The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Where did you get that stuff?!"

Giant tuna. Besides, it's a whole bottle.

Estimated weight, for five large men.

It is no longer a legendary size, as skilled fishermen can take care of in total discharge.

The eyes were black, the tears remained tight, and the body surface had a wet glow.

Fresh.

"I was off duty yesterday, so I went fishing off the coast. I was quick to eat it, but I apologize for the slight delay in coming here as a result of a five-hour fatal battle to catch it because of its weight."

"Elma... you..."

They all lose their words because of the rampage that blows their assumptions out of the atmosphere.

But Juliana's smooth cheeks seemed upset.

There's a lot of stuff going on.

Lucas wanted to tell her mother.

The silent maid prepares indifferently, approaching the heavily paced surroundings.

Around that time, she made a dull noise and rolled the tuna onto the cooking table. Then she picked up the hem of the maid's clothes and lowered her head.

"Elma the Maid. Even though I am arrogant, I would like to borrow the breast of Georges Ramadier chef to make a sincere and sincere product. May the noble speak to you."

"Ki, allow me. I'm counting on your loyalty and skill...!

"... make safety your top priority"

Lucas' words seeped with truth.

(I'm not kidding....)

George, who was watching the series of interactions, was just a little dazed.

(Having been a cook for 30 years, I've never seen such a giant tuna.... but I see. As long as the fish is fresh, it will be "umee" even if it is served as it is. I thought about it.)

In Rouden and Montaigne, fish are not sashimi, but dishes like marinade and carpaccio with vinegar and oil are preferred. It would be delicious just to grill lightly and shake the salt.

As big as that, even if you fail in the wholesale method, you can start over as much as you want, and it's also quite an impactful performance to try to use only the parts that are ultimately good from that giant.

(... I'll do it.)

But I won't lose against this one.

I'm not good at fighting for power, but I remember.

It is not Date who has roared food and the nobles of the prestigious Montaigne monarch.

George fixed his cock cap, got his temper up, and started cooking.

Suitable for early summer, it is a chilled potato soup (Viscosoise).

Speaking of potatoes, Luden's national food.

I was going to show them the essence of Montaigne's culinary culture.

Stir-fry the two kinds of onions that you are familiar with in advance with plenty of butter and throw in the evenly sliced potatoes.

Heating method to bring out the sweetness of the material without burning, secret bouillon carefully enriched with chicken and flavoured vegetables, the finest sherry liquor to add to the hidden taste.

All of this is the best technology and taste that can be realized because I have been trained in Montaigne.

The gallery took a breath of freshness and a faintly drifting appetite.

- For a while.

"Martin wears your brown vest. And then the guard with the brand-new bra. Yes, it's you. Could you avoid it a little more to the right? It's dangerous."

People voiced confusion at the mysterious command coming from the left cooking hall.

In addition, there is a long distance between the cooking area and the audience seat.

Surprised, swallowed by the mysterious force exerted by the maid, it happened as soon as they moved.

Now, let's dismantle it.

- Fuck!

The next moment Elma pushed up the bridge of her glasses and put up a large-blade knife - no longer a sword - a great wind broke out!

"Haah!

The wind disturbed the women's clothes, vigorously lengthened the men's hair, and some broke the cobblestones.

Behind Elma, the water of the fountain, which was supposed to stretch straight towards the sky, collapsed as if it had been cut by a sword.

Just a moment late, wow! In exchange for the water falling, the surroundings calmed down.

"Hmm... what happened...?

I thought I heard the sound of Bishh!, but Elma's knife was too fast to even know if it was the sound of the blade or the wind roaring.

However, while saying "dismantle", the tuna lay in front of Elma with its head and torso connected.

People leaked a bewildered murmur.

"Hey, Lucas? Did Elma just wake the wind? The fish look intact."

"No, it's probably too sharp to realize that the tuna was cut."

What is that!

Very upset, Juliana's mother tongue popped out of her mouth.

But Lucas seemed right, and after a moment,

--Gula.....

As if the tuna had remembered the flow of time, it would collapse in shape.

At the next blinking moment, the tuna was split into the head and torso, bones, viscera and flesh, and beautifully aligned in a block.

What is this!

Juliana's cry was strangely meant to represent the hearts of all the people present.

But Elma's momentum does not stop.

