The Unbound World’s “Normal” is Difficult

Kitchen is a battlefield.

Especially if it's a kitchen with a royal palace where hundreds of people have to eat at once.

Even that morning, in the spacious kitchen of the Royal Castle of Rouden, the sound of men shaking knives busily, the sound of frying pans, and the anger of the chef who put them together echoed.

"Hey, salad squad! Cut the tomatoes evenly! Stew squad, pepper, weak! Bakery, don't change the thickness! You bastards, get serious!

Yes!!

When Montaigne's chef Georg Flies the command in a single word of Ruden, the men respond with all their might, floating with sweat grains.

Meanwhile, fires whirled in the kiln, vegetables were scrubbed in the cooking stand, and plates were given to slip in the air, and the kitchen looked like a complete shura.

"Hey, we're running out of time! Seven bells, almost there! Hey, there! Don't weigh your dick, butter! There! The fire is weak!

Ya!

Phew......! So don't break the eggs with either hand! Damn, you're just two years old to start a whole mess!? Ahh!? Hey, don't cut your sausage, it won't cut without looking at it!

Whi!

At last, the cooks are making every effort to meet Georg, who has begun to speak his mother tongue.

They are always afraid of hungry servants waiting for the seven bells of breakfast.

However, at this moment, it is a prerequisite not to upset the chef Georg.

This chef, who cannot compromise in his duties, yells at people without any hesitation, because he is merciful.

Then, because of the rush, one of the cooks lowered the weighed butter from the scale and hit the floor.

"Hey, what are you doing?!

Hey!

This chef hates crude ingredients more than anything else.

In the meantime, unfortunately, the large container of butter had already been collected by the refill team and taken away to a warehouse away from here, so it could not be "sprinkled on the floor, yes, new soon".

As it stands, the taste of this morning's main dish, Geolk's Omelette, has changed dramatically.

The coarse cook faded.

"I'm sorry...!

It's over.

It's been three years since I got out of home. I have finished my hard work and finally touched the ingredients in the kitchen of the royal palace, but I'm sure today will be the last day.

No, I don't care.

He wholeheartedly loved and respected this demanding and honourable duty.

He respected the work of hundreds of people filling their tongues and stomachs and the chef who guided them.

And yet, I've obstructed it.

Because he's immature, he's always so responsible that his face twists.

but at that time,

"- Good morning."

A fluffy voice echoed to the kitchen, and he glanced back.

"Waiter, Elma. I heard that the kitchen was in a state of confusion while overstepping the rules, and I joined the auxiliary dagger."

An apron in a black dress that is a maid's uniform, thick glasses that play Asahi.

Long black hair is tightly tied to dumplings and stands with an emotionless expression - Elma.

"Elma!!

Everyone watched the arrival of the Goddess of War in the appearance of the glare maid with sparkling sunlight.

"Elma....! Elma, Elma! Mr. Elma, nnh!

"Thank you very much! Ugh! Help me... help me!

The cooks, who have already been saved many times by this maid, stretch out their arms in search of salvation without shame or audience.

Elma stepped into the kitchen with a smooth motion and greeted Georg first.

"Good morning, chef. Can I help you here again? This morning, you will see a truly magnificent dedication."

"Oh, I'm always sorry. Today, I was thinking of an omelet that had a reputation before... and maybe I'll change the writing around the eyeballs."

A little irritated by the appearance of outsiders, Geork frowned at the floor where the butter fell.

Elma followed it with her eyes and nodded one by one.

"But some of the eggs have already been broken. By the way, I'd rather vote for an omelet than an omelet. So..."

Let me help you a little.

The next moment she lifted the glasses bridge, it happened.

- Bwah!

There was a wind passing through the kitchen, and the eggs that were piling on the cooking table floated in space at once.

"Nh...!?

In fact, Elma threw the eggs simultaneously, but the movement was too fast to see the arm and no longer looked like a paranormal phenomenon.

Below Georg, the cooks around me got a little confused, but Elma said, "Ha! Shortly, I put my hand between the jumping eggs and slapped it! I shaken it to the left and right.

--Crunchy, Crunchy, Crunchy!

The egg that hits Elma's hand rushed against the next egg as if she had found her destiny mate.

The eggs, which held each other in hot hugs, cracked instantly and dropped their contents one by one.

Soon, Elma raised a giant bowl to catch it.

She shook a giant stick into a bowl that she didn't know how much it weighed.

- Gunn!

Lifted and started spinning like an umbrella!

"Nh... you think you should rotate the bowl instead of stirring it with a bubble!?

"I mean, where did that stick come from now!?

The audience and the transformed cooks stopped.

But Elma silenced it with remarkable concentration and finished stirring the eggs in just a few seconds.

In the glittering bowl, the yellow and white are already constantly mixed, showing a mellow and golden glow.

She handled it carefully on the cooking table and then secured the sausage and tomato from the next table.

And then...

─ Ha!

A flash of temper.

Like an egg, he threw the ingredients into the air, and sometime he rolled out a knife holding them like a saber in both hands, chopping them up.

--papapapapapapapapapapa!

Without the craziness of a single strand of hair, a homogeneously cut sausage jumps into the egg juice as the tomato returns to its mother's sea.

The yellow sea of life lightly accepted the return of the ingredients without a splash.

"An omelet with sausage and tomatoes....!

Eventually, Elma started pouring the egg liquid into a giant frying pan, and the surroundings who understood the truth breathed.

Fluffy roasted eggs are luxurious, but they are also accompanied by a sausage that the Ludens love.

Simply imagine the luxurious harmony that weaves the taste of meat and the sweetness of the juicy baked tomato, and it looks like it will already be salivated.

