Life in Another World as a Maid Mage

Night is approaching the city, and magic lights are lit up in the dining room, which is beginning to dim.

In addition to the instructor Shiori's cooking, the table is lined up with prototypes of Yae and Dennis as students. Prototype dishes for promotional purposes have a fragrance that invites appetite from every dish, and colleagues passing through the hallway peek with a greedy face over the door's fitted glass. "At least the fragrance is passed," Yae laughed satisfactorily.

"Still, Dennis is very handy. I was surprised."

When I heard about it before, he said that it was enough to warm up cans or stir-fry, but his cooking was quite difficult because he was the secretary of the prestigious Earl. They say they sometimes spend their leisure time researching camping cuisine, so they may originally like cooking.

"Ah... Actually, my mother's cooking is not good. The soup was delicious, but everything else was fine (...), and my father and I used to help. Well, even if I said so, I could only do something simple."

"Yeah, that's right."

I can only imagine what her cooking would have been like to make her real son say "yes", but the experience of that time would have meant that he lived in his current job.

I think so, watching a stick salad lined up at the table with his hand stir-fried two shellfish in soy sauce butter and miso cream dip.

Then, when the meal was ready, Zach, who had finished his day's work, met and began a tasting party that combined dinner and a rapport party.

"Thank you for your indulgence, Lord Zach. I'm sorry I took your place of rest."

Initially, Annelier suggested that it should be in the apartments' room, but Annelier was reluctant to bring a first-facing person to a private place.

"Ah well... give it to me. Give me half a day. I can't believe it. Besides, you're going to keep me busy, right? Uncle Lady."

Zack laughs hard at Annelier's words.

"Yes, of course. We've also reopened our dealings with the Rovnell branch, and we'd like to be more friendly with the Adventurers Association (Guild) than ever."

--- The disgraceful rumours surrounding Dennis's father whispered to the upper classes in Rovnell territory were eventually spread by the Rovnell family branch, as well as by Dennis's real grandfather.

Annelier herself was extremely immature as a mid-degree lord at the time, and committed a failure to swallow the report of the old baron, who had served seriously for many years.

As a result, the rumor spread as a fact. What was supposed to have been a mere falling accident was the heart death at the end of the affair, and Dennis had a narrow shoulder and the Rovnell branch was cut off from its good work. It was the Rovnell branch with many prominent artists on its clients, but it would have been quite painful for the Rovnell clan, which still ruled the land. You still don't know the real reason why the deal ended.

"This time, my family's problems have caused a lot of trouble. I apologized where I needed to be, but... there were places where I was asked to refrain from interacting for a while."

Dennis smiled while gently stroking his favorite notebook, which had been written a lot - which he began to attach at his father's suggestion. Since the Incident, he has severely stifled adventurer aversion and immigrant dislike, and has been disrespectful to his opponents on several occasions.

Most of them seem to have generously accepted apologies for their childhood failures, but some of them have been rejected. The husband of the woman who had already become the deceased said, "That's what hurts people. You will understand that well now. Restoring trust won't be easy. Good luck," he said, turning back Dennis, who had come to apologize.

"--You may not be able to accept it even if you work hard. What you say once is irrevocable forever. There will be scratches all the time on the side I was told. That's all I told her. That's why I have to do my best not to tarnish Robnell's name any more."

Dennis went straight to the Rovnell branch to apologize. His real grandfather, the Master of the Rovnell branch, who had already received an apology from the old baron in question, was very sorry, but he was fortunate to accept it. Rather, he even cared for me as the greatest victim of the disturbance.

"Of course, because I'm Annie's fiancée, it's probably there. I won't sit in Robnell's name, I'll encourage him more than ever."

"Wow... I'm supporting you. But don't get too upset."

After he glanced next to me, Siori looked at Alec with a delicate look.

"... why did you look at me and say that?"

"There's another person who's too nervous and worried."

……

I don't know if I saw Siori and Alec doing that, but Annelier and Dennis smile bitterly.

