Isekai Ryouridou

Timaro's life after that was by no means flat.

However, it is unlikely that anything comparable to the death of a father will happen.No matter what kind of changes Timaro faced, he continued to perform his work solemnly in the Selva's Spear Pavilion .

During that time, the same disciples nested in the Spear Pavilion of Selva one after another.Some had their own shop, some were taken out by the nobleman's mansion's culinary turn, and some had lost their dreams and gave up their path as cooks - by the time ten years passed, all faces, except Timaro, had been replaced.

"I'm sure Timaro has acquired the strength to have his own shop... but this is all I can do."

The shopkeeper said that, but Timaro didn't care much. Even at the mid-30s, he was aware that he was still in training.

In the past ten years or so, Timaro has been touring with a chef with amazing skills twice.

One of them was Mikel, the [White Clothes Maiden's Pavilion].He served extremely delicious dishes without using so many ingredients.Although it was a dish far removed from the fashion of the castle town at the time, there was no doubt about the brilliance of its skill.

The other was the [Miza's Whispering Pavilion] diamond.She specializes in dishes and sweets with a dazzling appearance, and is later greeted as the head chef of Genos Castle.Especially the sweets she made worked so well that when Timaro ate them for the first time, he accidentally spilled tears.

(True genius is about those people.Compared to that, I am... a natural mortal.)

Timaro had such thoughts.

Of course, if you had studied for 10 years, you would have acquired the power that you deserved. However, all such things are sold by the master.I was merely imitating my master, and I didn't think that I would be able to have a shop with any other strength.

Moreover, Timaro was losing his desire to have his own shop.

I was merely imitating my master, and I had the same name as my grandfather and father, and I was obsessed with the idea of what it would be like.

Father insisted on preserving the taste inherited from his grandfather.In response, Timaro, who had left the house, had lost his father, unable to reconcile.Now that Timaro had only inherited the name of the store, he couldn't help but think that his grandfather and father would only laugh in the air.

(I wonder... if I just wanted to look back at my father.)

With that in mind, Timaro continued to work in the Selva's Spear Pavilion .

Timaro's identity is now not an apprentice, but the owner's right arm.Sometimes they serve as the shopkeeper's representatives, and sometimes they even take care of the cooking at an aristocratic dinner party.Although the shopkeeper did not make it clear, everyone should have admitted that it was Timaro who would inherit the traces of the Selva's Spear Pavilion .

(Sure enough, after ten years of training, I was able to master the master's methods.Even if I became the second-generation owner of [Selva's Spear Pavilion], I'm sure no one would complain.)

Even so, it seemed that the shopkeeper had not come up with such a story - perhaps because he knew Timaro's fate towards his father.In fact, Timaro couldn't help but wonder whether he would be allowed to inherit the traces of the Selva's Spear Pavilion .

(I can almost perfectly reproduce my master's cooking.But... what's the point of my inheritance just imitating the taste of my master?)

Timaro's father inherited his grandfather's taste correctly and tried to pass it on to Timaro.

After abandoning his life, should Timaro pass on the taste inherited from his master to future generations?

Timaro didn't know what the right path was.

Without knowing, I was buried in my daily busyness, and I kept working.

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It was then that Timaro was struck by a transformation similar to that of his father's death, about two more years later, the tenth year since his father's death.

The shopkeeper fell ill during the rainy season, and before he could recover, the owner of the Turan family ordered him to take care of the dinner party.

Typically, Timaro should take charge of the cooking on his behalf.

However, when the opponent became the head of Count Turan's family - it was considered an untruthful act and was severely reprimanded.

"With such a body, it will be difficult to demonstrate the power that is expected of you.Shouldn't we just refuse your request this time? ”

Timaro advised, but the shopkeeper smiled and shook his head.

"With the Count's orders, there's nothing to consider."If you buy that person's troubles, it will make it harder for them to live as cooks in Genos. ”

That's why Timaro thought he should turn down the request, but the shopkeeper never tried to bend his mind.

"I'll leave my absence to you, Timaro.I can open a store with peace of mind because I have someone as comfortable as you. ”

On that day, Selva's Spear Pavilion was booked for the Baron's dinner, so it could not be closed.And it was the Lord of the House of Turan who gave the orders without any regard for such circumstances.

Early in the morning, the shopkeeper accompanied only two of his disciples to the Count of Turan's residence.

Later in the evening, when Timaro and his family finally finished cleaning up after themselves and relaxed, the shopkeeper returned with a brighter face than in the morning.

"You were right, Timaro.It seems that I have made a terrible mistake rather than disobeying the Count's orders. "

The shopkeeper was no longer a lifelike gaze.

