The Economics of Prophecy

The residence of the Duke of Yeverg, the largest nobleman near the Wang capital, has a more exquisite image than a luxury. I am also convinced by the story that the Historical Master is a hobbyist. This is my second visit, but last time I was a worker at a welcoming party in Lisaberto. Naturally, I've never been around the front gate before.

In front of the front door stood two women guarded by a large number of servants and guardian knights. First princess and Duchess Brandine and her guests. It is the body that the alumni of the Royal College have come to visit. I don't even have to look at Mathier's expression, but this one's intent is to find out. Still, you should be happy to have another chance.

"I'm glad to officially invite you, Mr. Vinder. I have heard of you from His Royal Highness Prince Wang and Alfina and my aunt."

Brandine grins with her chestnut hair up. I also expected Alfina to treat me like a business cook who brought me a souvenir, but it doesn't seem to work. Well, I just have to keep going the last time because I can't get through there in the shadows.

"It's an extra word for you"

I answered without difficulty. That doesn't change the awkwardness. "I kicked your other brother out of the country, what do you think? There's no way I can ask.

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Mathier is silent.

"I heard that last ice cream was your arm, Vinder. I'm talking about cooking rare dishes no one has ever eaten today. I hope so."

Brandine lifts the hurdle as much as she thinks when she sees the flashy look on Mathier's face.

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We head to the dining room with Alfina and Maitille not talking a word. Naturally, I think Brandine, the host, should be with the two of us, but somehow she follows me into the kitchen.

The only person I'm with is an elderly lady with gray hair.

"My husband and I are very interested in you. Do something..."

Brandine smiles deeply.

"Yokan on French toast. And that ice cream. Because they're creating one dish after another that no one else knows."

"It's not my power. It's the occasional collaboration of college seniors and classmates. Especially when it comes to Anko, it was developed by Natalie..."

I buy time with filling development secrets. Looks like it caught Brandine's interest eating ice cream at Leezaberto's welcome party. Thanks to this, I was able to digest much of the long corridor. All right, I cut through.

"With that said, Alfina has the role of a witch princess until after thirty, but what do you think of that?

Locally, Brandine asked abruptly when she arrived at the entrance to the kitchen, behind the dining room where the Alfinas headed.

"I don't know what you mean...... As I said to His Excellency the Prime Minister, the situation where the importance of anticipating disaster depends on one human being is disturbing to me as a coward."

"So you want to free Alfina from the role of a witch princess as soon as possible. I wonder what we'll do after that."

"I thought that was up to Master Alfina's will. That's right. We want to do everything we can to make Alfina's wishes come true, beyond the fear of being close to us as alumni."

It would be a perfect response. Literally, he is a civilian loyal to the royal family. Brandine also smiles.

"Alfina is happy with a friend you can count on. Well, I'm sure your Majesty would be relieved if your wishes were true."

Brandine said satisfactorily. Where did the king come from?

"Come on, here it is. He is Gallips, our cook who has served his predecessors. I'll let you help me today, Vinder."

A man standing alone in the kitchen silently thanked him. When you become a cook at the Duke's Mansion, you are a chef class at a three-star restaurant in your previous life. You won't like this when it comes to your workplace, but you don't give it a look at all. No, I have a scare in my eyes looking at me for some reason, but why not?

"... Then you'll start cooking. Uh, Mr. Gallips. Best regards,"

Seeing Brandine head for the dining room, I set a big pot on fire. Open the cloth you brought. What's inside is the noodles I made up until I had muscle aches for today. From tips to cutting the dough, I managed to complete it thanks to the help of Prla as well.

"If the ingredients you were asking for..."

"Here it is"

Gallips brought a wooden tray from the cooking table. With a dash. More like this, I thought I could see it with my nagging eyes. Well, don't you have any trouble being cooperative? I guess I was burning my hands at Mayteer's meal.

It has plenty of garlic, chili, and mushrooms and shimeji on it. A pot of olive oil is also available next to the tray.

I hold the knife in front of the mushroom................ My gaze hurts watching me from the side. When I started moving the knife, the cook's hand moved with a touch. Oh, I see. You can't watch amateur art, can you?

"Can I leave it to you to cut mushrooms?

The ingredients quickly changed shape beautifully by the chef showing off his knife judgment incomparable with mine. I check the pan with boiling water and hang the frying pan on the side of it. I guess I should leave the cooking to you too, but let's have a look at this. It's a simple dish with few elements to fail.