"Anyway, there's a lot of work I can't do without an adventurer. It would be difficult without the Rovnell branch, which specializes in the circumstances of the art city, to accommodate fine art-related orders, and the last time I asked you to go into a dangerous place, I would ask the Tris branch, which has a high-ranking adventurer and the only domestic magician in the country. So, thank you for your continued support."

With Annelier holding hands, Theori nodded of course.

Well then, let's have it before it gets cold.

The story ended, and a delicate but enjoyable tasting session began with Yae's voice.

Soy sauce-based dishes such as sautéed meat and fish sauce were generally popular, but the miso base still needed improvement. Whilst it was welcomed that the flavors used to hide potage and stew had depth, some people were interested in the unique flavors of miso, such as sauces, dips, and miso stew.

"It looks like this bean. Somehow it stays in my tongue, so I'm concerned about the aftertaste."

"This dip sauce tastes good and delicious. But I'm worried about the roughness of this miso stew."

"Hmm, I see...."

Theoli roared little at Zach and Nadia's words.

"If you want to use it for kingdom cuisine, it seems better to politely crush it or backing it up to eliminate the bean-like ones. But if you're a cook, it can be a hassle to make foreign condiments at home."

I see. I think so too. If you're not used to fermented beans, you'll catch them.

I don't mind putting it in a potage, but if it is used in sauce, it seems better to use a smooth miso from the beginning. Personally, I wanted something as light as soy sauce. "

"Hmm... then I'll drop off the western bean miso and wheat miso this time. Is it suitable for the city's white miso and Shinatobe daiginjo sake?"

The red miso is also a bit of a habit, but it's delicious.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't. No matter how I cook, I really don't like the taste of that bitterness that stays in my tongue forever."

"Rather, it tastes good, but even the Mizuho people choose people...."

At the foot of discussions between Dennis and Yae, Louis cleans up some of the dishes that were not popular. It seems that this slime liked every dish.

When Alec and the others had finished tasting, they all worked on their favorite dishes. All of the soy sauce-based dishes were in good decline, but the dishes containing miso were largely limited in size. Theori writes a note in her notebook saying that it seems okay to serve at camp at least those dishes.

"This patty of meat miso is delicious. It looks like it would suit alcohol."

"Mm-hmm. Zach, don't you think it's a little overcoated? How about a little less?"

"Isn't that how you use too much yuzu and pepper, Clement? I've been eating skewers."

"This miso cream pasta is rich and salty and delicious. I didn't really like cream-based pasta because its flavor was somehow blurry, but I think it would be delicious."

"Miso seems to go well with cream and cheese. If you mix it thoroughly, you won't notice the unique fermentation odor."

"Yes, it's delicious even if it's a hidden taste of sweets. I have prepared a cheesecake with miso for dessert, so please try it."

"Well, that's exciting."

"Someone liked this garlic miso butter a lot. Could you bottle it if it is excessive? It doesn't seem to suit raw vegetables."

"I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I really like garlic and butter...."

"Ah, those two and fried rice with soy sauce are exquisite. You can have three cups of rice alone."

"... you seem to be eating a luxurious meal every day..."

It was fun to taste a new dish while each of them talked about their feelings, and Theoli smiled.

Talk and laugh while eating delicious food with people close to you. When I think of the days when it was a small thing, but I couldn't even do it, I think I'm very happy now.

--Just two years ago, he was really just a housekeeper. At first, we were friends who enjoyed eating like this, but all we did was do housework and chores for our friends, and after everyone finished eating, we just grabbed the rest of the meal by the side of cleaning up.

Those days, when even eating was a trillion years old, seemed like a very distant past.

Watch the people crossing the street through the windows. Do they also have a family waiting to make a warm meal? I wonder if there are any friends around the warm table.

--Fufu, only one person --Only one of those who were friends at that time survived, the figure of a man grabbed his brain. He was a sweet young man who didn't depend on anything, but he didn't hate it. He was like this if he had a brother.