The two disciples who were accompanying him had a blue face even though they were not sick.According to what I heard, it seemed that it was a taste comparison by inviting three cooks today, but the shopkeeper was not given a single star, and the owner of the Turan family offered insulation.

"It seems that my tongue felt unnatural because I had a fever.So I served a dish that was terribly crude... and it ended up like this. "

"I see... that's mindless, but you won't lose everything in a single failure."Please don't be discouraged and take your time to rest first. ”

“No, everything was lost overnight.After being insulated by the Count, I cannot live as a cook....... I can't even buy the approximate ingredients in this shop anymore. "

Having said that, the shopkeeper gave a faint smile.

The shopkeeper is already a junior in his mid-50s.However, the shopkeeper, who had suffered from the disease and had been subjected to a great deal of work, was no longer on the verge of dying.

"However, disciples, you can't get involved every now and then."I'll make sure you have a new place to work... please pack your bags by tomorrow. "

"Hey, wait a minute! As for the distribution of ingredients, I'm sure the Lord of the House of Turan is doing his best, but... there's no such thing as not distributing ingredients to shops that don't like to eat, right?"

"That's how it works." The distribution of Genos ingredients is one of the earls' passions.The restaurant that decided to lower the sign was too small to fit with one finger. ”

Timaro couldn't say anything back.

Then I lost my mind and headed to my bedroom - and then I was caught in a rage.

(There is such a stupid story, it can't stand it!Even though I know full well how great a cook the master is, I can only fail once... how shallow a person is the head of the House of Count Turan!)

The following day, Timaro left without telling anyone and went alone to the Count Tulane residence.

I licked the count's shoes, but it was a matter of forgiving the shopkeeper's failure.Timaro was definitely in the category of the weak, but the weak had a readiness that only the weak could hold.

The owner of the House of Earls of Turan is not a site for nobles surrounded by stone walls, but a separate residence in the whole town, where he is said to spend a long time.Even if one of the cooks offered to meet him without any promises, I didn't think he would listen to me - but Timaro was prepared to rub his forehead on the ground as many times as he wanted, if only for the sake of purpose.

"My name is Timaro from the Selva's Spear Pavilion ."I'm sorry for the sudden visit, but could you please intervene with the owner? "

When I told the guards like that, they brought word to the Mansion unexpectedly.

After that, he is guided to the resting place by the guidance of his maiden name.Everything was going so well that it was even more creepy.

(...... I can't believe you're suddenly beheading me.)

Timaro, a soft-hearted man, became anxious all at once.

However, at the bottom of the belly, anger at the irrational treatment of the shopkeeper burns like a kindling.Without it, I felt so nervous that I wanted to steal my family's eyes and run away.

"Thank you for your patience."I will guide you to the Count. "

After a while, a surname wearing a yellow dress told me so.Is it the owner's hobby? This mansion was painted yellow even on the roof.

Timaro felt his knees tremble as he rushed down the corridor, followed by his maiden name.Timaro had several opportunities to visit noble mansions in the past few years, but this was the first time he had seen a mansion with such a tangled corridor.

So Timaro was guided by the support that existed in the deep position.

It was the first time that I had met Cycléus, the head of Count Turan's family.

"Hmmm... it's not the shopkeeper, but the people who work here..."

A low, wrinkled voice echoed through the lavish room.

A creepy little man with a fat face like an old man.He had a blue and black complexion as if he were suffering from a disease, and he looked so poor that he looked ridiculously aristocratic.

However, only those pale-colored eyes had the power appropriate for a ruler.That was enough to make Timaro tremble.

"And, thank you very much for forgiving my sudden visit.I, I'm the [Selva's Spear Pavilion ]-- "

"I don't need any extra greetings... what's the use of stepping into my mansion...?"

"Hah, yes! I'm......"

Dressed under the pressure of Cycléus, Timaro knelt down on the spot.

"Well, I sincerely apologize for the storekeeper's mistake last night!"However, please... would you excuse the storekeeper's failure? "

"Well... do you think there's room for mercy to be given to someone who served such a crude dish...?"

“I'm afraid the owner is one of the most skilled cooks in Genos!Please close your eyes for this time of disfigurement, and consider generous treatment..... "

"... it's an unexpected explanation..."

While rubbing his forehead against the long carpet of hairs, Timaro felt like he was being trampled on the back of his head by a gloomy voice.

"I've been careful with that person so far... and I've been betrayed by that expectation and trust... but let that sin go unnoticed...?"