She blended flour, milk, oil and salt in a huge bowl, and kneaded it together in an eye-catching early shift, turning it into bread one after the other.

It's so fast, spa dad! The balls of bread popping out looked like bullets popping out of the barrel one after the other.

In addition, the cabbage was chopped up at an unavoidable speed, and the salt and lemon were shaken to make it firm, then the hard bread was shredded into fine breadcrumbs.

When objects are shredded in an instant, it's not like "rubbing", but "Ju...! Humanity learned that the sound resonates.

Next, cut the tuna meat into large pieces, salt and pepper, and sprinkle with flour and egg drops.

The people finally understood when they saw a giant pot that they suspected was a hell of a pot and heated the oil one by one.

Tuna Fries!

With a swing of my arm, I throw in a large amount of tuna, and while I'm frying, Elma is busy crushing the eggs and adding them to a white sauce made of eggs and vinegar.

At the same time, a large quantity of bread and sweets were baked on a rolled iron plate.

"What is that? It's pretty flat for bread."

"That's Nan. I read in a book that it's a kind of bread that is eaten extensively in the southern continent."

Lucas' monologue is picked up by Juliana, who is familiar with the story.

Only Gerda and Irene, who had stayed close, noticed that the conversation was like a dazzling conversation, and both of them lay down quietly.

While doing so, the tuna flies up.

I wondered if it would be fried from oil, but at the same time, it seemed that the nan had been baked.

If you prioritize one, the other will burn in the meantime.

Now, what do we do?

It is no longer cooking.

With the feeling of watching the game or something, nearly a hundred people who were there took a breath.

But the maid with glasses also moved unexpectedly here.

Fly back in one hand and grab the saber in the other - the saber! - and quietly cross it in front of your chest as you lean forward.

The next moment.

─ Ha!

Together with her groaning voice, she turned around.

The wind is blowing.

A black maid's clothes and a white apron leave a trail.

At the same time, the sharply fried tuna danced to the sky so that it could be played back by the fry.

"I bounced up at the same time!?"

The gallery stopped working.

Beyond that gaze, the perfectly calculated weights and trajectories of Fly and Nan were beautifully aligned in a row somewhere in the air.

Right there.

- Fuck!

"I slit the fries and the nan all at once....!

The saber roared and circled, and cut all the floating objects in half.

Eating, instant, slashing.

It's too vivid.

Moreover, the girl quickly threw the fryback and instead grabbed the big spoon, shredding the chopped cabbage and "throwing it" at the falling nan.

Clumps of cabbage knocked at an incredible speed break open the cross section of the nan in a bag under wind pressure.

It was as if I had found a place to live in, but I behaved myself and settled in Nan.

In addition, the fly, where the girl struck the saber like a bat, jumped in after it.

"Stupid...!

In an instant, fries and chopped cabbage nan sandwiches are molded.

Only Lucas, who had excellent motor vision, understood the process and shocked his throat.

Out-of-standard force.

Too vivid a dagger.

The ability to throw without even controlling a single strand of hair.

It is reminiscent of the legendary Mad Warrior (Berserk) who once destroyed thousands of troops by himself.

--I want this girl.

Lucas roared unintentionally as he lay himself in the Knights and led them at times.

For the first time, I crave women from a professional perspective, not from a sexual perspective.

Looking at the excitement and heat of the surroundings, Elma hit the tartar sauce "bullets" as soon as the nansand fell.

--papapapapapapapapapapapapa!

When she made a unique noise and confirmed that the tartar sauce had fitted in the middle of the nansand, she quickly spread out the clean cloth and now accepted the sand that fell all at once.

Damn it...

Finally, place the sandwiches on the pantry in silence as if the previous onslaught had been a lie.

"--It's done."

In front of the other hot sandwiches, the maid told her as she pushed up the bridge of the glasses.

"Ohh..."

Someone snorts his throat.

He has too bright an arm.

It looks really good.

And it's obviously about a hundred people.

The galleries who had been paying attention to the abnormal cooking process of the girl were surprised.

Could this be...

This amount of food is meant for the noble.

"Former Queen Juliana and Prince Lucas. And for all of you who are here. --Please, enjoy one by one."

"Uh-oh!

As soon as Elma bowed, the servants shouted their fists together.