who was coming to the meeting with the Chiefs in a state of intoxication.

He was often intoxicated by the evidence.

He sits sloppily in a splendidly decorated chair with one elbow on the table. Silvercraft and jewelry ornaments sparkled on his fingers and wrists.

This person is also a young man in his twenties. It may be a long, aristocratic face, but the neighborhood is floating beneath my eyes. He had an insensitive, self-depraved, arrogant, thin laugh.

In comparison, the other nobleman has a truly unobstructed appearance. This is a magnificent man who seems to be crossing forty paths, slightly skinny, with his moustache and jawbeard twisting. He was a gentle, elegant and gracious man.

"Let me introduce you. From the right, the auditor of the king's capital, Alglad, Lord Talon, also Lord Dreg, and the chief of the thousand lions, Lord Ruid."

To Malstein's words, only a magnificent gracious figure, Tal-on, nodded.

The young aristocrat Dreg, with his intoxicated, cloudy eyes, stares at us.

"In this, only Gazran-Rutim should have faced the history of the King's capital. Continuing the other day, it was daunting."

To Malstein's words, Gazran-Rutim gives a salute.

Then Dreg snorted "Han" again.

"Last time it was the amulet of the chiefs, this time it was the amulet of the cooks. You're not supposed to have been called by name once, are you, Gazran-Rutim?

"Yes, last time and this time, I have done an escort job by the will of the chief Donda-Lou"

"Hmm. Aren't we the ones who are out of our hands on our own, whilst wandering to say that giva hunting is a noble job, etc. If there's nothing dark behind it, there's no need for an escort."

Then the so-called tar-on dregged "Fair enough".

"Roughing up your voice like that won't keep the conversation going. I summoned you tonight to determine the skill of the cooks by the woods, so we should finish the story first."

A person named Tall On felt more calm than his age.

The waist is soft, the language is polite, and so far I can't feel a bad impression.

But Dreg was twisting his "solder" and mouth.

"Such things are indistinguishable. All I know is, at best, it's sweet."

That being said, Dreg compared the appearance of Tour-Din and Limi-Lu.

"But I was afraid that such toddlers were cooks. Was that really you guys who rubbed it on your own?

"Yes. With the moves we learned from Asta, we did."

"Hmm... Castle Town cook, didn't you lend a hand in the back?

"Yes, I had a taste of it too, but both were brilliant arrangements"

Timaro smiled elegantly, thanking him.

Dreg shrugs his shoulder with his cheek cane on.

"Then it is no good to blame Madness for the deeds of Marquis Genos' daughter. Totally hateful."

"Right. At least I don't think there was a bad color compared to the confectionery we are served at Castel Genos. If the rarity is worse, you might even say that the sweets made by the cooks by the woods are better."

Tour-Din glanced at his body like a hack, then lowered his head.

The hand is grabbing the chest outfit again. Tour-Din's confectionery skills were to be recognized for their unexpected flair.

But without a hint of biting that joy, Dreg's congested eyes have been directed towards me.

"Then again, the problem is you, Asta from Fa's house."

"Ha... weren't you satisfied with your cooking?

"I have no satisfaction or flatulence. There's no way to rule on that kind of dish."

What the hell has bought his discomfort?

Standing ready, as I waited for the continuation of my words, the horizontal polearths tried to raise their voice: "But..."

Try to whisper that, and Dreg will throw it away.

"Do you think you can speak so easily of something you don't know about, such as Gibba's meat? The only dish you served that I could mouth was an appetizer gigo. How could such a raw guinea pig be the only one who could identify your arm?

"... Shouldn't you have used giva meat?

Exactly, I was confused and looked back at the Polearths.

As it responds, Polearth once again speaks out "but".

"Then you should offer not to use giva meat from the beginning. Lord Asta is a famous cook in Giva cuisine, so if you're ordered to show your arms, it's only natural to use Giva meat."

"Hmm. Then you guys should have given instructions like that. Damn, they're a bunch of bums."

That being said, Dreg drank the drink glass of fruit liquor in one breath.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm just confused.

Then, Dreg laughed with such a drunken look.

"Well, why don't you ask me what I think from the one who messed with the food instead of me? Your food wasn't so bad."

"Lord Dreg, it's..."

Polearths floats.

The voice overlapped with the stiff tone of the larynx.

"Ah......" he shouted unreliable and Tour-Din clung to my arm.

At the same time, I = fa grabbed the opposite arm.

A black, giant shadow appears before us like that.

It was an uninterrupted, huge, dog.

A black dog lurked behind the seats of the Dreggs until now, honking an iron chain connected to his neck, circled to the front of the table.

