Isekai Ryouridou

"How long will it take to prepare for the fight? Until then, enjoy the food."

With Leiris' guidance, we set out to go to the next table.

I hear the Tour-dins were going around the table the other way around, so this is goodbye. Sin-Luu also disappeared, leaving only Ai-Fa, Lara-Luu and Gazran-Rutim members.

Gazran-Rutim was the first to go, exchanging words with the people surrounding the table. If you try Gazran-Rutim, that would have been the perfect opportunity to deepen ties with the people of the castle town. I was just enjoying cooking as much as I was earlier, so it made me reflect a bit.

"Um, speaking of which, don't we have to say hello to your people or something?

"Are you around to say hello? I have not learned from the woods, but shouldn't the chief, Lord Dari-Sauti, assume the role when this happens? Earlier, I heard you were exchanging words with Marquis Genos and the Diplomats of the King's Capital."

That's right, to Dari-Sauti, there was no flaw. If you look around wondering where you are now, it is what you are talking about with the people of the Count Dalaim family on the other side of the men and women enjoying the dance.

"We are also bypass blood muscles, so we do not greet each other in advance. Wouldn't that be enough to say hello to the people you met earlier?"

"I understand. Well, that's how I'd like to get back to it."

So when he arrived at the next table, there was still an exchange of greetings between the nobles.

It is a line of the Count Turan's house and the nobles of a magnificent age unknown. It was Tolst all the time that he was dealing with him, and Refraia was secluded.

Refraia is a wonderful dress that glitters golden. Is it still what the Count Turan family obtained in a time of pride of power? Speaking of which, the former Count Turan residence had a yellow roof, and the lowest surnames wore yellow attire, so yellow may have been the image color of the Count Turan family.

Refraia's banquet costume is glowing all over her body like satin fabric. A perfect outfit for a young but elegant face, Refraia.

However, Lifreia had hidden her eyelids with a mask.

When I entered, I had it hanging around my neck, but I guess I adjusted the string and put it back on. That doesn't matter, but it didn't even look like he was refusing to contact anyone.

(I wonder what. I don't know if I'm in a very good mood.... I hope you haven't strained one of Cycleus's things...)

With that in mind, I decided to turn my foot to Refraia first and foremost over the dish.

"It's a hiccup, Refraia. Besides, is that Muscle?

The big man in armor, who was forming behind Lefreia's nape, raises his voice, "Oh," and raises his cheek. It must have been an anticipation, it was muscle.

"It's a hiccup, folks by the woods. Sorry for the delay in greeting you"

"Terrible. That's the dialogue."

Musul, as always, had a splendid mustache wrapped around his lower half of his face. There is no resurrection of wasted meat, and the tough side that has been dragged away. And its dimpled little eyes felt the light of sincerity and joy from the heart.

"Hiccup, Asta. Besides, with the head of Fa's house... uh, to the head of Rutim's house, could he have been the daughter of Lou's house?

These faces are all celebrated with Refraia. Besides, Ai-Fa, as well as Gazran-Rutim, were supposed to be face-to-face, for example, in a meeting place.

Tolst, who was eager to speak of something with the unusual dressed aristocrats, comes here with a peppery bowl of grace, shaking his saggy cheeks like a pug dog. I gave you my thanks, and then I turned to Refraia.

"Being the head of the Count family also sounds like a hard time greeting the others. But Lefreia was allowed to socialize, above all."

Refraia just responded "Yes," in an uncomfortable manner.

Because of the mask, it's hard to grasp the mood. But in those pale eyes of color, I could not feel some sunken light.

"Ah... Speaking of which, before this, a great sinner from the Count Turan family has caused great trouble to the people by the woods again,"

And, Refraia drips her head down the sieve.

"Though that great sinner had already been stripped of his status as a Count... to me, he is my father's brother. My sincere apologies."

"No, please don't worry about it. Refraia has no sin whatsoever... right, Gazran-Rutim?

