The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

The demon king, the maid, the saint, and the three-way trip went this way. Along the way, take a break to the side of the highway, and camp there.

You can stay in the post town, but this time it was a sneaking trip, it was troublesome if I could be called the Demon King.

That said, staying in the post town is good, but camping outdoors isn't bad either. Assuming a lodge, the horses have tents and cookware.

In other words, you can enjoy the cuisine of Eve, the best maid, even outdoors.

In fact, Eve brings abundant ingredients, not just cookware. Thick bacon of pigs from the Iberico region in the west. Pickles pickled with cucumber and carrot in sweet vinegar.

The bread was baked hard for a long time, but it was delicious that Eve baked it in the oven.

When praised, Eve humbles, "Your mouth is good."

"It's not flattery. That's evidence ..."

Sees a saint eating a dish made by Eve with the power of a fasting orphan. She grabbed the dish in her mouth by hand.

He reproves, saying, "I'm a daughter of a peasant, not good at knives and forks."

"This bacon egg is messy."

"It's poor. The eggs in our Ashtaroth Castle are fresh and famous. We buy them every morning from contract farmers in the suburbs."

"Since the inn uses old eggs, it is soft-boiled and cannot be burned.

With a smile, the mumbled St. Mary. Maid Eve looks happily at that.

She is a born maid and seems to love serving others and getting a smile from her service.

And she seems to want a replacement instead of a pretty belly character. On earth, where does this little body get so much food? Strangely enough, appetite is not a bad thing.

Assuming that she is a hundred-powered warrior who works as a spear for one hundred people, eating a dish for one hundred people does not win.

I thought so and gave my own bread. When Jeanne saw it, she was so impressed that the onomatopoeia "Jin" would look good. If she thinks she can do something with a piece of bread, she will explain.

"I was born out of a terrible peasant house. Often my brothers share bread. There's no concept of sharing bread, so I'm happy."

"I see. But, after serving King Charles VII of France, did he eat something good?"

"When I'm in town, but the majority are on the battlefield, so I'm only modest."

"It's difficult"

"I'm surprised since I came to the Demon King's Castle. I am surprised that delicious things come out every day. I can eat such delicious things while traveling."

"I'm a gourmet"

I used to study Japan.

The country has a taste of worker holic, but the food is delicious instead. In history, there are foods that are so delicious that no country has more gastronomy than that country.

I remember the food that I found during my research, "egg rice".

The food is simply cooked with cereals called rice, mixed with raw eggs and soy sauce.

As I mentioned a little earlier, raw eggs are hungry if they are fresh and poorly maintained.

At worst, you may die, but even if you trade in the risk, rice with egg is delicious.

Once I got the rice, I had Eve make it, but the egg-cooked rice I ate at that time was exquisite and exquisite.

She frowns when she tells Jeanne about it. After all, Westerners seem to have an aversion to raw eggs. Well, it's a strange story that I, a different world, is a “raw egg party”.

To make that a laugh, Eve said with a serious expression, "I guess my husband's previous life may have been Japanese."

Of course not, but it was the most compelling way to explain my extraordinary preference for Japan.

In conclusion, they enter the tent as they are. Sleep here. There was only one tent, so I slept in the shape of Sanningawa.

She couldn't sleep well when she was on both sides, but she was still tired of traveling.

I slept a few minutes later.

――In the middle of the night, Jeanne bites her arm, dreaming of eating food. Eve said, "I'm truly the master. It's amazing ..."

The next morning, she told them that they didn't remember anything.