"... is that a dog? He looks a lot different than the hounds we use."

When Giza-Lou asked in a soothing voice, Dreg laughed inclusively, "Humph" in a delightful manner.

"This is a lion dog raised to protect you. If you imitate the devil, you'll pull your arm out of your shoulder, so be careful."

As much as that didn't sound like an exaggerated threat complaint, the black dog had a vicious appearance.

Body length may not be so different from that of a hound. Instead, the torso and limbs are terribly thick and the head is quite huge. On top of that, they have long body hair all over them, and around their necks they grow to the point of lion tenderness. It was also thought that the name Lion Dog would hardly look as firm as this.

The nose is a lot crumbly, maybe a little like Chow Chow. With that in mind, I don't have to feel somewhat adored, but anyway, it's too huge. Also, those black eyes were looking around at us as if to identify prey, and that alone made me feel a cold sweat floating in my spine.

"... this dog is also your escort"

Ziza-Lou says only freshly to the deposition.

"Regardless," Dreg laughed spirally.

"One of these lion dogs will serve ten soldiers. Hey, how was Asta's cooking at Fa's house?

In response to Dreg's inquiry, the lion dog responded with a cannon-like roar.

Tour-Din is trembling with a grudge as he clung to my arm.

"Lord Dreg, you're overjoyed. Ask the dog and you won't be able to identify the cook."

Speaking that way was still a tall on.

"Besides, me and Lord Ruid have given us a good taste of Giva cuisine. I'll take care of this place."

"Hmm. It's something you can mouth like meat from a beast you don't know how to handle. Let's hope you haven't been summoned tomorrow morning."

So when Dreg tapped the table twice at his fingertips, the lion dog pulled itself and behind the seat.

In the meantime, Tal-on looks back at us with tenderly narrowed eyes.

"Gibba's meat was quite a powerful flavor. Reminds you of gamma, mountain bird meat, etc., wild flavors… If so, it may come as no surprise that meat itself is treated as a commodity"

"Yes. Really?"

"And so did your skill in cooking it... which I found truly brilliant"

With a very calm look on his face, Tall On said so.

"Rather than that, the dish of Genos weighs too much bizarre and has a slight lack of elegance. In that sense, I wonder if the dishes of Asta in the house of Fa would rather seem more preferable to those of us in the king's capital...... Don't you also think so, Lord Ruid?

"What do you think? I'm just a samurai. I'm not going to be able to twist my feelings."

It was stubborn and Ruid had just stated so.

Mel Fried's grey eyes often look like glass balls, but these Mitsujin eyes are a little deeper in color and feel more like steel shades.

"However, if you are talking about whether it was delicious or not… it seemed very delicious to me"

"Yeah, I agree. I didn't even dream that people living in the woods would be able to cook that much better."

That's how the narrowly narrowed Talon's eyes stared at me from the front.

"I guess you're originally a person who learned the art of cooking in the right place, Asta at Fa's house"

"Yes, my house ran a restaurant..."

"I see, have a restaurant. But the fact that we can use so many different ingredients must have been born and raised in a land with the corresponding richness."

At the same time that I heard the words, I had to face one fact.

With this smiling smile, all he could see was a sharp, exploring glow in Tall On's eyes.

This is by no means just a serene person. Later, I was so sure.

"That's a lot of praise again! You're going to tell me that Poitan or something was supposed to have been used for the dishes as much as just now, but it was still so delicious?

And, dreg interrupts me with a humble voice.

Tal-on nodded, "Yes," with a smile.

"I mean, it's so incredibly comfortable that that was Poitan, etc. It was as if I was savoring the superb fuwano."

"Hmm. It just seems like bullshit when you overlap words that far."

If I remember correctly, it should have been Dreg who came from a land called Bangs, a Poitan region.

But there was also plenty of giva meat used for the okonomiyaki, so I guess it never got delivered to his mouth. Camua-Josh's advice came to an end in complete emptiness.

"But being a cook with that much arm while claiming to be an unborn windmill is a frightening story. Tomorrow, we'll hear a lot of fun stories."

That's what Dreg said, so I thought, "Tomorrow?" I questioned him.

Tall on is better, he smiles and says, "Right."

"Tomorrow we will interrogate Asta at Fa's house. Don't worry, we've already sent word to the forest chief."

Ziza-Lou looked at Malstein more sincerely.

Malstein also nods, retaining his original serene expression.

"As Lord Talon said, I just sent a messenger to the Lew family. Tomorrow we'll have not only Asta, but seven human beings gathered together."

"Seven?

"Mm-hmm. Asta in Fa's house, Ai-Fa in Fa's house, guests in Luu's house, Barsha, Zida, Michele, Mime, Schmiral in Lilyn's house, seven more."