"Yes, I understand the Count's anger, but the shopkeeper was sick!"After retreating from the illness, I thought I would be able to fully meet the count's expectations and trust..... "

"But that person would be older than me... shouldn't such an old man leave his job and give up his seat to a young man...?"

Having said that, Cycléus made a creepy laugh.

"Sometimes... how old is she...?"

"Ha... I'm 37 years old now..."

"Thirty-seven years old... It's hard to say young, but it will take a long time to get old... Maybe it's that old stock cook who runs the shop as the owner's right arm...?"

"Huh... I've been spending twelve years at the [Selva's Spear Pavilion], so I agreed to keep the storekeeper away last night..."

"I see..." At the end, Cycléus pushed silently.

As for Timaro, it is an uncomfortable time to live.

That's how Cycléus came up with the most unexpected words.

"Well then... let's show Selva's Spear Pavilion that it's worth surviving... now we should prepare lunchtime snacks... prepare five sweets..."

I-Is it time for me to prepare the sweets?

"Um... so if you've offered me a more satisfying candy, I'll let you know what you did last night... so let's get ready..."

A mild bell echoed in Cycléus' voice.He rang the bell to summon his maiden name.The surname who entered through the back door hung her head toward her master without changing her complexion even when she saw Timaro crawling on the floor.

"I'll show this person to the shower hall... I'll cleanse myself, then I'll give him some cooking clothes and prepare a snack for lunch..."

Okay, over here, please.

Timaro felt like he had been thrown into a nightmare, and suddenly he obeyed Cycléus' orders.

However, as I cleansed myself in the bathing hall and hardened myself with pure white cooking clothes, my feelings gradually calmed down.It didn't seem like much of a story to me if things were going to work out with sweets.

(As for the cooking arm itself, I have not lost to the master.If you want to prove the power of the Selva's Spear Pavilion , I'll prove it to you.

It was said that it would take ten years for Timaro to learn everything from his master shopkeeper.Now, twelve years have passed.Timaro could replicate the same dishes as the owner, so he couldn't keep away from home even on an important day like last night.

(But the master isn't very good at making sweets... I wonder if there's any other way to offer that sweets that the master admired most.)

With that in mind, Timaro stepped into the chef's mansion.

A much older cook is stirring the contents of the large pot by himself, with a chef that is a little smaller than I imagined.When the informant's maiden-in-law explained the situation, the cooking turn was frailly nodded "Yes".

"This is just for warming up this pan, so please feel free to use the workbench."

I heard that this was a kitchen for preparing servants' meals.

If so, the impression will change.The size is small, and the quality of the cooking utensils and ingredients is unbeatable to the chef of Selva's Spear Pavilion .The only thing Timaro wanted was the ingredients that he didn't see.

(Is this all you have to do?I usually get that ingredient specially from Turan.)

Timaro quickly started cooking.

I thought it would be unpleasant to disturb the nobility's bedtime, so I came at a late hour, so there was no time left until ZTT.The cook seemed to be indifferent to me, so Timaro also had to concentrate on the work.

“It's done. How do you feel about this lucky day?"

After about half a minute, when Temaro reported in that way, the maiden name disappeared, leaving him with "Please wait a long time."

And the next time he came back - the son-in-law had an amazing presence.

She is taller than Timaro, with golden brown hair and purple eyes.

"Well, who is that?" It's like... it's like... "

"Yes, this is the people of the North."Don't worry, it's never harmful. ”

As if to erase all emotions, Xiao Niang said so.

Along the way, the daughters of the people of the north stand with a quiet expression.

In Turan, it was said that the people of the North were enslaved, so it must be the daughter you brought with you.As an indication that he had been forced to work in the field, his skin burned bright red, and his golden brown hair also frayed like lint.

However, if I do something about her skin and hair, I wonder if she is such a beautiful daughter.The face is deeply carved, and the eyes and nose are well-equipped.His body was a little stiff, but when he was well nourished, he immediately felt like he was drawing an elegant curve.

(... but the people of the north are the people of the north.)

Even though he was the lord who ruled Turan's territory, Timaro hadn't imagined bringing the slave people of the North into the Mansion.Exercising the power of the weaklings, Timaro unwittingly stood back.

"This is where the sweets were prepared, right?"I'll take it from here. "

One of the plates arranged on the table was taken up by the niece without manipulation.

And then I silently handed it over to my daughter in the north.Her daughter was silent, and she picked up the sweets on the plate with her cracked fingertips.

"Ah, um, what the hell are you doing...?"

"It's a poison view," replied the maiden briefly.

The daughter of the north spoke reluctantly of Timaro's painstaking work.

