Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

"Heating" is one of the air conditioning magic combining fire magic and wind magic. This magic, which can also be used instead of a dryer, has recently become completely familiar and can be activated almost from the beginning, rather than mixing separately. It's nice to be able to subtly put "heating" in each tent without someone pointing out that you're doing multiple magical synthetics thanks to it. Still, people who know magic sometimes have a slightly strange face.

"- Oh, this is good. You don't have to make a patient feel cold."

Filling a narrow tent filled with four patients with warm air relieved the hygiene youth. The faces of the patients lying on the beds also relaxed.

Even though the sheets were warmed by chrysotiles brought in at the villagers' pleasure, it was not enough in this season when the outside temperature dropped to below freezing point. Firepots and magic stones of fire are few in number, and they never reach all the tents with nearly twenty tents. Theori, who can use air conditioning magic in this way, was very welcome.

"How much time do I have?

"Hmm... maybe you should wait three hours. When you go in and out, the outside air will definitely get in. If it's surrounded by boundary piles, it shouldn't take about five hours."

"I see. I'll hang up a bit. There should be some reserves for village preservation and garrisons for the junction pile."

"That's right. I'll come back later, but I appreciate the boundaries."

When the air conditioning magic happens every three hours in nearly twenty tents, it looks very tiring. That is why Alec will be given a sign of punishment. At that time, I remembered the feeling of my lips touching my neck, and I felt a small tremor.

(--I feel familiar with that kind of thing)

Because you're such a good man, you've probably had one or two lovers before, but it's not funny. I felt jealous of a woman I didn't know, and I smiled unconsciously at myself.

Speak two or three words, speak with the medics, and then leave the tent. I wonder if I just told you that half is left. I recharged and patrolled the rest of the tent.

"... I guess I'm just a little tired..."

With a body that had just recovered from an injury, the burden of using magic for dozens of consecutive times seemed to be too great. Louis warned me a lot, but I couldn't do it because I was almost there. Although he was reluctant, he showed understanding, but at last Louis, who had lost his patience at the end of the tent, began to slap his neck and finished his business, and the conversation ended up there.

"I'm... sorry. I'll get some rest now."

Looking angry, Louis stretched her tentacles with a fluttering tremor and pushed her back. He was pushed a little further from the ambulance, a waiting area for adventurers. A few adventurers, hired as replacements for the rescue team, were resting where they wanted to be. Most of them are the faces I've seen. Each of them notices us and sends a light greeting.

"Oh, Shiori. I heard you were hurt. Are you okay?

Turning to the familiar, prolonged way of talking, Linus stood up looking a little grassy. Two leather bags about the size of a hug are lowered in that hand. I wonder if they were sorting out the relief supplies.

"It's okay. Ellen cured me."

"You don't look good for that, but you couldn't do it again?

"... I'm just out of magic."

Well, I guess I couldn't do it.

"Ugh...."

Like agreeing with Linus, Ruli also trembled, and Shiori couldn't say anything anymore but keep quiet.

Alec told me not to.

The habit of getting soaked in me didn't seem to come out so easily. Even if it is impossible to hide it, it has become obvious, and I don't really know where to cut it up or down.

"Well, if you're free, you can stay up for a while. Sleep a little, it's different."

Linus pointed to the tent behind him. With hesitation, he spread out the leather bag he had and smiled. Inside, there are five full-bodied, pure white bird-shaped beasts.

"I caught a snow-waiting bird. I found it flying around the outer edge of the forest."

"Wow, that's amazing. So much."

Snowbirds that usually inhabit rocky areas in the alpine region are medium-sized bird-shaped magical beasts that descend beyond forest limits to close proximity at the beginning of winter, when snow begins to fall. It is also commonly said to fly in search of food. Because they sometimes target small livestock, snowbirds are advised to actively hunt if they are seen. Nevertheless, it is a difficult task to shoot down this beast that flies across the sky as it crumbles. Meat falls into a precious category. Around the time I took out five of these things lightly, I was a Class A bowman. Literally, the flying birds aren't as good as the owners who drop them.

"I'm going to finish this, and then you can fry it for lunch. It's going to take a while to finish everything, so rest until then."

"... in that case, I'll give you a little rest."

I feel a little comfortable being asked for a job later. After I dropped off Linus, who was leaving with a snowbird, Louis prompted me to push him into the tent. As several colleagues take a nap wrapped in blankets, lend a blanket piled up in the corner of the tent and lie in an empty spot. Louis tried to stay close to her and pasted it on the side. It is slightly warm where I touched it.

(Ah, that's right. Let's "heat it up" here too)

Use the remaining magic to activate the air conditioning magic to fill the warm air. Then I gently closed my eyes and fell asleep so that I could be pulled in.