"Yeah, of course. His sins are his own."

Maybe Refraia was heartbroken in one of Silhouel's cases?

No, it doesn't look like the story was in my head until I met us. It didn't seem to shock me that much, since I had originally heard a confession close to it from Cycleus's mouth when it came to the story that it was Silhouel who dragged Cycleus into the path of evil.

"Um, Refraia doesn't look a little cheerful, is that my fault?

I asked frankly because I can't do abdominal arts.

Refraia leans her little neck strangely.

"I wonder. Though I intend to be normal."

"Really? I hope it's my fault...... if you're tired, why don't you rest somewhere?

Then, Musul leaned to Lifreia's ear with a very worrying face.

"Princess. Shouldn't you be listening to the Astas? But Asta must have been involved with him, too, right?

"Don't say anything extra, Musul. Asta has nothing to do with it."

"What kind of story is that? I'll do anything you want."

Refraia shook her neck to the side with her face.

"It's really nothing. Asta and the others, enjoy the food. It looks like Varcus prepared the dish for your table."

What a fascinating word that was, but that didn't make me feel like putting my hands up to the cheeky dish.

"But I'm concerned about how Refraia is doing. Why don't you let me hear it if it's none of my business?

Refraia made me think of a time when I once had an eclampsia and turned to pussy.

Then Musul becomes a resolute face, and now he looks at me.

"What makes the princess sick is the story about that Chiffon-Cher samurai. Asta and Chiffon-Cher were supposed to have a one-sided relationship, right?

"Good night, Musul. You shouldn't let anyone else hear you talk like this."

"No. Aren't Asta and the folks at the woods one of the few people who can tell the truth? If you tell others, you may feel a little at ease with the princess."

Musul, who previously, like a fierce watchdog, could only obey Lifreia's orders with promise, is resisting with a desperate face. That seemed to be the proof left that he had regained his human heart.

"What happened to Chiffon-Cher? Maybe...... about one thing about transferring God to the Southern God?

"Yes, please, this is for nothing else."

Muscle's eyes can be turned to my left and right. If you noticed, the three Ai-Fas were gathered together to scratch me and Musul.

"The people of the North who live in Genos may end up transferring God to the Southern God. Then they will move to Jagal... with Chiffon-Cher, not the exception."

"Yes... right? After all, isn't she the only one allowed to stay in Genos?

"I don't know how the diplomats of the Genos Marquis or the Wang Capital will tell. But before that, the princess herself insisted that Chiffon-Cher should also move to Jagal."

"It's not natural. Some of the people in the north who work for Turan are Chiffon-Cher's older brothers, right? If you left your brother and stayed in Genos, you wouldn't make Chiffon-Cher happy."

Refraia said so in a low, hissing voice.

"But for the princess today, let's say Chiffon-Cher is irreplaceable? Because if we transfer God to the Southern God, we may also be allowed to remain in Genos as friends of the people of the West..."

"So I am not allowed to take away the happy end of Chiffon-Cher with all my strength."

Fluffy tears spilled out of Refraia's eyes with the mask on.

Refraia said, "Oh, no!" and have a real eclampsia and wear a mask.

"That's why I'm telling you I don't want to talk about this! If other humans saw us, they'd wonder what happened!

Refraia brutally muddled her eyes with the back of her hand.

It is like a young child.

No - in fact, Refraia is still a young child. I felt a tingling pain in my chest.

"... I hear that putting your heart to the people of the North is a great contraindication to the people of the West. So you're saying there's no point in saying anything else?

When Gazran-Rutim asked quietly, Musul nodded "Yes".

"But we hear that Asta once broke a bone for Chiffon-Cher and his brother. And the folks by the woods should also be in a position to suggest that the people of the North should be fed a more decent meal, right?

"I see," Gazran-Rutim turns to me.

His eyes were filled with a very gentle glow.

"Speaking of which, you were talking about Asta asking Polearth for help to tell Chiffon-Cher about his brother's safety. Are you saying you heard the story?"

