Tilea’s Worries

Rosetta Pratoline feels it.

Betrayal, jealousy, rhetoric...

Why do so many people burn obsession with pulling someone else's leg? I don't know what it's like to envy someone else. But I don't. I don't deny it, and you can try to improve yourself with that kind of mind for food. But many try to kick their opponents down and show themselves up relative.

Not beautiful. Not beautiful. How ugly the world is!

Rosetta Pratoline, a gastronomic adventurer for the daughter of millionaire Rosetta Stru. Make a name for yourself as a gastronomer and adventurer at your age seventeen. Including the discovery of Gachare, a must-have portable meal for adventurers, such as reaching Bareia and creating Mantisca, we need to name just a few. She's a genius girl who threw a stone at the food revolution.

But behind that glorious background is a shadow. Now it was she who was in immovable position as a trace of the Rosetta family, but the journey was on Tsu's path. He is one of the nation's leading bourgeoisie, the Rosetta family, who also has a great influence on national politics. It was clear that the race would be a battle to wash blood with blood.

Pratoline had several brothers and sisters, no, she was there (...). Beauty, talent and excellence Pratoline was one of those brothers and sisters who jumped through.

Stur, his father, drowned with such pratrine in his eyes. This daughter deserves the trace of my Rosetta family...... His father Str certified Platrine as his next successor and placed him above Platrine's brother and sister.

Naturally, my brothers and sisters, who I thought were my successors, are not silent. I was subjected to numerous harassment. It would still be better if someone came directly to speak ill or violence. There were even those who approached under the guise of sweet words and sneaked into the back or set up assassinations. He must have died at a young age without the protection of his father Stol.

Growing up in such an environment, Pratoline gradually eroded her mind. As it was, there would have been a ruthless outrageous prince with no emotions whatsoever.

But when Pratrine is nine, a turning point comes.

Pratoline had sought guidance from prestigious teachers of all genres since she was certified her next successor. It was an authority in magic, a martial arts professional, and a royal embrace scholar who completed imperial studies.

And......

He invited a cook whose father Str called in worried that his daughter would be poisoned, a teacher who would teach him to identify poisons so that they would not be poisoned.

Hehe, now that I think about it, he was a pretty unusual guy.

He treats me normally, the heir of the Rosetta family, without flattery or nagging me. It's hot everywhere, even though it's neat and cooking. You looked just like Mr. Tyrea in that sense.

At the time, my diet was just a nutritional supplement. One of the tasks you need to live. That's all.

but......

"Wow, it's delicious. I can't believe the cold dishes tasted so good..."

Cooled dishes after poison sight. I always felt nothing and put it in my mouth mechanically. And yet, the words came out. I couldn't help but say it was delicious.

"Lady, cooking is not just something you should eat. If you're not impressed there, it's just 'food'"

"What does that mean?

"Your daughter used to look at paintings and sculptures. Yeah, it's touching."

"Mmm! I'm not that much of a child. It doesn't matter."

"Ha, I thought you were a finned lady because you were always musty, but I was reviewing some of them as childish."

"I'm not complimenting you."

"I'm complimenting you. Look, it's only human privilege to be touched. What are you gonna do without polishing that! Lady, you can't just be trapped in paintings and sculptures, you just have to look into something else. The world will spread."

"I don't know. Paintings and sculptures do not betray. You can only see its beauty."

"My lady, beautiful things abound everywhere. As I said earlier, even meals do. It's just 'food' if you're not impressed. But with your hands there, what people spend creates inspiration. That's exactly what" gastronomy "means."

"It's beautiful (...) food..."

"It's beautiful (...) food. Your daughter was impressed with the dish, wasn't she?

"Yes, I was unconscious..."

"Ha, you're not being honest."

"Mmm, I remember that flavor. No more unconsciousness."

"Don't worry, young lady. I'll teach you how to identify poison thoroughly. If I push my heartbeat, I'll be able to eat some warm food. Then you'll be unconscious again."

"Oh, can you eat warm food?

"Oh, if your daughter works hard, it's not a cold dish, 'cause I'm gonna feed you my real dish."

It was a shock, though disguised as calm. I thought the world was overflowing with things that were not beautiful. At least I wanted to be beautiful because I was very careful with my language.

But beautiful things existed close to eating. No, I knew I could grab something beautiful on my own.

This weird cook's training in identifying poisons only led me to spend so much time on culinary, gastronomic excellence.

Training with him was tough, but it was more than that that we were to let Platrine have a full day.

And instantly it became the test day for the assignment.

"The poison in this soup is' Puazon '. The poison painted on the abyss of this plate is' Peneno '. And all the dishes are wired with the poison powder of" Eat. "

"Brilliant. Could it be distinguished from the slightest precipitation to the poison of 'Puazon'? As long as we can identify the tasteless, odorless' puazon ', it won't be the first to be poisoned."

"It's crap. And what is this soup made of?"

"Ha, your father's request was poison identification."

"Hehe, I've done my assignment. After that, it only absorbs greed."

"I know how hard your daughter works. I promise. I'll eat my real food."

"It's okay! So, but the poisonous viewer..."

"I'll tell your father from me. It's impossible to poison your daughter. That's my word for an S-rank cook. Father agrees. Besides, I'm strictly telling you that it's always better to feed your health with all the cold dishes."

Blink, but be gentle. I'm sure this man was unhappy that I was always eating grumpy meals. So......

"I'm looking forward to it. So, but this is goodbye already, right? This is the last of your dishes with you..."

"Oh, that concludes the assignment. I'm going on another gastronomic journey."

"Oh, yeah. But I still have so much to tell you. I'm not alone..."