"─ Wow, it stinks! What a pile of meat!

"Isn't that amazing? This is how you make fried chicken."

Your awareness rises to the noise outside the tent. I lay down in a bright tent and looked around. Colleagues who were supposed to have slept with you have already woken up, and others with folded blankets in the corners are not popular as cancer.

When she woke up slowly, Louis trembled next to her. He comes up on his lap caring.

"... it's okay. I knew it would be different if I went to bed for a little while."

Though not enough, I felt much lighter than before. Unhealed magic is compensated by taking magic healing medicine. After stretching out lightly, he unraveled his body and folded the blanket out of the tent. In the morning it was unusual for the sun to shine, but now it has a unique sky pattern of a snowy country covered in thick clouds. It is likely to snow.

As he approached Linus, who was talking to a colleague about something next to a trolley loaded with pots, he smiled at his freckled face.

"Ah, Shiori. Did you get some rest?

"Yes, thank you."

"Yeah, you look better than before. It's hard to get enough rest, but when it's all over, let the master rest a lot."

I don't think so, considering the Tris branch, which would have been weakened by the allocation of personnel to the rescue team. The laughter leaked from the surrounding area into Linus' light mouth. A man who looks light from his tone and attitude and can actually read the air, he is carefree enough to calm the air on the spot with a little light mouth.

"... even so, this is an incredible amount."

Looking into the large pan on the trolley, you can see the mountain of meat beautifully. The meat of snow-moving birds, which is cut neatly into each part, is placed in a large pot. The last one had organs in it, and some of the colleagues who had accidentally peeked into it were staring at it.

"Ah, snowbirds are lean meat, right?"

Imagining the color of chicken close to human skin tone, Shiori rounded his eyes on a pile of lean meat that was just confused with beef.

"Well, it tastes more like beef or venison than chicken. It doesn't smell and it's easy to eat."

"Heh...."

Lean meat, I'm sure.

"... is it good for anemia because it has a lot of iron?"

The injury that bled from the laceration is not immediately effective, but I think it should be more or less healed. Looking again at the large pan containing the organs, I saw a bright red liver (lever) that was mistaken for the other organs. If it's the liver of a lean snow-mouthed bird, it's sure to be rich in iron and vitamins. It is a heavy ingredient for the seriously injured, but if you crush it carefully or make it soup, you may be able to put it in your mouth a little.

"Is it okay to cook like a normal chicken?

"That's right. I think so when I ate at my parents' house. I don't need to age, I'd rather eat it early."

Then there seems to be no problem. And then the ingredients. Indeed, what I had was not enough.

"Do you bring any ingredients?

When asked, Linus tilted his neck to remind him.

"Hmm, potatoes, onions, salt and pepper from the equipment of the guild..."

"Baguette and rye bread"

Marlena, the spear-man, who was looking at the meat of the snow-waiting bird with interest, inherited the words. Snowbirds are just magical beasts that are difficult to hunt, but they don't have much chance of getting in their mouths. My colleagues around me also have a face full of expectations that they will be able to eat delicious food unexpectedly at the destination.

"Selling flour and oil to a store somewhere? I'd like to use it for deep-fried chicken, but there are quite a lot of them, so I need a certain amount... if it's powder, I can cut bread and use it."

"Ah, then, I think I can get it from the farmer's maid who just let me use the demolition shed. Instead of the usage fee, I put some of the wings and meat of the snow-waiting bird, but I was worried that it was too much. Looks like he was trying to give me some extra ingredients, but he just declined."

I'm going to talk to you for a minute. That's how Linus ran away.

I decided to keep going until the flour arrived. I had already prepared a kamado for self-cooking, but I wanted to proceed with some cooking at the same time, so I asked for another one to increase it. This seems to be made by an empty colleague.

When I tried to cut the ingredients apart quickly, I noticed that I left my back bag with my favorite tools with the villagers. I also want to use the condiments I put inside.

"My luggage....."

Ah, then.

Marlena pointed to one of the union's tents.

"I kept it, so I was asked to give it to you. I put it in there."

"Wow, good. Thank you very much."

I have to thank the villagers who kept it for me. Looking for and removing my back sac.

Once you've rolled up your sleeves with an apron and cleaned your hands with water magic, it's time to cook.

"Marlena, how many people are from the union?

Ah, sixteen.

"Sixteen people...."

And Alec and myself, eighteen.

"What about Lori? You think you can eat it?

When I asked her, she trembled on her side. They still don't need that much meat. I think it would be nice if you gave me some of the remaining organs.

The meat of the five medium-sized beasts seems to be enough for the number of people if you think of each one, but I will cut it in such a way that I can make extra meat just in case.

