Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

The material produced by Vice Commander Wolter was pretty good.

The person who has been described as the simplified version has summarized the essential points in an easy-to-understand manner, and if you want to dig deeper, the transcribed person is described in detail. A kind design that allows you to see only the necessary parts in detail. How convenient. How easy to see.

The processing capacity of Vice Commander Wolter is incomplete.

Even if it wasn't for me, the village information I had asked Captain Lieber to find out was probably helped by Vice Commander Wolter.

I was immersed simply because it was interesting as a reading material, but I have noticed after reading some stories. But that is not something to discuss here now. It is a matter that should be brought back and consulted with Leonhardt.

"Wolter"

"Yes"

Vice Commander Wolter looked up at me from the paper he was looking at and looked at me. If you think a few hours ago, the response is so soft that it is impossible.

I think it's probably because of the slight change in awareness among Vice Commander Wolter rather than that my favorability has risen. In my opinion, he is quite shy. In other words, as a result of being upgraded from "Others of Red" to "Comrades with the same hobby", they may have been a little gentler.

"Is it okay to borrow this material overnight?"

"I don't mind. It doesn't take a few hours to read, and you can read it during your stay here."

When I asked him at the source, he got a really fat answer.

I think from the point of view of the volume, it was assumed from the beginning.

"I'll bring it to my room later."

"No, there is no reason to do that."

"It's not a lot of hassle, and it's not the amount you can hold with your thin arms in the first place.

Deputy commander Wolter cuts his words and looks for his bosom. I checked the smoked silver pocket watch and looked up.

"It's time for lunch. Let's go to the cafeteria."

I was told that I was hungry.

The outside of the window was as rough as ever, and it was difficult to tell the passage of time, but I was not focused on it because I was concentrated more than that.

I nodded, I stood, and followed Wolter.

On the first day, it was prepared in a separate room, and after that I was dining outside, so this was the first time I was in the fortress canteen. How fun are you?

I was concerned about my daughter, my daughter, and told me that I would prepare meals in a separate room during my stay at the fort, but I refused.

I don't want to take extra effort. In the first place, I'm out of the ordinary daughter's scrutiny. I'm used to eating in the crowd.

The cafeteria heading to Ukiuki was very lively.

I was convinced that there were so many people, but I looked at the frowning side of Vice Commander Wolter next to me and changed my mind.

He wrinkles deeply in his eyebrows and asks, "What's wrong?" Although it was not raised, the clear voice passed well. The shoulders of those who turned their backs shook violently.

"Wow, deputy captain!"

As soon as he saw Vice Commander Wolter, everyone straightened his back.

"I'm sorry. Sorry ..."

"Apologies are fine. Pascal platoon leader."

Block the man in front of me from apologizing.

"Hah"

"Report briefly"

"In a village where a living chef went to buy it, he was being stopped, so he was a member of the corps and was turning meals ..."

"We've been notified of the ban, but we should have said briefly."

"I'm sorry! The lunch was fucking unpleasant because the only ones who were currently available were not good at cooking .... It's a very unique finish!"

I see, the point was that "Lunch is really bad!"

I'm sorry to have been looking forward to rice.

"It seems that there were many people who were extremely busy in the situation where they could not go outside due to a snowstorm."

With a grumpy face, Vice Commander Wolter said, Pascal's captain, who turned his face even more blue, bowed deeply.

"... I was rushed to receive guidance from Orseuin. I'm sorry!"

Looking down at Captain Pascal's whirlpools, Vice Commander Wolter exhales a sigh.

"It's okay. It's because of my licking popularity. Is there anything more your daughter can eat?"

The eyes of the knights on the spot move to me next to Vice Commander Wolter. I was laughing because I couldn't stand the spotlight. I was distracted by tremendous momentum. terrible.

"A little fruit and bread."

The second sigh leaked from the well-shaped lips.

Vice Commander Wolter turns to me.

"Mary. Sorry, do you have time. I'll make it now."

`` Vice captain !? ''

"Please stop! Do you want to break the gastrointestinal tract of your pretty daughter!"

"That's one hundred times better if you eat that shit!"

"What do you mean?"

Your surrounding knights, not me, reject Wolter's offer.

Vice Commander Wolter, with a sad look, seems to be a type of unaware Meshimas. Same with Klaus.

"that"

When I raised my hand gently, my gaze came back to me.

"If it's good, let's make it."

I stood in the kitchen, tied the string of the borrowed apron, and turned my arms around.

First I decided to look at the dishes that failed.

A simple vegetable soup was made with a large pot. Is it difficult to fail with this?

"The vegetables are boiled. And they are salty."

The person who explained while holding the lid of the large pot was a person who was called Captain Pascal. Three white eyes of the same color as hard red hair. A little strong, but the voice is gentle.

"So that's it"

It tastes salty when you taste it in a small dish.

While adding water may be an ant, it doesn't matter that the flavor of the vegetables fades.

After thinking a bit, I turned to the Pascal platoon leader.

"Do you have butter, flour and milk?"

Put the pot on fire while he's ready to give you the puzzle. The butter that was handed was melted with heat, and flour was sprinkled around where it began to foam.

Mix slowly with a wooden spatula while watching the distance between the pot and the fire so as not to burn. Wait for it to get used to it and remove it from the fire.

"What are you making?"

"Well ..."

When you look up, Pascal Platoon looks at me with a strange expression. And just behind him, a lot of knights, including Vice Commander Wolter, were watching my movements at the entrance to the kitchen.

If you were to explain the dishes to all of them, I could fail this time. I struggled with a bitter smile.

"... I'm secret."

As soon as I said, a strange voice came up. I could hear a scream.

What do you say, "Please say it again!" What service is required, I am. You're guilty, you guys.

To be honest, I was scared to see the big men covering their faces with both hands and writhing with Gunegne. It feels like a female teacher who was assigned to a boys' school. It is a rare animal rather than a mote.

When I leaked a dry laugh, I heard a painful sound. It seems that the instruction of Wolter was given. Good, do more.

Add milk little by little to the mixture of flour and butter.

Repeat the process of mixing and adding a little milk over and over again. Put it on fire again and stop trying to add salt and pepper.

Speaking of which, the soup was already salty.

Make the amount of salt fairly small and mix for a while ... OK! White sauce is ready.

Fry chicken and onion appropriately and put it in the failed soup that has been re-boiled. Add white sauce and mix with a little milk.

Finally, adjust the taste and finish.

The cream stew is completed.

"delicious……!!"

"Such a delicious thing even in the dining room of the royal city, hey!"

"I want to eat about five more cups."

"I'm sorry! I've been told I'm a cup!"

"Be quiet! Poor!"

A high school boy eating happily and happily ... Not a knight, but his mother ... Vice Captain Walter scolds him.

"I'm just sorry to have the guests cook the dishes, or to show me this ridiculous situation."

"No. I couldn't make much."

I shook my head at Vice Commander Wolter, who apologizes with a strange face.

Actually, only simple things are made.

"That's not the case. I wondered if I was seeing magic. Instead of making it, it turned the failed soup into a delicious dish."

Magic is exaggerated.

I just made a little remake. The dish that failed was a vegetable soup.

Well, let's eat.

Like a stew on the plate, Leonhardt, who seems to have finished his training, came. Surrounded by a large number of knights, he looks at me standing in the kitchen and curls his eyes.

What is he doing? Really, what are you doing, I ...