The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

"Hey, hey. ― ― Elma

As Juliana and her servants, who were completely filled with hunger, dispersed and Elma cleared the cooking table with Irene's help, Georg said that he had finished cleaning first.

"Um... I'm sorry about yesterday..."

It's just unfamiliar in Ruden, with unfamiliar apologies, so it's completely out of tone.

But Elma moved her hand smoothly without worrying about it.

"No, I'm sorry for inadvertently disrupting the position of chef."

I answered indifferently.

"No, if you say so, I forgave the intrusion into my territory, I shouldn't. At that point, I should have known, and I should have scolded."

If Georg had mastered the kitchen, it would not have happened in the first place.

Instead of apologizing, I said I could use the kitchen as much as I wanted from now on, but Elma nodded satisfactorily when Georg declared "I'll tighten the kitchen from now on."

--I don't really know because of my glasses.

"I think it's great. Fraud is unlikely to happen in a well-coordinated workplace. This will reduce the risk of poisoning in the castle indefinitely."

"Ahh...?

Elma understood that her "unusual" behavior, which she sometimes (...) softened, placed a strain on Lucas' life and stomach.

If you owe the prince anything in this way, it would be very good.

I will return the favor I received.

Extremely straightforward and normal.

Elma was delighted with her true face.

Geolk is in trouble with Elma, who is already self-fulfilling.

I can't read this maid's thoughts.

I mean, if you think calmly, you can't catch up with what she does.

Speaking of which, recalling that she had not yet been able to comment on her overwhelming skill, Georg clumsily twisted his praise with his mouth full.

"Well... you did a wonderful job. Honestly, I'm impressed."

"I'm sorry to hear so much about your compliments."

"No, it's true. Even the sandwiches are doing well, and even more than that, the knife is oily... To be honest, I thought my mouth came off my chin many times. No, not since that giant tuna came out."

Prince Lucas praised Georg for his concentration, but in normal times he would have pulled himself out.

It was such an unusual sight.

"Where the hell did you get that technology?

"That technology...?

"So, huge tuna, catch, dismantle, fry, pinch. That's the technology. Absolutely... I thought you might have used the sacred power, or else the lost magic."

Holy power is the power that only the high priests of the church can exercise by divorcing the grace of God.

And magic is the power that only the demons who once spread misfortune on this continent have, and are said to have been lost with their destruction.

Magic is a favorite theme in the world of opera and novels, but nobody believes in such things in this age.

And Georg asked me, wondering if I'd been to school.

"Eh...?

Elma leaned her neck in trouble.

"Isn't watching the tuna grow and eventually catching and eating it one of the things you can see in any home?

"... is your house a fisherman or something?

"No, only tuna and kraken were the subject of food raising, so I thought it was fishermen."

Kraken!? The Kraken, who can't defeat a dozen teachers!?

Georg answers unexpectedly in his native language.

Even Irene, who was listening beside her, shouted alongside her, but she said to Elma, "Can't defeat...? As I saw the angle of the neck deepen, I thought, oh.

This stream says, "That's it."

"Kraken is a kind of octopus that can fish like an idiot every summer. I wonder... can Shabaab even hold Kraken? Even the chef?

………………………………… Yes?

The frightening chef opens his mouth.

He stuck his strange expression for about five seconds, but eventually resumed his stopped breathing and shook Elma's head in a slight mood.

"... I don't know, it's hard to understand Rouden's joke."

"Eh?"

Elma and Irene muttered.

But thanks to this, the spiritual peace between Georg and the royal castle seemed to have been preserved this day.