Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

"Sa, go ahead, enjoy it fully. It may not be comparable to the gastronomy offered to the royal family, but there are quantities anyway."

The sooner we get to our seats, the lady cuts them out with a smile.

As the words put it, Leo sparkled his eyes when he saw successive treats lined up at the table.

(Wow, yeah, yeah! The gold leaf is scattered! Ooh, goose liver on a goose shark egg! What an easy to understand luxury food trade fair!

The royal family and superior nobility, who immediately try to emulate the sophisticated food culture of the Erlandic style, love to majestically tailor only the main part of the course, otherwise brazenly to the qualities.

But at the Oscar house, it's like, "Everybody's the star! All I said was," The serving was decorative, and the dishes were all pushy.

Still strange, the strong cuisine of AK is in perfect harmony with each other and a unifying table is established. One would be the head chef and Mrs. Juana's skill.

Leo was very fond of the Bernstein family, which came through luxury to the critical line everywhere.

"Here you go, I will"

I reach for something that looked so delicious nearby - specifically, a steak of beef fillet and foie gras overlaid with colorful vegetables and caviar - and put it in my mouth.

…………

Leo felt the sound of a bell ringing all over his body and the light of blessing filled with tremendous momentum.

(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This is supposed to remind me of a moist, luxurious beef and golden harmony in my mouth with a mouthful of mature ladies dressed by a thick, luxurious liver by the sensual. It's supposed to be too luxurious and luxurious with the mischievous texture of luxurious chowshark eggs and the slight acidity of rich, luxurious oranges...!

Nevertheless, with his mouth, he tells it frankly.

"It's wonderful."

It was precisely an all-enclosed luxury dish that stimulated the five senses, including taste, and even the acquired sixth sense and sense of gold, with a golden aroma.

- Leo thought it might be the first time I've ever been so impressed with a meal.

The Bernstein family loosened their cheeks when they saw the girl mouthing the dish served deliciously, as she would be used to a completely elegant meal due to her intimacy with the royal family.

No matter how much financial power you have, what you're trying to do is come true.

From some sort of masochistic perception that there would just be a blur no matter how aristocratic the table was, I dared to prepare a luxurious menu by the time it was excessive, without at all stimulating such a merchant's unique and intimate complex - perhaps that's also what I figured out - that it was weirder not to like the girl who manipulates the fork in a delicious way.

and

"Oh, give Leonora some wine"

Oscar, who was eating next door, notices that what the girl is mouthing is a dish of intense flavor and signals to the servant.

(Oh, my God!

When Leo raised his gaze, but a strange thing happened.

A servant brought two bottles of wine for some reason.

Oscar frowned in frustration,

"- This way. This black label."

He instructed the servant sharply and gazed lightly at Hagel.

"Father, Leonora is a benefactor to our family. Will you stop doing this today or so?"

"Well, Oscar. I didn't know you could tell without tasting. This time we prepared a difficult question that was close in age and origin."

"... the colour, liquid colour and aroma of the bottle are close, but the paper quality of the label is different. Lowfelt would use paper mixed with cork on the label"

Hagel was happily raising his eyebrows, but as Leo, I can't see the conversation at all.

As I tilted my neck about what it meant, Mrs. Juana offered me a decoy and water decanter.

"Oh no, Oscar. Don't make such a stubborn voice in front of a customer. Here, water."

"... Will you stop pointing your mother at two subtle decanters, too? Bellevue's on the left."

Oscar pointed me out and put his hand on my cheek, "Oh, my God, I'd be unconscious..."

Well, and as Leo was blinking his eyes, Oscar had apologized with a rare, narrow-shouldered face.

"I'm sorry, Leonora. In my house, I have a little, no, rather odd habit--"

"What's odd, Oscar? It is the wisdom most needed by our merchants to always identify the truth."

With that word, which Hagel says back just a little bit annoyed, Leo finally got to the point, too.

"… always training to identify the real and fake, is it?

"- Oh. I'm ashamed, you're right."

There should have been two paintings and two pots everywhere by reason.

Convincing Leo approximate, the nodding Oscar seems awkward first. How embarrassing.

"The merchant takes the lead in people and buys something new, something unknown. It is my father's policy to always be genuine - and touch the fake at the same time - so that we can appreciate the true price at that time. So at home, decorations, meals, clothing, everything from trivial daily necessities, we have first-class items and imitations… I think it's enough because I only touch the real thing"

"With that, you won't know how great the real thing is. If you know what makes it real and what makes it fake, you can't stand for it."

"So if we don't do anything about it now on this occasion...!

Oscar groans in frustration.

The air strained quickly, but it was resolved by Oscar himself, who returned it to me.

"- I'm sorry. It's just so hard for you to keep having such a barren conversation."

"Yes, no! No. No!"

Barrens, etc.

I couldn't watch Oscar suddenly run out to masochism, and Leo followed me more than I needed to.

"Um, distinguishing between real and fake is great, I think. Me too, I want to apprentice!

"Oh, Mr. Leonora! Will you understand!

But it seems that the follow-ups all over me have made Hagel's chest hotter, not Oscar. When he stood up, he took Leo's hands in momentum.

"When you come with my sons at all, you're all trapped by the how-to of business and the theory on the desk of the economic book. It's lamentable. The most demanding thing for a merchant is the tireless guts that buy a good one for a good price and the eyesight that determines a good one!

Leo was still grumpy, but bought it for the price, and began to gleam from around.