Let's start with fried chicken. Light and easy to eat breast meat on a fatty, delicious, plump leg. The tip of the wings and the tip of the wings are 10 pieces each. Cut the leg and breast meat, place them in a large pan with the tip of the wings and the tip of the wings, and apply an appropriate amount of salt and pepper, handmade ginger juice, and garlic powder to knead well. I don't have the usual soy sauce, so I'm fried with salt today.

Next is the liver. This also seems delicious if it is deep-fried, but this time I will use it for lever paste and soup. I cut it into small pieces and rinsed the blood with water magic to drain it thoroughly. Then I cut the water well and left it there. Then I cut the onion into fine dust and cut the potato into a size that is easy to eat for both injured people and injured people.

Bring a large pot to a fire, heat your bottled butter and stir-fry the onions. Once the onion color is clear, add the liver here and stir-fry it until the surface color changes, take a look at the timing and divide it in half for the soup, then add the cooking liquor and vanilla and simmer until the moisture flies.

Make a soup while you simmer the lever paste ingredients. In a heated pan, melt the butter, add the liver and onions separated and stir-fry the potatoes and garlic powder. After some stir-frying, add water, vanilla, and homemade dried tomatoes, simmer, and carefully remove the gray juice. After that, put in an appropriate amount of the handmade consomme and close the lid and simmer well until it becomes soft.

When I saw the lever paste pot here, the water was flying so well. Remove from heat, remove coarse heat, add salt and pepper and bottled butter, then close lid and hold tight.

"--Food Processor"

Through the inside of the pot, a magic wind like a sickle breaks the ingredients inside. When the magic was released in place and the lid was gently opened, it was in good condition and pasty. As a precaution, further crushing and smoothing with wood sheets results in the completion of a palatable lever paste.

I use a spoon and put it on the back of my hand to taste it.

"... oh. Rich"

There was no habit like a chicken, but the intense aroma of liver and butter spread throughout the mouth. It will be delicious if you apply it to a seared baguette and eat it.

I put a lever paste on the hands of my colleagues staring at us with sparkling faces.

"Nh, delicious!

"Yeah, it's delicious, but I prefer a little more pepper."

"I might want a little more salt."

If so, would you like to fine-tune the seasoning?

Everyone faces each other and laughs little by little.

"But this could be heavy for the wounded."

"That's right...."

The intense flavor is delicious for healthy people, but it will still feel bad for the severely bleeding wounded. I decided to take this as a fellow adventurer.

"How about some soup?

When I checked the soup that was still on fire, I found that it was cooking well. In an amber soup, you'll find softly boiled liver, potatoes, and dried tomatoes dancing. Season and taste with salt and pepper. It seems rich and refreshing with the sourness of tomatoes, making it easy to drink.

"Taste, taste."

I put it in a bowl and had my colleagues spin it and drink it.

"Oh, isn't this something that even the injured can drink? I may have a different preference for the lever, but let's ask."

Marlena took the soup from the bowl to the ambulance headquarters in one hand. Coming back so soon, she laughs with an attractive wink.

"It's okay. He said he'd distribute it to those who want it."

"Good. Thank you very much."

The Magic Swordsman Ludger took the large pot after it was divided into separate pots for us.

Oh, that smells good.

Linus came back after replacing him with Ludger. Those arms are full of luggage.

"I got flour and pork fat (lard), and then I got this. It's warm."

Dry bright red pepper fruit.

"Wow. It seems good to use for fried chicken! Thank you, Mr. Linus."

"Yeah, it's for fried chicken. I'm looking forward to it."

"Are you okay with the spicy stuff?

"If it's not too spicy, I'll be fine."

Well then, I'll make some spicy ones.

Make chili powder while heating pork fat in a large pot. Cut the fruit into two pieces and remove the seed. I wrapped it carefully in a cloth and put it in a pouch because there may be seeds that will bud if planted. Then, seeded chillies were placed in an empty lidded container in hand, the lid was tightly closed, and then crushed to a powder using the magic of a "food processor". Complete the bright red chili powder.

Split up some of the underflavoured fried meat and apply a mixture of flour, chilli flour, pepper and vanilla. Some people may not like spicy products, so I kept the amount of tingling and spiciness to a minimum. The rest of the meat is usually just flour.

"Was it warm?

If you drop a piece of meat into the heated pork fat, a fragrant smell rises along with a buzzing sound. Looks just right. Adjust the heat so that the temperature does not rise too high, and then throw the meat of snowbirds coated with fried powder in the grease.

The aromatic aroma of fried meat that stimulates appetite fills the area.

