Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

The preparations for lunch were to be thrown round the Liseri and the girls.

As soon as Rick and I returned to the castle late after noon, we decided to head to the kitchen.

Then whilst filling your belly easily with leftovers, return the gelatin you just had with warm water.

Specifically, bread for making and soup made by the Gias and the girls without Rick's help.

"Hey instructor...... I guess I should still have hunted that bore"

"Could be"

The ingredients are potatoes that slept in the ground during the winter months, dried ushilatake, and a little hard meat that is not Boa's.

"If you're a gelatin, is this it?

"Yes, first flush with warm water. That's what he said."

"I was saying, who is it?

"... my lord"

Anyway, first, restore your health by keeping nutrition in your stomach.

With a little warmer, we'll be able to pinch in the woods as we travel, but it's just early spring.

"The image of the demon king I know and what the instructor says make a different impression"

"That's what old authority is. If you are the last demon king in history, you can no longer avoid distorting information to the powerful of time."

I get sleepy when my belly is full.

I'm dying to get my slumber up right now. But that would not be tolerated by Rick and everyone's birthday party.

"Instructor, this is an inquiry I did a long time ago. Is the Demon King dead...?

"... Well, what do you think? The Demon King... has disappeared"

"That's what I said before. But I don't know."

…… At the present time of our complete victory of the Demon Army, she has disappeared. Without a trace, the strongest being in this world was hidden. "

Or I can see it was distorted.

The Demon King denied the battle and fled, trying to avoid human extinction.

Fact At the time I believed in the snoring truth. The demon king was deceived and murdered by despicable men.

"It would have been better if humans had perished then. That's what I used to think. But not now, because the teacher's husband stopped the fight, I can see Patia and Liseri smiling. Instructor, tell me the rest of the recipe."

"You've grown up to be able to hear words like that from your mouth, Rick. You are my proud honorary student."

I rise to change the subject, and bring down from the shelf the sealed maple syrup.

That shelf was made for me by Bernie during the winter months. It's a little inclined, but it has a taste and warmth.

"Boil the mixture of gelatin and maple syrup. Then add the fruit to the flavor and colouring and let it cool slowly after enough fire."

"Fruit... You got a problem with dried berries?

"Yeah, the texture shifts color and flavor anyway, so I thought it might be bad. It's a translucent food because of it, and I was wondering if it would be more interesting to keep it in without carving it."

"Okay. So it's cold. What's next?

"It's over cold. It solidifies in elastic slime at cold. And that's it."

"Oh, that's surprisingly simple..."

"Anyway, the Demon King wasn't like cooking dishes from himself. Self-depravity, laziness, that's who it is. Now I think they understood what I meant and what I did."

"To be rude, it could be. But I think he's the master of the instructor."

When I passed on the recipe, Rick moved his hand as he was used to, even if I didn't help him.

The allocation of maple syrup is also something I'm more used to than just me knowing the top edge of the recipe.

"But gelatin, or interesting material, is what I got..."

"Yeah, it would be dessert if it was sweetened, and I was wondering if it would be a thick dish like stewed bone by bone if it was other flavored. Mm-hmm. Huh..."

But it's still sleepy. It's not uncommon or anything to me, such as being unconscious if I think I'm sleepy.

Rick's cooking has progressed while the cat humans were hanging out with utters.

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"Finished."

The awakening was awakened by a cute and irrelevant whisper.

If you open your eyes, for some reason there's Clay, the cat human informant, in the kitchen.

Rick's thin red and purple berry mixed jelly with his nose ringing and his exciting eyes.

"It smells good, so I came to help you taste it."

"Excuse me, instructor, if you don't let me taste it, everyone's threatening to tear me apart..."

Clay is not bad at all.

I'm shaking my muddy and smug tail and pointing a good mood smile at the jelly.

"Well, are you blackmailing my godson? In the first place, you, aren't you supposed to be helping the field today?

"Physical labor is not the right thing to do. Maybe if you eat something, you can hang in there."

"Threaten people, say it often..."

It's the kind of race where threats are skinning.

It's fine because the demands are jelly tastings, but I don't know what will happen in the future. It's a bad one, that's why I didn't want to go in there...

"Nyagi's expression of affection."

Shall I skewer this one with an expression of affection, Clay?

"Listen, Clay. In the children's original place, once a year, they were having everyone's birthday party. So make today that day. The role of tasting is very responsible."

"I know. Can I eat more than that?

That hand won't work on a less emotional opponent.

Clay didn't wait for permission to tast, when did he get it? I took the jelly with a wooden teaspoon and carried it to my mouth.

"You're already eating!

"Rick, when you get angry, you'll rejoice in the other person. So, what's the flavor?

"Huh, yummy!! This is the legendary recipe from the direct legend of the previous Demon King, or did you come all the way inside? ♪ This is definitely a delightful flavor for the kids!

My cat gave me a heartbeat.

So I steal a tree spoonful from Clay's hand and hand it to Rick.

I also checked the taste when Rick finished his tasting.

"You look forward to the evening. Clay, can you help me decorate, please?

"I was wondering if you could leave Prison Beryl to the bad habits?!

"If you steal it, I'll let Patia moff it for an hour."

"Well, that's fascinating... but it's a sentence that's going to suffocate..."

"I'm not kidding, thank you."

Not a single decorative Prison Beryl disappeared.

Sometimes he was light and clever from the beginning, and Clay, who helped him, said he was much appreciated by Liselli.

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The night has come.

When I came to the dining room for dinner, there were little flowers that blossomed in the early spring and the more handy meat dishes than usual, the luxurious supper, waiting for people.

Those who had jobs in the castle had just found out, but they didn't tell the name.

Everyone is excited and anticipating unexpected celebrations, looking at decorations and talking to their good neighbors.

It's the beginning of a party when everyone gathers in the dining room and a sumptuous dinner is transported to the dining room desk over the kitchen.

"Once a year in there, this season, we were having everyone's birthday party. Rick and Electrum said we could make today that day! Happy Birthday, everyone, we've got another year to live!

When Liselli speaks for herself, a little ridiculously hard for a child to make, it's already the limit of patience.

Kids who love meat have disappointed their extra luxurious chunks of meat.

At one toe I kept it in my belly, so I borrow Patia's silver harp and begin playing warm tuned music.

The party-specific emotion swelled even this, and Bernie, the lead actor and nothing, teased the kids with all the fuss.

It might be weird for me to say this. But somehow, I felt like I smelled happiness.

"Cat, Patia, I'll stick with you - 'Cause, Patia, this is it, Nine Sai,' cause you're a baby."

"Is the food good?

"Yeah, I already did. When it gets creepy, it's curly, 'cause I'm gonna rip it off. Besides, it was really sweet of me."

"No way, did you give it to him...? Are you going to eat, him?

"Yeah. So let it go -?

From the slightest wild bird thing in the woods, I feel like I've been pulled by the image of Pitty Now for the Raptor thing......

Well it's a bird and do you eat about meat......

"Then give me the song I taught you before. Let's go with" Daughter of the Sun. "

"Okay! Hehe, Cat, Octopus, Tiny. Thanks to Cattan. Thanks, Cat!

I still can't play Patia.

Still makes me feel happy with energy and affection.

That man who taught me this song is also joyful beyond the afterlife. That's what I believed.