It Is A Different World And Yet I Am Cultivating Monsters

"The winner of the Demon King Cooking Battle is Kyo."

At the same time as the name is announced, we can hear the joyful voice of all our members.

"That's it! That's the man my Lily admits! Great breeder!

"I did it! Excellent work, Kyo-sama!

"Congratulations Kyo-san!

"Master! That's it!"

"Phew! Congratulations!

"I believed you, brother."

"Oh, my son, that's what I'm talking about."

Each of them complimented me and blessed me, and the expression looked like everyone was happy.

I was given the joy of victory that I couldn't give during that big cooking tournament.

The Demon King side remained quiet, but solemnly accepted the result.

"... I'm not convinced."

However, there was only one person who was dissatisfied with the results.

"Whatever you think, my cooking is better! Judge! Challenge the Judge's Judge!

Meaningful! Hell that just snaps his finger and challenges the gourmet master.

The gourmet master quietly explains why.

"Let me just conclude first. We recognized Kyo's cuisine as a winner because it best embodied the thrust of Japanese cuisine."

"The main thrust of Japanese cuisine...?

"Japanese cuisine has more to do with food than that. That's how grateful you are for the food you eat, and the other is how grateful you are for the food you waste."

Gourmet Master explains the explanation to the helmet, which is not yet clear.

"Waste means under-utilization of the value of the object. There are many very careful and courteous people living in a country called Nihon, and they cook it neatly without any waste."

The Gourmet Master refers to the inconsistent monster I dared to prepare.

"He dared to prepare an irregular monster. Why is that? It was because it embodied the" waste "of Nihon's spirit."

Hell looked as if he had noticed why I chose that ingredient.

"The taste of monsters with uneven appearance is actually not so different from ordinary ones. But a lot of things throw away things that don't look good enough. However, I am willing to dare to adopt such" wasteful "things as ingredients. That's where Japanese cuisine begins. That's why he was the last uncle to go. That is also included in that meaning, and the used pot water is used as a new ingredient for cooking, literally even a drop of juice is eaten as a dish. He said," This is the heart of Japanese cuisine. "

Yes, if it were as simple as the previous cooking match, it would have been Hell's victory.

However, of all the dishes known as "Japanese cuisine", these kinds of hearts and feelings are the most important of all dishes.

I am grateful to the gourmet master who noticed the hidden Japanese culture behind my cooked Japanese food and praised it.

"But you were a good cook, too. Let's compete again someday."

That said, I held out my hand against Hell to refresh myself at the end of the battle.

"--Stupid!!

Somehow I was suddenly screamed.

"I don't know what to fight for one day! Forget about people! Besides, it's horrible that you don't remember anything after eating your clams! I'm angrier than winning or losing! Stupid, stupid, stupid liar!!

Huh? Hey, what?

Hey, seriously, I don't know what's going on.

Looking at it, as I did one day, I raised and restrained my roar with tearful eyes toward the hand I reached out.

No, what is it? What are you forgetting? Remember? A liar?

In my confused head, I was desperately trying to sort out the situation in front of me, but only the girl who was roaring in front of me entered my head, and when I watched the sight for a while, there was something unexpectedly glowing at the edge of my memory.

Yes, this is a view that I've seen somewhere before.

I was in elementary school on a hot summer day.

When I was in the middle of a painful bosom of two chefs, animating, manga, and someday going to other worlds to be brave because it was a dream personality unique to junior grades.

One day, I was hosting a girl whose father was a relative's son.

He was so cowardly that he followed me behind me to do anything. I played with him as the heroine of the enemy and the Dark Duchess, the daughter of the Devil King, in the name of the alien anime that was really clamoring at the time.

When I realized it, the child was contaminated by my influence or cartoons and animations, and by the time I got home, I had completely dyed one nerd, and on the verge of breaking up, I was roaring tears at the edges of my eyes like I was now.

"What, you don't want to go home? You want to see your mother, don't you?"

"... yes, but leave oniichan alone."

"I can't help it. Now I'm going to go visit you."

"Really?!

"Oh, really. If one day I realize my dream to grow up and be a brave man, even if I'm from another world, I'll come and see you."

"Yeah, I promise! Now then, I'll treat oniichan to the food he ate at oniichan's place!

"Wow! I'm sure the dish made by ■ ■ will be delicious. I'm looking forward to it."

Yeah!

... yes.

The girl who came to visit me at that time.

The little girl who was always hiding behind me in black.

My sister. His name is...

"... maybe it's a“ hell ”?

That's where I finally called his name for the first time.

"... that's right. Finally remembered..." Oniichan ""

Not only me, but the rest of Phytis, who was behind me, heard Hell's words with a breathtaking voice.