But Elma's actions were just ahead of her imagination.

I think she finally took out a half-moon object wrapped in cloth with a mysterious expression.

--Shh shh shh shh shh...!!

They rubbed it into an omelet that was cooking.

Snow falls on the egg drops.

The snow falls into a golden sea that traps the taste of meat and vegetables, melting the melting contours when touched with liquid.

"Cheese...!

"It's Arbelline beef and Maurice's cheese."

Elma replied calmly to someone's scream.

Eventually, when she sees the ingredients and eggs cooking, she winds them up with a dynamic hand without hesitation.

By the time I saw it, I was able to make a giant omelet.

"Chef. Please check it out."

Elma, who speaks the sequence well - and she has learned a lot about her hands - puts a knife in the finished omelet and gives it a slice to Georg.

As soon as it was cut, Geolk unconsciously rang his throat as he saw the golden cross section melting with the cheese.

It's not too sturdy, it's not too loose, it's the way of perfect fire.

Colorful looks are also appetizing, such as hot, colored tomatoes, yellow glossy eggs, and mixed cheese white and sausage brown.

After carefully checking and putting it in his mouth, Georg opened his eyes for a moment.

Salt and umami seeped from meat, sourness and sweetness spreading from tomatoes, and richness of cheese.

They all came together - the same, no, more than the lost butter.

(I see... did you cover the flavor of butter by adding the ingredients?)

And the bottom cook's cover.

"As always... brilliant. Sorry, just like every time."

With that overwhelming skill, Elma answered indifferently "No" when Geolk snapped at her impression that she was being assisted frequently.

"It's 'normal' to help people who are in trouble and who care for them on a daily basis."

…………

With a serious voice, Georg slightly touched the edge of his lips.

It wasn't because I felt disgusted with what she said.

No, not really.

"By the way, how about that, chef? This time, last time," Don't break the egg at atmospheric pressure! I used my scolded learning to cook properly with my hands and cooking utensils. "

…………

That's because I knew Elma would be pointing so much water at me with a flat gaze - no, I don't see much in my glasses.

"Ahh, hey...."

Georg unconsciously repositioned the cock cap.

It was quite difficult for him to get through this smoothly, even if he was quite used to being a woman in his country.

Yes, it is.

The other day, after Prince Lucas and the Geolux had been retained, Elma came to take the word that she was "normal".

The reason is simple.

Felix was disturbed and upset when he was trying to make a dynamic homecoming decision.

"You don't think you're doing your mother's job safely? You think you're" normal "?

and provoked her to decide to stay.

As always, she didn't really understand what was meant by "normal", and thought that she should be rated as "normal" by a certain number of people for the time being. After that, something tangled with the surroundings, this is how it approached.

"If this is enough, it's" normal ", right?

and.

"Ah...."

Georg lost his sight.

He also knows that Elma came from prison and apparently was told by her mother to "know what a normal girl is."

However, I didn't think that it meant "even if you are a demon, do it as a" normal "human being." He thought that it was a generic kind of instruction to "even if you are from prison, do it as a" normal "girl."

Even if you come from an affair, it's bullying to try to keep your parents' advice and be normal.

Besides, the Montagnards are on the side of the beauty. If she can, she'll do what she wants and say, "Oh, that's normal! I'd like you to say, Georg.

(... no, I can't just dump people like that...!

It was impossible for her to break hundreds of eggs with one fingertip and sift a knife like a martial arts act so much in front of her subordinates.

"Ah... no, I don't know... a little more than normal... but... quite abnormal...?

"Eh...?

"No... look, um... what, the way to break the eggs is a lot closer to 'normal', I think, but, um... the speed or something."

Beyond a single word, it is quite a bump because it is a careful choice of words.

…………

Geolk panicked to Elma, who had her face bent over with all her needless glasses.

I know now that we're getting closer.

This is not a sign of discomfort. She is in shock.

"Uh, no. Um...."

Why is that?

Why do you have to be so cold sweaty to praise people?

Even when I broke the plate in front of the royal aristocracy, the majestic Geork completely solidified.

"Ah, there it is! Elma!"

The kitchen door opened again and a soft voice jumped in.

Blonde hair with a little habit, green eyes like cats.

Elma's senior maid companion, Irene.

She walked into the kitchen without thinking about the stiff surroundings and glanced at the huge omelette that had been transferred to the cutting board.

"Well, what is this? Omelette? You made it, Elma?

"... yes. I heard that it was difficult to make breakfast today, so I thought I could help."

Elma was heartbroken and blurred, but Irene said, "Well!" and took a knife for tasting.

"Chef, may I ask for a poison star? That's good! I'll take it!"

Quick to say, throw a flick in. And instantly, "Nhhhh!" in agony.

"Delicious! Delicious! Elma! This is unusual delicious!

"... I'm sorry it's not normal..."

"Why are you apologizing? It's not normal, it's not special!

For a moment, Elma opens her eyes to the word "abnormal," not "special."

But Irene didn't realize it was hidden in her glasses, so she casually kept talking.

"So, Ehma. I'm counting on you to leave a message."

"... Irene, why don't you either eat or talk?"

I mean, I'm not tasting mollusks.

Hello, Irene with Omelette on her cheeks is coming in from both sides.

The hungry little devil swallowed the omelet in a hurry, and as he peered into his tongue, he dropped an innocent bomb from there.

"Come to the king as soon as possible. Your Majesty and His Majesty King Lucas' brother, not His Highness Felix, are waiting for you."

"----again?"

A call from the king at the top of the great power, Luden, and his brother.

On the other hand, to the extent that the slender gavel leaked, the convening was also her everyday sight.