"That's right. Even then, Asta hears that she was eager to see how Chiffon-Cher was doing through a diligent figure at the iron fixture store. Asta, like the princess, had her heart set on Chiffon-Cher, right?

"Right. I understand the code of kingdom, but I took great care of her... so far as not breaking the code, I meant to care."

"But if Chiffon-Cher becomes a people of the South, you don't need to cover anyone's eyes. That way, in the future, we'll wave the big players, both Chiffon-Cher and..."

"So that's what I'm talking about."

In tears, Refraia whispered Musul's words.

"If you really want to guide the end of Chiffon-Cher, you should hope to be happy in Jagal, right? How can you not know what's so obvious?

"But then the princess..."

"Enough," Lifreia said, pulling herself back.

"I will come to rest between refraining. When I come back, if I still keep talking like that... whoever watches, I'll snap you, muscle."

Refraia put the mask back on and walked away somewhere as it was.

Muscle is quietly dropping his shoulder. That was kind of a lot like the sorry trick that Zilbe sometimes seemed to show.

"Don't let it get you down, Muscle. We still don't know if the people of the North will be transferring God, so there should be time left to think."

"But the princess herself, at that rate... Chiffon-Cher and I will lose our feelings about staying in Genos"

I decided to exhale the suspicion that I had dull in my chest from earlier.

"Um, you said Chiffon-Cher was irreplaceable to Rifreia right now, right? Was Refraia so focused on Chiffon-Cher by then?

"Yep. I was also greatly surprised... that the only people the princess has had the princess revealing the truth about in the past year were Sanjula and Chiffon-Cher. So, I guess I'm going to be transferred."

"How does Chiffon-Cher's side take it?

"I don't know....... but that girl was starting to look so much more human than before. So I don't think you're ever bothered with the princess's feelings..."

I was able to convince myself.

In the past year, I've only looked at Chiffon-Cher enough to count. But still, every time I looked up, I felt that my bond with Refraia was deepening.

"I don't even know what the consequences will be. But... if you two are caring about your existence, I don't think you'll ever get bad results. For a while, why don't you watch him softly?

"That's right. It depends on how they feel."

"That's right," Musul said sighingly, as Lara-Luu also said.

"I feel like I'm the only one who has gotten easier listening to your words. To the princess, I've done something I'm sorry for..."

"And because I think of Refraia, the truth will soon be passed on."

Gazran-Rutim is also smiling calmly. What a strange idea that the people of the woodland would force Musul in the total outpouring.

There, Tolsto, who seems to have finally finished greeting me, rushes over.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to keep you waiting.... Oh, Princess Lifreia isn't here?

"The princess said she could rest a lot. I'm sure Sanjula will be taking care of you."

To Musul's words, Tolst trembles on his cheek, "Really?"

"Princess Lifreia seems a little tired these days. Well, if a human being who was in the position of an uncle, given the father-in-law, imitated that, he wouldn't even be able to stay healthy... oh, in one case, you've caused a lot of trouble to the people by the woods. My sincere apologies."

Just like earlier, me and Gazran-Rutim were going to fool each other. After all, it would have been extremely dishonorable to the Count Turan family for a man who was once the brother of the Lord to sin so much.

"Whatever it is, enjoy the feast dish first. This is the dish of Lord Varcus of Silver Star Hall, where Lord Asta is greeted."

Eventually we were greeted like that, and we finally got to mouth the Varcus dish.

After all, Vulcan cooking can be known with one eye. The same was true of the dishes in which the marble patterned stewed cod was served on the fuwano dough, the dishes in which the noodle-shaped chaska was stuck on the fuwano dough, and the dishes in which the fuwano dough was baked in three knitted forms, all signed by Varcus.

Also, fish fillets skewered and steamed seafood similar to Nuñompa's feet and scallops can be described as a unique dish of Varcus. After all, there was a request from Fermes, where only seafood dishes seemed to exist.