But he was the only one who thought so, and he always seemed to have fallen in love with himself. Theori himself had no more feelings than his peers, but he treated himself like a lover. That's why some of my colleagues thought they were lovers.

(... but Torre didn't protect me after all)

He was a little weak, and eventually became a friend of his, and he didn't protect Theoli, who gradually became ill at the party. Just keep acting like a lover and just watch. I'll just sneak in later and say, "I'm sorry." Even when I left Shiori behind in the depths of the labyrinth, he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." That's all he was.

Such a weak man was the last survivor of that party, whose hearts were completely torn apart.

(... I wonder if you're eating properly.)

I think that kind of thing vaguely.

After the trouble at the branch of the destination, the registration was cancelled, and I heard rumors from the wind that I was finally living on that day.

I don't think I should die, but if one incident in the Labyrinth had to be treated as a knight because of insufficient evidence, I hope that life ahead would at least be serious. As for Shiori, it would have been nice if she hadn't shown up before herself again.

They only told me that he had been fired and returned to his hometown. I was worried about revenge for a while, but Zach made it clear that I would never show up in front of Theoli again. Although he was an aristocrat, Rambald was spared the knighthood treatment, but he said that he had (...) accepted (...) and (...) changed (...) his own (...) body (...) and (...) his (...) body (...) to be (...) refereed (...) and (...) to (...).

The feeling of unforgiving has not yet vanished, but if heavy punishment has been imposed so that they will never do evil again, there is nothing more they want. I just hope that no one will ever feel like me again.

"... Shiori. What's the matter with you?

Alec gently touched Shiori's shoulder, where he had stopped eating before long.

"... ah. Yeah, I was thinking a little bit."

"Hey, what's up?"

"... did it appear on your face?

"... well. I don't think it's a very pleasant idea."

His gentle hand strokes Shiori's back with his eyebrows and buttocks down a little.

"If it makes it easier for you to talk, you can ask as many questions as you want. Don't hoard it. Talk to me."

"... yeah, thanks. You know, I really thought it would be a happy thing for everyone to have a nice meal together."

This happiness of surrounding a warm table with loved ones is delicate but difficult. It is never easy to get what you want.

Were my friends and bosses more attracted to money and honor than to subtle happiness when they committed the foolishness of letting it go? I don't think it's a bad thing to ask for, but I don't think it was something I had to take away someone else's happiness.

"Siori"

Alec's face was cloudy. His hand rests on his shoulder and is gently hugged.

"Of course, some people find gold, honor, and fame more attractive. I don't think that's a bad thing in itself. But what you sacrifice to get it must never be someone other than yourself. No matter how proud you are of what you have earned at the expense of others, it will certainly be vain."

"... yeah"

"You've worked so hard for yourself. I think you're the only one who knows the value of this happiness that I've captured on top of it."

"Alec...."

Alec and myself. I think he understands it because he once lost his happiness. However, the happiness that the efforts made so far have borne fruit is still difficult and expensive.

"... I don't want to see you again, but I wish I could find out someday that Torre and Run Waldo are happy to have a warm meal with someone like this."

Alec opened his eyes for a moment. He closed his mouth as he tried to say something, and then looked around at his friends who enjoyed meals, looking out the window and exhaling a short sigh. His smile that came to mind was somehow remarkable in his terrible suffering.

"- I see. Someday (...)... I hope you realize that."

I couldn't understand exactly what his smile meant. But his hand holding Shiori is warm and tells me that this happiness is real.

The purple blue eyes looking down at Shiori were soft - and somehow narrowed.

(I want to kiss you like this...)

Zack coughed wildly in front of Theoli who thought so. The glimpse of my brother's face revealed a subtle expression that could not be said to be painful or embarrassing.

"... let's continue at home."

"... yeah"

After they both erupted small at the same time, they returned to the circle of gangsters surrounded by friends and new friends.