Muimui-tan

- One...

Well, I can't help thinking about it.

Do you want to cook with the help of the Cat Clan this time? If they say no - that's it, then think about it, right!

"Pong, let's focus on the good stuff we don't have to cook too much over there this time"

"So, owner, don't call me Pong. I'm telling you."

Ignore Pong's words.

"And I want to focus on sweetness at the request of the purple flame witch, but is it possible?

Pong plots something with a nigga in my words and laughs like that.

"Then I have just the right one. I'm still a cat tribe, but I called it in to prep for an example, so I'm good at sweetness."

To prepare an example? Did you call him? Speaking of which, why do you have so many Cat cooks? It wasn't until a while ago, was it? Is it also an event of some kind? I'm not listening. I'm out of company.

"Okay, so please. I'll hold the luggage just like last time. Let's roar the priests with the flavor of cooking and make them recognize us."

Yeah, well, even if you hate other races, you can't resist the taste of cooking. It's a culinary invasion.

"Wow. I'll take care of it."

Pong heads to the dining room scratching his bald head. Wash your hands properly later.

Well, I'll stay anxious, but this is the only way. Later, it will be.

Head to the cooking area in the back of the dining room.

"Owner, do me a favor."

So I'm going to wrap up the cooking tools as I listen to Pong's instructions.

Then came one seemingly uncomfortable tribe of cats. You look Persian with a gnarly spread face.

"I'll see you first. It's Takwan."

Too bad! Takuan would have looked like a pickle! Who is it?

"That takwan's a cook who's good at the sweetness we're soliciting right now."

Heh, I'm soliciting you. I'm not listening. Well, I'm glad the solicitation succeeded because we're not good at sweetness.

- Two...

- "Metastasis" -

Using the Transfer skill, I take all the 14 types of luggage, feather cats, and below Pong cooks.

Some seemed to be rolling around the moment they arrived on the ground, but it wouldn't be a problem.

This time, there were seven cooks who brought Pong in. Pong is the only Pu tribe, and later is brilliantly full of cat tribes. So, you're gonna be okay, right?

For some reason, this one walks the cook around the island with the college that is left floating. You had good time, no one walking but us. I walked straight to the entrance to the island, and as I waited there came Emilia's riding flying dragon.

Even today, the luxurious hairstyle Emilia descended from the cage of the Feilongs in graceful motion, and screamed.

"Of, Mr. Noalgie! He's a beast!

Uh, uh, is this the kind of reaction even in Emilia?

"It's our cook. Could you get me on a flying dragon and carry it?

When I heard my words, I shook my neck sideways weakly as Emilia trembled. Uh, can't you?

"Wouldn't that work?

Even if I ask, Emilia just shakes her head to the side. Hmm.

"Mm, I can't. If you're a trained military flying dragon, you're not going to accept a beast man for a normal flying dragon."

To?

"Maybe Fei Long can't get the cat people on board?

Emilia nods again and again. I see. Nothing. Isn't it a wack that Emilia won't discriminate and let you ride, it's a matter of flying dragons? Hmm. I wonder if maybe that's also why people in the Reich don't like anything other than the Pu people. Fei Long is incredibly close to the people of the Reich.

"What about Sophia and Stella?

"You've already sent them to my house."

Right. Well, I can't help it.

"Pong, I want you to send me type 14."

Well, these two won't have a problem.

"Okay, owner, I'll go ahead and get ready."

Remove some ingredients and cooking tools from the magical West Pouch XL and pass to Type 14.

"Type 14, please."

"Master, I accept"

Gently lift the cooking tools that the 14 mould looks heavy on. Uh, but this, Fei Long's burden looks huge. I mean, well, for that matter, people are down in Cotto.

"Emilio"

"Nyah!"

Emilio, who was flying fluffy nearby, responds to my call.

"You grow up and carry them. I'm gonna go get Cecilia."

"Nyah!

I don't just say Emilio's been entrusted with it. I tail him. Yes, yes, I asked for it.

"Mr. Noalzy, how do you pick me up..."

"Fly away. So I asked for it!

- Flying.

I immediately activate my Flying skills and ascend to the sky. Well, I'm running out of time, so I'm gonna fly over and pick you up crisp.

Once you get to your princess's mansion, you'll be able to get from there to Emilia's mansion with the Blue Knight's Flying Dragon!

- Three...

He was joining the princesses and rubbing somewhat when he descended on Emilia's mansion at the Fei Long.

"So okay, we are!

"I'm in trouble. I'm in trouble!

Pong, are you the cook of Emilia's mansion? And some Cat cooks. What, what? I don't seem to see Emilia, but what's going on?

We came here with your permission.

"My husband would be pissed off if he found out I put those furrowers in the cooking area!

Uh, speaking of cat people, they're full of hair. You cook well like that. Isn't there a lot of hair in the dish that's gonna make a big deal out of this?

"I won't listen to you!

Then the elusive Persian came forward.

"We cat people - among them, we specialize in cooking - can control when we lose hair! Mr Pont would still be more unhygienic to spill polo and hair on the Pu people growing hair like you!

Oh, that's what I can do.

"At the Beast Man's Minute!

Uh, uh, uh, uh-huh. Couldn't it have been a problem? No, no, but where are Emilia and her parents? Why are you leaving this situation behind?

The princess behind me was sighing loudly as she peeked into what I was going to do.

"Run, this is the state of the kingdom."

Oh, oh. Like, well, but for not killing him right away, isn't it better?

The princess walks to the cooks who are likely to develop into a beating.

"Something there"

"Who is it, you are"

The cook at Emilia's mansion didn't seem to realize the princess was a princess.

"Wrinkles are Cecilia Lemurias."

The cook lay flat the moment he heard the words.

"also, sorry"

Ugh, what quick action. It was as fast as it was engraved in my soul.

"Good."

And the princess looks great in vain.

"There will also be pride in you, Lord, as a person who protects the cooking place. But this time you'll give it to me."

Oh, that's royalty.

"Well, the Lord here, Lord Zele, is not a stranger. I'll take care of it later."

Sarasu, my princess, I can tell you the story.

Even so, I guess this would have been a hassle if I hadn't brought the princess. I mean, I'm terribly worried about the lord of the mansion, who rubs this far but doesn't come out.

What is it? The last time I saw him, it felt like a slight pro-food daylight. Mmm.