"Your daughter has talent. And most importantly, I have a heart that impresses me with something beautiful. You don't have to tell me. I can make it my own."

"Is it..."

"Oh, my God, you're not even weak in the pattern. What happened to your usual confidence?

"Come on, I'm not feeling weak. And, of course. There's nothing I can't do."

"Ha, you've become the usual lady. That's your daughter."

I laugh uncontrollably when I say that. How far have you eaten people at all? Then you know you care about me. This man's words and deeds dazzled me everywhere, and made me desolate. My feelings for that one swelling day by day, but I can't do anything.

And because of his young age, the day of parting came with all that emotion.

"I have been helped by thee. That is no exaggeration to say that it has changed your life. I'd like to thank you for something, but I have nothing of my own right now. The money belongs to your father too..."

"Lady, it was a short time, but I enjoyed my life with you. There is no end to pursuing gastronomy. Well, if you're thankful, when your daughter's on her own, now you can share your inspiration with me."

He was my pace from start to finish. And the last dish behaved like that one was touching. I've never eaten before. No, I don't know if I can continue to eat... it was a great dish.

Fine, you won't lose!

I'll catch up with that dish as a gastronomic adventurer, too, and let it overtake me. And I will surely impress you with my dishes!

Years after that it was a furious day. As a trace of the Rosetta family, as an adventurer of gastronomy, Pratoline continued to move forward.

As always, it was an ugly world of constant betrayal and strife, but the discovery of new ingredients and the search for delicacies kept impressing me.

Also, while there are many disappointments in meeting people, there are two things that have touched me in recent years. One is to meet Master Remilia, who became captain of the security forces. I think that person's proud and beautiful way of life is worth it.

And the other touching......

Restaurant Belm. Tyrea, the owner of the store, looks silly, but most of it applies. Except when it comes to cooking skills. The same level of technology as me, but also to my imagination, winds my tongue. I've never praised it in my mouth, but I couldn't hide my surprise that there are so many people the same age who are so proficient in cooking.

Such a Tilea loves her sister, and she always boasts that she is enrolled in the School of Magic. I grew up unrelated to brotherly and sisterly love, and it made me feel fresh. I was purely pleased to find family love unrelated to jealousy, envy or kicking.

At one point, a heartless guest who was coming to the restaurant, Belm, gave Mr. Tyrea a wild run. My sister is a talented girl at the School of Magic. It made a difference, but it was a mistake... I was exposed to cursing rumors that stimulated inferiority.

I didn't like it. I liked her talking proudly about her sister.

I was shocked by words that inspired inferiority. Maybe Mr. Tyrea has feelings like my brother or sister...

I don't want to see it. I couldn't wait to hear words filled with jealousy from her.

But......

"Right! Right! Yes, it is. Tim, unlike me, is amazing. I didn't give birth to him, but he called me a hawk. You know quite well."

I was worried. The irony didn't even make sense to Mr. Tyrea.

Flashy.

I wondered why I could think of my sister so purely. Even if it's not as disturbing as a nobleman's house, there must be a dispute between the sisters, even among the common people.

Especially, on the one hand, she is a talented woman of the School of Magic. I think I had something to compare to myself. Aren't you worried that you seem to be less than your sister...?

I couldn't help but ask Mr Tyrea.

Mr. Tyrea answered, even though he was a Kyoton.

"Lady, what are you talking about? Could it be," There's no such thing as a better sister than a sister! 'Are you under the weave? That's a comic book - just a story of creation. In fact, my sister wants her sister to grow up. Not below Tim. This sister-in-law thing, I don't know. Ha-ha-ha, now, lady, you're an only child, aren't you?

I have a headache. Are you sure you understand? Mr. Tyrea speaks freely like he never even thought about it.

You really didn't think about jealousy or hatred?

I will explain clearly, blurring what has happened to me.

"Be. In short, is your daughter telling you that Tim is going to get confused and forget about me?

"Yeah, that's all right now."

"Well, even I have a sister's face, and Tim may feel great and lonely. But I can't do it anymore."

"What is it?

"Tim, I've seen it since I was a little girl." Sister, sister "is what you're following. It's so cute and cute... so I can't hate Tim no matter how much he changes, and I'll forgive him for doing anything to me."

Then, Mr. Tyrea spoke of Mr. Tim in a very, very loving way. Mr. Tyrea may have just spoken normally.

But... every word of it felt so beautiful to me when I lived in a world of conspiracy swirling.

Well, then you argued with Mr. Tyrea every time you met him. You're an idiot and a pedophile, and I'm so touched, but I don't know how it feels, and I hate that uncontrolled smile.

I was always harassed because I seemed to make something of myself. And you finally messed it up.

Mr. Tyrea, shelter the Demons in some cases...

You know what I mean? You're already one of the felons.

If it was meant to be, the Demonic Crusade must be notified where it should be and dealt with. But then you're gonna lose this idiot, but you're gonna lose even her sweet.

I won't bother to lose one of the few beautiful places in this ugly world. I don't know what that demon tribe did to Mr. Tyrea. I don't even want to know. However, I will not allow the Demons to tarnish this beautiful place!

"Dear Pratrine, we are ready"

"Well, then, I'll go in when I signal."

"" Ha. "

Dozens of elite people in black surround the restaurant "Belm". A thousand things, the assassination squad we have. Specialize in secret manipulations, traps and assassinations against forces that are literally hostile to the Rosetta family. Only Father Ston, the Lord, and Pratrine, the Trail, can command this unit. Exactly the dark part of the Rosetta family.

I can't officially deliver this case because of your stupid friend. Then I'll have to use my back hand.

Vampires, Mr. Tyrea cannot deceive me if he can deceive me. Here, I'll put on a pair at once.