Pull plenty of olive oil where the frying pan is heated. Then add the chopped garlic and fry. When the aroma of garlic develops, add the chili pepper and fry the mushrooms that have been finely chopped in the flavored oil. Finally, arrange bacon on the edge of the frying pan.

Place the noodles in the pan. The chef takes a moment on the green noodles, but he doesn't complain. Count in your mind forty seconds. It's raw, so it's going to boil right up. All you have to do is put these two together. Attention is enough to add salt to the boiled juice to be served in the frying pan.

"Done."

I made sure the olive oil was cloudy and I lowered the frying pan.

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Lord Ricardo, please take your seats.

I tried to carry a plate with the caterer, and Brandine would stop me. I have no choice but to sit next to the designated Alfina.

When the samurai who asked for a meal takes a silver crochet, the smell of garlic spreads to the table.

But the sight seems more problematic than the sense of smell. I can see that Mayteel and Brandine gave it a little bit of a green object. Yeah, well, it doesn't look like much, does it? There should have been scattered nicknames like "Pasta of the Poor" or "Pasta of Despair" in previous life, just with chopped mushrooms and bacon scattered on green noodles. The colour is green.

"I say color and shape. It's a dish I've never eaten. … I wonder if this green is that cup of tea from the scent."

Next to Brandine, Mathier also looks at the plate. It shouldn't be a disgusting scent, but you're not expecting much.

"I don't know how to eat it."

"Yes, enjoy tangled in a fork like this"

I twirl when I plug the fork into the noodle. And carry it to your mouth. Yeah, the smell of garlic, chili, and olive oil invites saliva. It's an abusive and vivid combination. And a flavor that can be described as a clutter of noodles that accepts its strong flavor.

Unlike the original Peperoncino made with pasta, it tastes great. Speaking of greed, I wonder if you want soy sauce to the extent of its hidden flavour.

"Oil with garlic and chili flavors is the sauce, isn't it? It fits this thin food that smells like tea even though it's simple. It's a little rough, but it tastes appetizing."

Brandine said. The expression looks emotional. You think I've engineered it to encourage Mathier's appetite.

"I thought about it when I was ice cream, but it smells really strange. I'm totally liking it."

Alfina said she had me hang out with her tasting a few times. All right, the two of you don't have a bad rating. Now, the key target is….

Mathier sighs small "ha". The amount that you can often wrap up just a little like that can be lifted with a fork. I carefully avoid mushrooms and bacon. And I opened my mouth with no expression. Where the thin jaw moved slowly a few times, the mouth movement stopped. Well, I wonder if you'll notice. For the power of the noodles that support this vibrant fragrance combination.

"... Could it be soba?

The oil dyeing the open lips is a little smooth as surprise. Do you have this combination? Maybe the surprise is the same as me when I ate this at a creative Japanese restaurant in my previous life.

The staple foods I prepared for Maite are Peperoncino with tea soba and tea soba. A collaboration of Japanese and Western miracles. I still remember the shock being reborn.

"Correct. 80% of the soba noodles and 20% of the flour are boiled after finely slicing them into pieces."

It's just made in a limited area of the north in the kingdom. I would have had a hard time getting it without Senior Rosston.

"Well, is soba that soba, it does have a clutter. Yeah, this tastes funny."

Brandine sees Mayteel moving the fork vigorously.

"That's right. I even fed my husband. I'd like to use it for a party. Is it possible to have it delivered?"

"Thank you. The Belmini Chamber of Commerce and the Rosston Chamber of Commerce that you asked about the other day will be joining you."

"I look forward to revealing this. It's a dish no one's ever eaten before."

Brandine apparently intends to use this for the party as well. It would also be an excuse to serve soba noodles at the Duke's residence, but seeing his naughty eyes shine, he looks genuinely amused.

Thank you so much. I welcome the increased demand for matcha tea, because there is still limited production.

While we're talking, Mathier's fork keeps moving. It's about two-thirds of a serving in quantity, so the plates were emptied in no time.

Alfina and Brandine look relieved. I put my chest down, too.

The meal is over and Alfina is talking to Brandine. Mathier came to me, waiting for me away.

"... I really don't know anything about you. I didn't know there was such a way to eat soba.... sounds like a dish not even in the kingdom."

Seen with an exploratory eye. Hometown cuisine from previous life, and it's an extremely special category.

"The ingredients are also smoked meat. Mushrooms without habits. Sounds like you've given me a lot of thought."

Mathier looks away a little bad, but looks straight at this one right away.

"... it was delicious. I may have started eating so much when I came to Wang Du."

"Good. Yeah, I know it's harder to sleep than bread. If there's a problem, tell me."