The steamed seafood was also served on fuwano dough, so I decided to pinch it from then on.

The shellfish is cut into mouth sizes and hung with a clear sauce covered with vanilla. The fuwano dough had been baked in Paris and kept in shape, without smudging the sauce, because it was shaped like an octopus. The shellfish is puffed with plenty of sauce, and I can smell the aromatic tide and vanilla just by keeping my nose close.

When I put it in my mouth, the fragrance increased dozens of times its destructive power and spread in my mouth.

It is probably a sauce simmered with herbs and seasonings in the seafood return water. The flavour of white mammalian liquor is the basis, with different flavours leaping there. It had a wonderful taste, utilizing the intense stock of seafood.

"Oh wow, Vulcus is... why don't you try the i-fa's, too? I don't know if it fits your mouth, but I think it's all amazing food."

The first person to put his hand up was Lara-Luu. When you mouth a fuwano dish baked in three knitted shapes, you round your eyes like a little.

"Sure, that tastes great.... Is this the dish that's making the Raina sisters jump?"

"Yeah. Was Lara-Lew the first to eat Varcus' food?

"That's right. I always leave messages at home."

Wrinkle around the nose and peel off Lara-Luu's much white teeth. It was a look too unsuitable for today's outfit, but this would be Lara-Rue's main purpose.

And Lara-Lew, she looked like she remembered something all the time, distracted her breasts full of frills.

"But I've probably eaten another human dish my sisters care about, hey. When I told you that, you looked really jealous, didn't you?

"Huh? Oh, I see. It's about you, Dia."

"I forgot my name, but I'm a cook at the castle in Genos. Me and Sin-Lu have been to that banquet before!

If it is indeed the feast of Castel Genos, I guess the chef's dia will be the partition. Because the person is a cook who is called bi-perfect alongside Varcus, Rayna-Lu and the others envied him as well.

"That's an interesting story, isn't it? What exactly was the dish that Lara-Luu and the others ate at Castle Genos?

"Huh? I don't know what kind of food they say... but it tasted strange."

I dropped my shoulder disappointingly and looked back at Tolst.

"Um, isn't the head chef of Castle Genos cooking today?

"Yes, you're not supposed to be called today, as it usually seems that your brother is entrusted with the cooking of diplomats"

Will this be a valuable holiday for Dia?

It was a shame not to say goodbye, but the Vulcan cuisine is sloppily arranged in front of us. I decided to be self-conscious that wanting anything more was too luxurious a story.

The dishes of Varcus are all excellent and prosperous. Marble patterned stewed cod has also slightly changed the flavor distribution from the other day. I'm sure you're changing the flavor to keep it in harmony with you because you have to put it on the fuwano dough. It was a Vulcus-like manoeuvre that did not allow for compromise.

Chaska's dishes, stuck in fuwano dough, were as good as baked noodle bread, but of course there are complex flavors. The main ones would be the oil of Hoboi and the vinegar of Red Mammalia. Finely chopped vegetables and fish are soothed with the chaska and stuck in sweetly baked fuwano dough. The aroma of Hoboi's oil was intertwined with the acidity of vinegar and the sweetness of the sugar and fruit juice used in the dough, and even though no vanilla was used at all, it was uncomplicated.

The fish fillet stabbed on the skewer was the Grilled Gillebs, which we had previously fed. It is one of Varcus' pride pieces, carefully broiled while applying a black sauce.

Nunyompa's feet, similar to octopus, are apparently dishes carefully simmered in vanilla broth. Complex flavors linger on the surface, leaving a moist texture and a unique flavor for Nuñompa on the inside. With each bite, the surface and inner flavors blended together to create the best possible harmony.

Really, they all taste great.

Gazran-Rutim also shook his head as impressed.

"It's not my turn. I don't even know what to say. But these dishes… all seem to taste amazing"

"Yes, even I, Kamado-san, can't really twist my feelings."

There were so many other people on the spot that we enjoyed the Varcus dishes for a while, exchanging words with you.