"... I know how you feel"

"Oh, can you understand! The obsession with loss is difficult because some of this is already innate, but the power to identify the truthfulness depends on effort and training, with so much taste and talent. Sons - Oscar in particular, lamentably, is not very good at damage accounts. Anyway, he's a bummer who tends to prioritize emotions. So at least it's kind of about building up your appraisal skills."

Leo nodded loudly where he was a genius of loss obsession.

Sure, in order to live a lucrative life, you need an obsession with gold above all else, but you still don't succeed even if you're just feeling good.

The money-making mindset - Hagel's claim to train its "moves" resonated strongly in Leo's chest.

Somehow, the fat, just middle-aged man in front of me looks like a very great master. Leo stared at Hagel with so much thought that he wanted to be a disciple first.

"Nice, kind. I want it, too."

"Mr. Leonora..."

Hagel returned to me all the time to the girl who complained that she wanted her parents too.

Speaking of which, my son Oscar had heard that she had sent a tragic past. In the first place, from birth, the girl is a child that the noble courtier could have handled by night thieves. I want to know what "parent" or "kindness" is like, and if it's going to happen, I guess I want to get it.

"Leonora..."

Camilla and Juana, who were listening together, also had a strange face.

"Nah... then..."

Hagel coughs and continues to be afraid.

"If you don't mind, why don't you give Mr. Leonora a real try, too?

"Huh?"

Leo blinked his pussy and eyes.

"Hey, Dad -!"

"No, even if you were wrong, we wouldn't laugh at it. It's just, yes, Mr. Leonora feels like a member of our family, and I hope you enjoy the customs of this house."

Leo thought a little, then snorted.

"I'll do it"

It doesn't hurt to do it, simply because it sounds interesting.

Hagel was delighted that the girl, along with an adorable grin, had shown an understanding of the family's habits, pointing to the two knives, and began to explain otherwise.

"So let's start with the introductory part…. This knife, one made of Tanstedt, one also available in Lower Town, is just silver painted on tin. Which is..."

"This way."

Leo's answer was quick.

with the one in your hand up against Hagel,

"An expensive knife, in a handshake, is a cavity. There will be technology. This one's light, so this one's tan... tansh... expensive. It's unnatural to have fingerprints on it."

Explain it well.

Nothing. Leo didn't know a fancy cutlery workshop called Tanstedt, but he was familiar with the price list for a time when he had a silver polished part-time job.

"Dear Leonora, that's just great......!

Kai, who was quietly watching what happened, sighs unexpectedly.

"Thanks to Kai," Leo noticed, grinning toward Kai. His ambition to steal his silver polishing skills one day by lifting Kai up with his silver masters has not yet faded.

Meanwhile, Mr. Hagel changed the color of his eyes by letting the girl give a perfect answer that far exceeded expectations.

I realized that I had to come to this genuine trial as a competition for merchants, not as a hospitality.

- Juana, give me that.

"So, but, sir. That's a little..."

"No, it's rude to lose a hand against Mr. Leonora."

That's how the reluctant Lady Juana has been dominated by paintings, antiques, wine, steaks, concerts and a true trial set of a wide variety of contents - Leo was also frightened that a full orchestra emerged from across the wall.

"Come on, Mr. Leonora. This is where it comes from. I don't know the answer either. Me or you, which is really good, isn't it a battle?"

"Take it, I'll stand"

Thus, the rating-checking showdown opened between Hagel, a leading veteran merchant who continued to train his aesthetic eyes at the cutting edge of the era, and Leo, an indomitable money-keeper who had survived and drank cloudy in Lower Town.

"The gold paint used for the feather part of the Spirit is mixed with real gold and bronze. Here's Wristgal's brush."

"Correct."

"Wine, grapes, same flavor. But the soil is different. This soil, the unpaved road of Lower Town and the smell of the same soil. It's damp. Cheap is this way. So, uh, Yuvaik? wine, here."

"Shh, you're right!

The game is no longer entirely incandescent, apart from the Oscars and the children of the Bernstein family.

Surprisingly, Leo was eating up firmly to the battle in the form of discerning the cheaper rather than discerning the higher. The point is that anything that has a familiar taste or fragrance in your life is cheaper.

"The Neumar grill, which is hand-painted by artisans one by one, is prone to accumulation of dye in the fruit part of the pattern. This one, by contrast, is an unnaturally overly even embossed item, I suppose, mimicking that. Here's Neumar's soup dish."

"Exactly, you're right!

"Flesh, both soft. But the way fat disappears with your mouth, no. This one's tighter, okay - no, cheaper. So, Gooberk? Here's the cow."

"Wow, how do you know!?

If Hagel develops a wealth of knowledge and derives the right answers, the girl relies on a keen sense of five - in fact, due to the work of the sixth sense (Golden Sense) - that becomes fleshy.

Juana, the referee, was also watching over famous battles without being able to hide her excitement completely.

Without giving in both, the Bernstein family routine rating check was finally in its final stages, at that time.

"-And what the hell were you doing just now?

From the entrance to the dining room, a shocked voice hung.

Leo cuts up what he was trying to clear his ears toward the full orchestra, turning all the way around.

There stood a slight man with the same chestnut hair as Mrs. Juana and Camilla.

Skinny, tiny eyes - only that color is the same sweet blue as Oscar.

(Who?

As Leo tilted his neck with a dust, he frowned and groaned, as if Oscar were answering.

"Brother..."

Leo finally understands how Hagel described it as "sons" from earlier.

Apparently, the name of Bernstein's eldest son, not Oscar,

"Brother Franz, how come by now..."

Franz, they said.