It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

The short preparation period of three days quickly became the day of the battle.

By the way, during the day, it was naturally a repetition of the regiment with the Purple Demon King, because of this, I went with him to buy some cooking utensils.

The Purple Demon King was delighted, but three days after Ilyas told me what he was doing, he told me a novel.

It was a day that swayed with temptation, but succeeded in giving the lackluster booze and watching its decadence.

I didn't know Lachra had this use, let's help her for a while.

A simple venue was set up outside the walls as a venue.

Is it the devil's work, I decided not to pry?

Ekudoik checked the equipment and facilities in advance, and determined that there were no abnormalities, and the battle was finally started.

potatoes, and freely choose from ingredients collected on a large platform placed between each other's cooking places to begin cooking.

"Sa, suppose I'll do my best"

Transfer the stiffness, water and potatoes to the pan and light them smoothly with a flint stone.

Pfft, I'm not making a table in this world for Dada.

That working speed is unbeatable by Gods, and I can't get this speed to the purple demon king of novices in cooking.

"Fire first, right? - Yeah, that's good, right?

"It's not bad to use magic?

"Oh, you're free to use your personal power, aren't you?

The opposing purple demon king is magically lit and even vegetables are treated at an awesome rate with wind magic.

I don't even hold the knife, it's a terrible thing.

But aside from how much magic is convenient and how good and bad the food is, you can't lose.

"Here we go. A culinary confrontation between your friend and the Purple Demon King. Let's start with the Purple Demon King who is comfortable handling magic in working efficiency. How about that, Lord Ekud?"

"Well, the hande would be huge at a time when my countrymen aren't working too fast, but they can't use magic"

Something tells me that the tourists who are starting a live narrative, by the way, Ekdoyk, Mix, Wolfe, Lakla and Gradna are holding off on the tour seats on this side.

Ilias, Sir Ragdo, and Marito are alert to the power of 'cage contact' and leave a message this time.

Until we find out with what intent the Purple Demon King intervenes in this battle like the farce.

It was GOOD, though I'm unwilling to drink all the booze I could get permission to accompany Gradona, just in case.

"The dish of the mistress is made from meat, do you even use potatoes for dating? I'm concerned that I can barely see the other ingredients."

"Compared to that, the purple demon king is not in good shape. If she's such a beauty, she wants to be caged."

"Gradona, I'll take care of it."

"Wolfgang, just give me a break"

Ekdoyk and Mix, who should be nervous, also have zero nervousness on this side because Nori is good.

On the other hand, I see two figures in the tour seats on the side of the purple demon king.

One is Duvreoli and the other is first sight.

A giant man who is transformed into a human being, but exceeds 2 m, with parts separated from humans everywhere hidden from view.

Perhaps the Great Devil, the judge this time?

They look back at me when I see that I'm looking at you. I can only kill you.

That would be such a farce to fit......

It seems that Duvreoli honestly responded to the convocation of the Purple Demon King, but the other Great Demons were brought almost compulsively, is it also a constraint such as the power to unify the demons taught by Yugra and the "Curse of Sequence"?

Purple Demon King, the apron looks good for the first time.

It feels like watching the cooking. Is it soup-based cooking there?

She usually has a hot gaze on this one, but now she's focused on cooking.

You mean seriously, then you were taking this one too.

"Come on, this one's done? What about you?

"Oh, I finished this one too. It's baked goods, so can I get it out first?

"Yeah, you don't mind, do you?

Put crochet on each other's dishes. Arrange them on the judges' table.

And I'm going to sit in the jury seat, but Lachra raised her hand.

"Yes, yes, Master Mischief! I want to eat the dishes of Master Sutra -!

"Um..."

"If you just cook your own food, you'll be fine, right?

Well, you don't have to eat it because you already know it by taste when it comes to your dishes.

Eating this dish is one of the Purple Demon Kings and the Great Demon, and the rest is appropriate for this person.

"If that's what you're gonna do, maybe I'll feed my dishes to Duvleoli as well as Gugugegderestav."

"It's an honor"

That's why I sat in the first judge's seat with three people: the purple demon king, the great demon by the name of Guggegderestav, and Lakla.

I can't help but think of Lachra as disproportionate, but this guy has a history of defeating the Great Devil, which is in a way reciprocal.

Lift the crochet, from which you can stand the sound of a patsy and hot air.

"This dish is hamburger mixed with rough ground meat and vegetables, and puréed potatoes."

Purée, a dish that crushed potatoes commonly found in French, known as mixed dishes.

Yesterday, however, the famous restaurant chef simply finished it as a dish, but it's deep.

Cooking with milk, salt and butter but milk is not produced in this country so I used goat's milk.

As for butter, I made it to try it out when I manufactured a container that could be temperature-regulated as part of my magic research with Nora.

Puree goes well with the thick meat dish, I just asked Ekdoik about the devil's taste and it just came back with the meat, so I made this combination.

I thought it would be nice to have a steak, but I chose Hamburg because it is a tarys rich in spices.

It has been investigated that purple demon kings can also eat meat dishes, Lachra does not know.

"Hmm..."

Whether Gugugegderestav was interested in the smell, he puts his hands on the hamburger.

Then in an instant, the hamburger was divided into six equal parts.

Large quantities of gravy and aroma spread from inside.

Guggegderestav eagles the fork without saying anything and pokes it into the hamburger, transporting it to his mouth.

"The meat itself is very soft, the sweetness of the vegetables contained therein and the aroma of the spices repaint the meat's unique odor and grease to its strength. The overflowing gravy also brings them together as one flavor… and what is making them float more clearly on the tongue… salt? With the help of vegetables and spices, the mighty flesh wraps around the aura of salty gravy and speaks of its martial courage with its tongue…"

What is it, even in Ekdoyk? Is the devil a reviewer or something?