And ─ ─ she had an unexpectedly soft smile on her mouth.

"It's so bizarre. It's a frivolous ajinomoto."

Though somewhat stubborn, the daughter of the north said so in the words of the west.

Xiao Sheng nodded one by one and transferred the remaining dishes to the trolley.

"Now, if nothing happens after watching the situation for about a quarter of a minute, we will deliver this confection to the owner."We will pick you up at that time, so please be patient. ”

Timaro felt like he was once again stepping into a bad dream.

But I've already done what I had to do.The other question was whether Timaro's sweets would be a favorite with Cycléus.

After spending about a quarter of an hour in between, Timaro is taken to the dining room.

There were Cycléus and three other people waiting for him.However, only Cycléus and a small, sassy child who was not at the end of the year were seated.

"Now that we're in Jomtien, let's start lunch... These two are guests from our chef and Sim at last night's dinner party..."

Two men standing beside the wall bow their heads.

The chef is quite tall, not to mention the guests from the east.Although he had a sharp face, he was a person with a murky expression somewhere.

(Ha, I think I remember seeing it somewhere...?)

Timaro tilted his head inwardly, but this thought was immediately shattered by Cycléus' words.

"I'll ask him to compare the two names and the taste... It's me and my daughter Refreire who put the stars... If he can't win... let's insulate the shopkeeper..."

"What, insulation? That's..."

"In the future, there will be no one to deliver the ingredients to... Of course, as long as there are vegetables that can be harvested in Dalaym, you can buy them outside the castle town..."

However, ingredients such as tau oil and sugar will not be available again.

Timaro was desperate and dizzy, but he managed to hold on.

"Sho, I understand." Then, for those of you who have won, I will-- "

"At that time, I'll unblock the shopkeeper... I don't think it's that easy..."

"... let me express my heartfelt gratitude to the Count for his warmth."

Timaro's head drooped as he felt his heart beat painfully.

"Well then, in a separate room, you should eat and compare their respective sweets... I'm looking forward to seeing how well they're doing..."

Cycléus' creepy smile drove Timaro and the others to a separate room.

There are already two kinds of sweets for three people arranged on your table.The tea was prepared politely.

"... I felt sorry for the shopkeeper last night." How are you feeling? "

And the people of the east, that were seated, called unto them.

The people of the east can't understand the irrational story surrounding [Selva's Spear Pavilion] at all because they don't move their facial expressions.When I heard that this person was only a pedestrian and was only good at cooking, I heard that Cycléus often wanted to stay.

And now I'm the chef.

We are clearly a people of the West, but we do not move our faces in the same way as the people of the East.However, there was no desire for the quiet appearance of the people in the east, and it was like sleeping somewhere in the open ocean.

"... last night, the shopkeeper was rude.My name is Timaro and I am from the Spear Pavilion of Selva. "

"No, I don't care because it's not my story."... my name is Vulcus. "

"... Vulcus?"

“Yes, since last month I've been the head chef in this mansion.”

The chef, who calls himself Vulcus, turns his blurred eyes toward Timaro.

Noticing that his eyes were as green as the people of Jagal - Timaro was stunned.

"Va, Vulcus? If so, who are you?"

“Yes, I see you somewhere?I'm sorry, but I'm not good at seeing and remembering other people's faces. ”

"No, well, we only met once a long time ago, so it's not impossible not to remember... but when you were young, you wanted to be an apprentice to the owner of [Selva's Spear Pavilion] many times, right?"

“Yes, it was a long time ago, so I lost track of the name of the store, but I think the restaurant that had a reputation in the castle town had offered to join Nokinomi's disciple.”

After all, it was Vulcus who knocked on the portal door that day.

Since it was only a face-to-face opponent twelve years ago, Timaro was completely lost, but this vaguely lying thing was violently stimulated by the memory nest.

(I can't believe that that young man had even become the chef of Count Turan's family... and that Master was in the place where he was going to lose his legs... What kind of fateful prank is this?)

Timaro was deeply disturbed, but he could not speak for ever.By the time Cycléus and the others finish their meal, Timaro and the others will have to compare their pastries.

On the plate in front of him, a strange confectionery was sitting.

One of them seems to be a dumpling, but the surface runs strangely.This was apparently a stretch of fuwano dough stretched out like a string, steamed it round and together

The other one was even stranger and much smaller than a dumpling.There were three types of pale shades of red, yellow and green prepared, but they were all large enough to stretch out the cheeks.

In contrast, Timaro's confectionery is a very unusual fuwano baked goods.