Deep-fried chicken that was cut into smaller pieces is first pulled out of the fried oil and then divided into smaller pieces with a knife.

First, fried breast meat with salt. There is no kaguri powder and the clothes are made of flour only, so the teeth are slightly stiff, but this is crispy and delicious. The taste is just as good as salt. The gravy juice flooded from under the clothes, and then the taste of elegant meat like fine beef spread to the mouth. It's light and easy to eat.

"Nfu, delicious. It's like a cow's cutlet."

"If you do, you'll want alcohol."

My colleagues agree.

Next, leg meat. Cut this into small pieces, and everyone will taste it. Bird-like plump texture and rich, wild flavors that are different from livestock. This looks like a fried bird.

"Wow, it's so plump and intense! This is the texture of bird meat."

"Yeah, I'm leg meat after all. I feel like I'm eating fried chicken."

Rich flavoured leg meat is better for men. Women still prefer chest meat that can be eaten lightly.

They also served fried chicken that was spicy with chili powder. The spicy taste of chili pepper enhances the taste of the meat. I felt that the taste of leg meat, which may be of concern to some people, was also reduced by this.

"Ah, I'm starting to feel kind of gloomy."

"If it's as spicy as this, I can eat it. It may be easier to eat than salty ones."

Every fried chicken is generally popular. Although preferences seem to be divided by the part of the meat and the flavour, it was decided that the early winner would choose the flavour he liked.

"... by the way..."

After finishing the taste, I licked off my greasy fingertips, and then Linus murmured.

"... it's getting a lot of attention!"

"... I see."

I feel uncomfortable feeling a strong gaze from a long time ago. As I glanced around, the knights who were dressed as carelessness passed by with a flicker of concern. Younger knights seem to be more prominent in eating.

"Wow. What should I do?"

It smells good.

Theori looked at her colleagues.

"... each one of them is counted so they can eat."

At this time, I'm going to be alone enough ~

"It's not enough to split up with everybody."

"That can't be helped. Because they caught us for lunch. The Knights will bring their own supplies."

Discuss by poking your nose and concentrating on fried food where the policy has been decided.

After a while, a pile of fried chicken appeared on the plate. Split up the number of people and serve only those who are here first. The roasted baguettes were lever pasted and served in a bowl with fried chicken and handed over. Leave the rest for colleagues who are still working in the field. I left it beside the fire to keep it as warm as possible.

Ah, Mr. Caspar

Stop Caspar who visited the ambulance to see how he was doing. Though he would be tired, his knightly stiff movements without ever putting it on the surface seemed surprising to Theori, who had a pile of fried chicken.

"Sir Theori, that's..."

"Divided hem," he said. I don't think there are enough people, but if you don't mind. Deep-fried snow-mouthed birds. This one is salty, and the slightly red one is just a bit spicy. "

"This is another rare thing... thank you for your concern."

The caspar with a loose expression seemed to receive fried chicken. While working behind him, I saw the boy knights glittering and sparkling his face, and unexpectedly blew it out, but as Caspar looked back, he quickly distracted his face and showed the appearance of concentrating on his hands. But he seemed to have all the prospects.

"Those bastards... I'm so sorry, Siori. I'll take them all."

"Yes, have some."

Returning to the Adventurer's camp, he started eating from the unavailable. Baguettes and deep-fried chicken were taken one by one, the lever paste was applied, and then, depending on one's preference, salt and pepper were sprinkled and added or subtracted. I can hear a crispy baguette roaring from there. Deep-fried chicken is split in half between close associates, and some colleagues find delicacy in comparison with salt and spicy, leg and breast meat.

Looking back at the ambulance behind him, the knights resting beside the tent set up as a waiting area were cheeking on the fried chicken. Some of the wounded appeared to have an appetite.

Every face is loose and tastes delicious.

Looking at the faces of these happy broken people, I thought it was good to be doing this job. Even in such a difficult time - no, it is because of such a difficult time that if you can work for everyone with a delicious meal that is not different from usual, and if you are happy with it, I think that this work of yours also makes sense.

(--Is this also one of the forms of my "place"?)

If it's true, there won't be any place for you in this country when we find out it's a wound. Don't forget that we're the only ones who can admit you're one of them. "

The words of friends who shredded their intentions as Shiori with psychological violence and just tried to treat them like convenient dolls still tie themselves up. But still.

(Yval's lying. If I was there, I would have been there.)

I tried to spit on a man who wasn't there, who kept giving me bad words, something that couldn't have reached me.

There are so many people who are happy with their work. And because there are gentle people beside me who will give me warm words, hold me safe, and try to heal the wound little by little.

(I want to walk more forward)

Turn around and admit that you had no choice but to stop. And I want to walk with him. I thought so.