I added just in case. Soba is a fine staple, most of the calories are sugar. Even when it comes to high dietary fiber, I'm not comfortable with it compared to eating salad first. Think of it as a mushroom.

And if there seems to be a problem, I need to think about doing some more proper research. Even wearing a perverted stigma.

"... I'm afraid of something."

"No, ha. If you don't get a strong drowsiness, that's it..."

"That's suspicious.... but I didn't expect to bring anything so far.... you've had a hard time."

Mathier asks, staring me in the eye.

"That's all His Highness needs."

I answered softly.

"Honest is fine."

Mathier laughed. I have a smile that can be described as grandeur. Because it's after being shown weak, or the businesslike attitude looks appealing. The girl is made of cowardice. I beat too much soba and my muscle pain shoulders are much lighter.

"If research doesn't go on, it's gonna be another dream to build a city near the Blood Mountains."

Because of the invasion of the Empire, the prospective departure is also a good place. I need you to stick together.

"I wonder if that's all..."

"What's that all about?

Mathier saw Alfina talking to Brandine.

"For that girl, right?"

"As it is, well, so is that...... Because it's an important partner."

"Well, it looks like I took care of you unwillingly this time. Fine. I don't want to talk about magic in the first place. I'll live up to your expectations."

"I trust you on that"

"Is it true?"

"Oh, that's why I concentrated on cooking today. The researcher said if His Royal Highness Mathilde got back on track, he could handle it."

Whether she wasn't feeling well or dissatisfied with me, Mathilde continued to take her research seriously.

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"What's up? Oh, well, now you're expecting..."

I'm in a hurry for Maitille, who lay silent and lay down her face. Did knowledge sound like the only statement I was looking for again?

"... that's true, I'm sure I'm stuck in research. I wonder if you have any ideas."

Maityle suddenly changed the subject when she shook her head left and right twice. No, that's why I'm talking about having to rely on Mayteel...

"Honestly, you're doing great, but if there's one thing I can think of, it's that castle bug. The Warcraft was dividing slight differences in the wavelengths of its veins. That means you have a mechanism for that."

"Castle Bug..."

"No, it's just an idea. I know it's not that simple."

I waved in a panic to Mathilde. The sensors in the organism are super sensitive. Even in previous life, no comparable optical sensor could be made to the retina of an organism. A nanoscale molecular machine is not an easy thing for a human being.

But Mathilde ignores my words and thinks. And raise your face with momentum.

"... because I was able to do what I had to look into. Now if you'll excuse me."

"Huh? Ah, hey."

When Mathier says so, he sews between Alfina and Brandine to the stairs. The gaze of the two men turned to me, but all I could do was turn my hands up.

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"Alfina, and Lord Vinder. I thank you again. Thanks for your help this time."

Brandine bows her head to me and Alfina, who quit the Duke's mansion.

"That strange food, Chasova, please."

"Yes, I'll keep it pretty good if you dry it. Just because it's food with habits. You can't serve it every meal like bread."

I don't think I could have been dissatisfied with the flavor either, but much of that culinary appreciation should have been accounted for by the rarity. In the first place, you may not get tired of eating regular soba noodles once every two days, but you quickly get tired of tea soba, a changing sphere.

"The meat is smoked and the vegetables seem less resistant to mushrooms"

That's what I added. I didn't actually intend on this, it's simply the result of an attempt to bring it closer to the previous life.

"I see. It's behind you to say something good at all. I'll tell my husband what you're doing this time."

"To His Excellency the Duke? Is that...?

He's supposed to be in charge of diplomacy with the Empire.

I see you kept Mayteel with that. Wow, looks like they tried something on this one, too.

"Though there is also that. Well, I'm just like His Royal Highness, Vinder."

I mentioned that Brandine was even more scared. And watch Alfina.

"So good luck, Alfina"

"... Yes. Earlier Ricardo sees His Royal Highness Maitir -"

"Wait, Ricardo!

Voices echoed from above to block Alfina's words. Mayteel with a bunch of paper comes down the stairs.

"Deliver this to Noel. This way to Meer."

"Ah, oh. Is this...?

"New ideas. Yeah, I can't wait for the next one. Yeah, well, don't forget ice cream. This time, it's a promise."

Mathier gets up. It's been about two hours since you ate. Apparently, you're gonna be okay. I'm relieved by the redness of Maityle's cheeks as I bind the paper I was given to push.

"Good luck, Alfina. The future of the kingdom depends."

"Yes......"

The royal sister-in-law is talking about something serious. I wonder why it feels disturbing somewhere when the problem has been solved because of it.