I didn't have the talent to look like a diamond, so I baked it in a round, flat shape without any foolishness.However, the flavor was more elaborate than Timaro could possibly handle.

"... this is very delicious. And it's a strange flavor.This flavor... is it Mamaria's fruit wine? "

Then a guest from the east chewed up Timaro's sweets and called out.

Timaro, who was wandering his gaze to see which confection to get from, hurriedly answered, "Yes."

"As you can imagine, we use Mamaria fruit sake for flavoring.Actually, I wanted to use Mamaria herself... but I didn't have any preparation for this cooking, so I decided to use fruit wine instead. "

"I see. I think it's very delicious."

Timaro breathed a sigh of relief and returned, “Thank you.”

Then I looked towards Vulcus, who is silently eating two kinds of sweets.As for Timaro, I couldn't wait to hear how he felt when he got to this point.

(But before we do that, we need to check their skills first.)

Timaro also took two kinds of sweets in his mouth.

And ─ ─ from the depths of my heart, I was beaten down.

The confectionery, which was steamed in a slender dough, concealed an incredible ingredient inside it.Sweet as it was, it had a tingly tongue-stimulating taste hidden behind it.At first I mistook it for spiciness, but it was so bitter that my tongue shrank.The bitterness that seemed unsuitable for confectionery was really a fresh and strange taste.

The other small confectionery had a very distinctive texture.

When I pour it into my mouth, it doesn't bite and doesn't dissolve.And the sweetness of sugar and fruit is left in your mouth like a breeze.The red one was arrows, the yellow one was lambs, and the green one seemed to be some kind of vanilla.

"This is... who is it made by?"

When Timaro spoke out like that, it was the guests of the east who answered.

"I am a bitter candy.Ramampa fruit, crushed, 3 varieties of vanilla and sugar, simmered and ingredient.It's one of those vanilla things. ”

"Ah, are you a pedestrian, not a cook?So why are you so skilled...? "

“It's a hobby. I spent more than half the year in the West, and even in the West, I nurtured it so that you could enjoy your favorite meal.”

"My hobby... my hobby is to do such a thing..."

Timaro turned toward Vulcus, greatly shaken by all the pride he had built up.

"... your confectionery was also a great success."How is it possible to create such a light texture? ”

"That confectionery is based on the white body of Kimus' eggs."I can't say much more. ”

In an emotionless tone, Vulcus repeatedly said so.

"In the first place, I am only loaded with the refining of confectionery for the culinary end, so I am afraid that I will only be eaten at lunchtime snacks.If you have any complaints, please tell the Count. "

"Hmph, I'm not unhappy, but... how was my treat?"

"Is your confection... this baked goods made from fruit wine?"

Vulcus sighed with some pity.

"I think using Mamaria's fruit liquor for confectionery is quite novel.The distribution of sugar and honey would also be perfect.... but the way the heat is put in has disturbed the harmony and turned into a very poor performance.And because the flavor assembly is so flat, it was really boring. ”

"... thank you for your honest opinion.I also used Minmi and Lamam fruit juice here, but did it still have a flat taste? ”

“It takes great care to reconcile Minh Minh with Lamam.At this point, it seems to be rather a miscellaneous flavor. ”

Timaro trembled with humiliation.

But it was the words that followed that made Timaro furious.

"Depending on the results of today's taste comparison, it seems that it will be decided whether to wholesale rare ingredients in your store."My sweets are by no means suited for snacks, and it is not likely that you will receive a star.... I'm so sorry to hear that. "

"... what do you mean, sorry?"

"Spinning rare ingredients will reduce my share."If you're treated like a bad cook, it's less of a hassle to bury it in the soil. ”

Timaro unconsciously slapped the table with a flat hand.

"My Lord Vulcus! I am the owner of a restaurant in Genos, and I am the chef of choice!"With you, how many times did you wish to be a disciple in the past! "

"It was only ten years ago that I wanted to be an apprentice to cooks everywhere.In that long time, your cooking skills will wither... I can't help but feel the ruthlessness of time. "

"The shopkeeper was sick!"Last night's cuisine alone shouldn't be enough to talk about the shopkeeper's skills! ”

"Ahh, that guy's tongue felt dull because of the fever."It is a thing to remember, because it is often the case that you come with me to heat up.... but shouldn't we assemble the taste based on the calculation that our tongue is dull?I usually try to do that. "

When Timaro tried to shout more, the door between the doors was opened by his son-in-law.

Since the results of the taste comparison are available, please move to the cafeteria over there.

Timaro swallowed his rage and nicked Vulcus's face.

Vulcus was still indistinctly wandering his gaze with his inner expressionlessness.