Ziza-Lou leaned down his ankle like a pussy.

"We still know Barsha and Zida, but for what reason can the others be called?

"Sometimes I wonder what. Are they all the people who moved from town to the woods? Can it be done without asking what happened?"

And it was Dreg who cut his mouth like that.

"I see," Ziza-Lou concludes.

"Whatever, until we obey the chief's decision. So you were convinced that Asta and the others had the skill to act as Kamadoku?

"Yeah, that's perfectly fine. We were also sincerely convinced."

That's what I said, and Tal-on looked more like Timaro, as I recall.

"Your skill was brilliant, too. As I said earlier, I don't have to wonder if the cooking of Genos is too strange... but if you don't have so much training, you can't shape that much cooking. No, I'm really impressed."

"... you speak excessively, and we are at the utmost of pleasure"

Timaro was smiling and giving thanks.

But somehow, he doesn't look very happy.

After smiling at Timaro like that again, Talon uttered the closing words.

"So let's close the meeting with this for today. The people of the woods will see you tomorrow."

That's how we got kicked out of the cafeteria.

Without the appearance of a lion dog on the way, it is such a treatment as to be considered a shoulder watermark.

When the door was opened by the hand of a martial artist, Rudd-Lou, who was arm-wrapped in the middle of the corridor, said, "Is that it?" I rounded my eyes.

"What, are we done here? It was a long time ago."

Ziza-Lou just replied, "Uhm," and didn't try to speak jealously.

They also refrained from Genos martial arts officers and Shayla. Until I left Castle Town, I wasn't in a situation where I could speak clearly at dawn.

In the meantime, an unexpected person whispered to my ear.

Whoever it is, we were forced to leave the room together, it is Timaro.

"... Lord Asta, that was a really heartless trick."

"Huh? What is it?

"Of course, it's about that atrocious act of feeding the cuisine of blame to the beasts and such. Whatever the prospect, such imitation should never be tolerated."

Timaro had his blood vessels floating thinly around his temples.

"If I had been revealed in the same eyes, I might have been on too many knees of sorrow. Well done, Lord Asta."

"Yeah, well... I couldn't even be distracted and grieved. Or so much so that I was prepared to harass you worse."

"Really? I'm not cooking for people like that again."

That's all I said, Timaro walked away from me.

I get a little worried and turn to Ai-Fa.

"Hey, was I-Fa okay?

"Um... I had something I wanted to ask the aristocrats on that occasion, but I didn't think it was a good idea to slap the extra mouth and mess up the place, so I kept my mouth shut. That's all I've got left."

"What do you want to ask? What was that all about?

"Uhm...... Asta's cooking also used vegetables, poitains, etc., but would it be okay to feed it to the dog?

I didn't think so, I rounded my eyes properly.

Ai-Fa has a very serious face.

"Don't let the hounds eat only meat and bones, Schmiral said. I'm worried that the dog won't suffer from something else."

"Um... so if that dog breaks my stomach, he'll be obsessed with my cooking, are you worried?

"Hmm?", Ai-Fa frowned.

"What are you talking about, you. If the dog freaks himself out by feeding him something he can't eat, though that would be the responsibility of the nobleman who fed him, not Asta? I'm not talking about that. I'm concerned about the dog's fate."

"Oh well.... In my hometown, dogs ate something other than meat. Or so surprised that the hounds only eat meat. So I'm pretty sure that the lion dog is from a family that's been given a meal other than meat."

"Hmm. I hope so."

Ai-Fa breathed in worry.

I'm me, let me breathe relief.

"Even a nobleman named Dreg wouldn't feed his precious guard dog a meal that would be a misty poison.... I'm relieved I didn't seem angry."

"Angry? Against what?

"So it's about that nobleman making fun of Giva food and feeding it to dogs"

"Oh," Ai-Fa shrugged her shoulder.

"I don't remember my anger at such things. It would be happier for a dog to eat Giva if she could be eaten by such a rude human being."

Ai-Fa seemed to say that from the bottom of his heart.

That's how you twist my face on the side.

"Whatever it is, all the important stories have been held up tomorrow. Never fail to be careful, Asta."

"Yeah, I know"

Tomorrow not only I, but Michelle and Barsha and Schmiral have been called in.

What the hell kind of intent is hidden there? I felt tighter than I am today without having to be pressed into my mind by Ey-Fa.

(Besides, Malstein didn't see the heart after all, and didn't try to say a word to Melfried... what the hell are the nobles of Genos feeling)

But it's all about tomorrow.

I had no choice but to do everything in my power to overcome this ordeal, along with Ai-Fa and the rest of us.