I feel like I'm losing the jury battle watching a rack eating happily without saying anything next door.

"Potatoes next..."

Carry the potato purée into your mouth for a bite, feeling slightly less motivated than the hamburger.

"This is... potato, but potato? If the dish ahead is a warrior who martial arts on his tongue, this is a maiden who celebrates her last hour on her tongue, a tragedy in her mouth that leaves a mellow and gentle taste to say goodbye to this world without cutting - no, seriously, if you include both in your mouth... what kind of harmony, the stories of rough warfare and tragedy seem to combine to spin one story!

What is it? Lachra, meanwhile, eats with a full grin.

I do have a military boost to Lachra in that she says she looks delicious...

"Why don't you just say what you think?"

"It's delicious! Why don't you always make it!

I thought you were complaining.

Bamberg is also a hassle to make, even butter that makes puree is just a small amount made in the test operation.

By the way, the purple demon king... apparently eats silently.

After a while everyone finished eating.

- It was delicious.

"Thanks for that."

"Well, I told you not to be human, but you're not the enemy of the Demon King."

Seriously, what kind of commentary does the Devil King's dish have on how to say that in a review just for me?

Let Lachra stand for now. This one sits.

The purple demon king also rises and Duvreoli takes his seat instead.

"Dear mister, I want to eat too -"

"Good, you sit down already."

"Is this my dish?

One plate that emerged from under the crochet, still soup based, as you can guess...... what is this?

In a nutshell...... what is this?

I see potato-like wreckage everywhere... but the color of the soup is quite funky as purple.

The smell is... mild irritant smell, isn't this... a little poisonous?

"Come on, go ahead?

Seeing the rakura to be sacrificed, he had already taken refuge in the tour seat.

I can't forgive you, remember when you leave!?

I'll turn my gaze to the other two great demons, with an obviously puzzling look on their face.

That was so grand, I thought there was going to be a delicious meal at the arrow tip. Not this...

No, it looks bad, but maybe it tastes good, yes. As long as it's enough to challenge a culinary battle - oh, Guggegderestav took a bite!

Now, talk eloquently about what kind of food repo...

"... gohoo!

Ha, fell!?

Are you still saying it tastes the way it looks?

Besides, from the face to the plate... is he dead?

"Gugugegderestav, what disrespect for the cooking made by the Demon King! Look, this is how you eat."

Duvreoli brings momentum and mysterious soup to his mouth, no spitting.

But I'm shivering, shivering, shivering so much - no, that's a cramp!?

Oh, it stopped working.

Duvleoli, silent looking at the blue of the sky, is certainly more stunning posture than Gugugegderestav.

"... aren't you going to eat?

I was making a big mistake, this wasn't a culinary battle.

Yes, this is to force the judge to take the position that any dish must be eaten.

There is no guarantee of life if even the Great Devil is fed a dish like this, but if he refuses to do so, he will abandon the battle.

A ploy that has poked a hole in the rules...... Huh!

"... won't you eat it?

I thought so, but that expression seems very different.

Is it normal to make it and this miserable, no, but I don't.

"I'd like to ask you one thing, you tasted it, didn't you?

"Oh... mi?

"... to try this on my own after I've seasoned it."

"- Oh, you have that cooking method, too?

This is no good, everything, not what it is.

So you're saying this is a dangerous dish properly cooked by an amateur without any taste?

No, it should be called processing rather than cooking, although no one knows what it was processed into.

But you have to eat more than you've won the battle... yes, stay!

Grab the spoon, arms tremble.

Drain a bite of liquid and finally put it in your mouth...

"Well, why don't I try some too?

Ooh, take the spoon the purple demon king has served from somewhere, sip Duvreoli's leftover soup... and gracefully move into the shadows of the cooking area.

Oh, he's back.

"My loss is good."

"Eh."

"Mine, lose, it's good"

Terribly true face, looking good, slightly tears accumulating in my eyes.

... You tasted bad enough to spit it out in the back, it's horrible to say that you were seriously willing to compete in this dish.

"... I'm sorry, huh? I wanted you to eat some handicrafts, but this wasn't much."

Are you saying that the purpose of this battle, the purple demon king, who is depressed, was to feed the hand cooking here?

How reckless - but if that's the case, it's not the story.

"I'll dispose of this dish, won't I?

"No, once a battle is a battle. I'll take a bite or so."

"Don't worry about that, okay?

"I also ate the big demons next door, and it's not sleepy to say I don't eat a bite of the food you cook for people"

That's how I close my eyes and release the soup into my mouth.

- Ha, consciousness for a moment!?

I have no sensation in my mouth, my jaw is shaking slightly... this is probably paralyzed in my mouth.

I just use ingredients prepared for boulders and they are not poisonous.

Still, this sucks, worse than when you bring charcoal.

"-Su, sorry, I didn't know what it tasted like, so I'm gonna take another bite."

"Hey, hey?

Second mouth, yeah, there's something wrong with your whole body.

Third mouth, my arm looks like lead.

Fourth mouth, my stomach is rioting.

Fifth, sixth and seventh bites...... I no longer feel like saying I'm eating.

This is stoic training, I'm sure it is.

No matter how many bites I ate, I had more bad status for my body, while it didn't taste, and if I realized it, I finished eating while leaving my whole body palpitating complaining of malaise.

"... Oh, yes."

"Shit, are you insane?

"The battle is a battle... and needless to say, this dish tastes better... that's two votes, this one wins"

Take it if the opponent purely challenges the battle, and stick to the rules.

The Purple Demon King ate both dishes and declared victory and defeat, so should this one.

And if they really wanted me to eat it, there's no way they could say no.

Now it's a win, a complete win.

But the moment I was sure I'd won, my consciousness fluttered.

Taste is still important, yeah.