There, he said, "Princess!" The voice of Musul echoes.

"I'm so sorry about earlier. How about an addition or a subtraction?

"Shut up. If you speak up, you'll attract people, won't you?

Refraia stood before us again with a grumpy face. The mask is worn around the neck and the area around the eyes is slightly red.

"Please, don't talk extra about it anymore. I don't want to make a scene."

"Yeah, I'm sorry.... whenever you want to speak from Lefreia"

When I mentioned it that way, Refraia clasped her mouth a little and then snapped in a small voice, "If I had the chance to do that," he said.

"In the meantime, why don't you eat the food, too? When I'm hungry, I feel like I'm kidding."

Lara-Lew laughs more at her usual condition. "Right," Refraia nodded.

"I just tried to pinch it a little bit, but it looks like Varcus raised his arm again. Is this also Asta's influence?"

"If that's the case, I'd be honored, but I think Varcus would have lifted his arms, even if I wasn't there. It's a longer story to immerse yourself in research than to open a store right now."

"Hmm. Things like that, just like old times. You have a gift, but you don't know enough."

Refraia shrugged one shoulder before pinching a skewer of fish fillets.

Confirming that his husband is regaining his usual temperament, Musul is relieved.

Then again, the dwarf-like surname approached us.

"Soon, the swordsmanship will begin. Can everyone by the woods gather here?

Lara-Luu, who was smiling, must tighten her expression. With such a Lara-Luu in the lead, we followed after the lowest surname.

It was the interwall on the back that was taken. There awaited the people and diplomats of the Marquis de Genos, and the Dari-Sauti and Georg-Zaza had already been summoned.

"It is the hunter Shin-Lu from the woods who plays the aftermath of sword moves, so I thought they would be qualified to watch from the closest place. … Oh, is Asta a spiritual outfit that is the use of Vairas"

Malstein, dressed as Vairas himself, laughs at me. That humorous wood-carved statue looks nothing like it. I guess this is also one figure of the fire god Vairas. At this appearance, the iron pot seemed to change to a stubborn shield.

"You look so adorable. Everyone else's outfits are great too. After all, it seemed right to leave it to Rittier."

A black-squeezed Fermes advanced without sound from the sloppy smiling Malstein.

The beauty of Fermes coloured in makeup smiles rather than dust.

"You've finally met me, Asta to Ai-Fa. Thank you for a great dinner the other day."

"No, welcome...... sorry for the delay in greeting you"

"No. Chief Dari-Sauti has greeted me, so I have not lost any gratitude. Apologies are unnecessary.... Oh, and Gazran-Rutim, it's best to see you again"

After all, the first black aura I felt is disappearing. If I could get that thing in and out of my own volition, I would be a big actor.

"Now enjoy the aftermath of sword moves. I'm so excited to see how far my proud servant Gemd can feed the hunters by the woods…"

Following Fermes' gaze, Malstein nodded.

On Malstein's signal, the last name pulls something like a thick string that hung on the wall. Then the scarlet satin, which covered the wall, was opened to the left and right.

What emerged from the other side was a huge door with both openings.

No, it was a substitute for what I would have liked to call a gate in size.

Another lowest name enters from the side and inserts the key into the key hole at the gate.

That's how the lowlifes pushed open the gate by the two sides, and the cool night air broke in.

It was a spacious balcony with lots of candlesticks.

When the sun sets and the world is closing in darkness is lit by the fire of the candlestick. About ten meters ahead of that, Sin-Luu and Gemdo, who revealed their costumes, were across the street.

"Come on, then, everyone, come here. Let's make Genos the best swordsman and enjoy the sword moves of Sin-Lu, the hunter by the woods, and Gemd, the swordsman of the king's capital."

People cheered with great pleasure.

Lara-Luu stares at Sin-Luu as if he were coming.

Freed from the knight's costume, Sin-Lu and Gemd watched you quietly as you were lit by the candlestick fire.