Tilea’s Worries

Right now, I'm taking care of Car Chase. I can't leave it to Ol anymore, even though I'm a landlord. Because it causes trouble all the time.

A few days ago, Car Chase didn't like to serve, and she stood around with the perverts (Nielsen), giving them away. At that time, he was beaten by a pervert (Nielsen) and was injured, so he immediately summoned the Evil Gods to a major search. Eventually, Tim, who was the first to look for him, found him and brought him back. Tim healed me with healing magic for your injury himself, Car Chase. I'm so glad you didn't take care of yourself.

I just couldn't bring him back. I was wary of rumbling and escaping again, but Car Chase is quiet like the cat she borrowed. I wonder how Tim preached to you that you stained your bones.

And Car Chase's stay in King's Capital was going to be long, so I tried to contact her parents. But Car Chase told me, "I have no parents". Yeah, I tried to reflect that I'd heard hard things, but when I heard more, he died fifty years ago. Hey, then how old are you now! About eighty?

I thought I'd preach to you with such an unfaithful lie, but I realize.

Why would Car Chase lie like this so badly?

I came to a conclusion that I had been thinking about for a while.

... Probably a parenting waiver. Her parents must be typical parents who only have to give money. Car Chase didn't face the kids at work or work when she wanted them to. I also know that Car Chase lies about having no parents. So he wanted the affection of his parents, he wanted someone to put it on him, and he got bad and he was rambling, and he was thieving on his rich ass.

It's the same reason why you're so bad in every world.

All right, all right. If that's the case, why don't I replace Car Chase? Having made up my mind, I put Car Chase by my side at four or six o'clock and worried about the conversation. He snorted at conversations where he had no other love while eating and shopping together, and deepened his intimacy. I just couldn't talk to you while you were at work, but it was interesting to see how I cook. I want you to know the joy of working.

Even now, Car Chase is staring at me cooking.

Car Chase, it's hard to work like this, but it's nice for customers to be happy with the food they make.

See the look on Car Chase's face. Oh, you're still looking at me with interest. If you're that interested, I'll show you my professional moves.

I twirl the knife and chop the cabbage at an unstoppable speed.

Car Chase has a surprise look on her face. And then, if you were on track and showing him a bunch of cooking moves,

"Dear Tyrea, please make me your man!

Car Chase is begging me. Rubbed his head to the ground, it is a perfect subsoil.

"Are you serious?

"Ha. I want to change who I've been. Yes, I met someone I could believe. It's about you."

Apparently, Car Chase was impressed with how sincere I was in getting to work. Right. I'm a rich lady, but I need part-time experience.

"Car Chase, I'm impressed. Well, let's get you to work a little."

"Ha. Thank you. Happy! I will do my best to work for you."

"Yeah, yeah, you're in a good mood. I hope so."

"What a waste of words… and so on"

"What?

"Yes. I wish I could be a disciple of Lord Tyrea while I'm at it."

"An apprentice..."

"Yes. I fell in love with Dear Tyrea's God-like skill. I'd like you to teach me some of the magic tricks."

Divine moves...... I guess I showed too much cooking moves in a bit of a condition. Because I showed some pretty acrobatic moves like cutting green onions fast dust and returning omelette frying pans. Car Chase begs with her eyes sparkling.

"Um, it's good to work at the store. But, you know, apprenticeships don't answer instantly."

If you are a disciple, you must convey the taste of the secret. You can't just be motivated. I need a culinary talent that can inherit its flavour.

Like me!

Beh, I'm not opposed to discipleship in lineage. Belm's store is not a one-child handover. My father told me the same thing. I wasn't spoiled because I was a daughter. He trained for years since he was a little girl, and he found me motivated and talented, and he finally taught me the flavor my father had created.

"Again, can't you..."

"This isn't all about motivation. You need some talent. Besides, it's a little tough to teach amateurs from scratch..."

"For once, I also have a professional track record. I have confidence in my arms."

"Really? You're an amateur."

"Yes, I do expose myself to ugliness in front of Lord Tyrea. Again, so it's only natural that you think so. But I was still one of the best in the family."

Hmm. I don't think he was exposing himself to that ugliness and cooking very well. On the contrary, it looks like he didn't labor much to look at that mess. It's just that Car Chase is a girl, even though she's rich. Maybe I can't deny the possibility that I was cooking.

"Well, let me show you some skill."

"Please. I won't expose myself to ugliness anymore. I'll show you what I mean."

Car Chase is motivated. A wave of temper, like a slayer in the war, has become infectious. Maybe you can expect a little of this. Could you possibly be my successor in a place like this?

"Then try to make fried rice."

"Huh? What now?

Car Chase has replied with a loose face between them. He didn't listen to me properly.

Are you okay? The exam's already started. We need to focus properly.

"I made you a fried rice."

I recited it louder and clearer than earlier. But Car Chase looks like she doesn't know what it means yet.

What if you don't know fried rice? That doesn't even make sense as a cook.

"You, of course, know fried rice, right? I'm just telling you to make it."

"Yes. Stir-fried food that comes out of the dish, so... right! Does that mean puppet a Mongolian king named Cha Haan and create an evil regime?

Apparently, Fried Rice knows... you're kidding me about this, right? You're forcing the Mongolians too far from my word!

"Are you kidding me? When you say fried rice, it's decided to cook fried rice. If you don't take this seriously, I'm gonna end this story."

"Also, I'm sorry. But why do you have to make stir-fried rice?

Phew, you showed your horse leg. Stir-fried rice is the best way to see the art of stir-frying, which is the basis of cooking. I mean, a guy who can't even make some decent stir-fried rice is disqualified as a cook. Anyone who has a little bit of cooking to do this should know.

"Car Chase, shall I tell you how you feel?

"Yes, sir"

"I have to make stir-fried rice because I need to see my skill. If you look at your skill, you think you should do something else."

"You're right. If it's an exam, take a look at a bunch of the big moves I've knitted over my lifetime. I think it's a trick for Tyrean glasses."

"Huh - it doesn't make sense to look at your little tip technology. The guy who can't even cook stir-fried rice has no basics. Let's start with your basics."

"Oh, no... I don't think you know what I'm capable of just making stir-fried rice"

"Stop. I'm just listening to your words. If you're a pro, oh, this guy's a toshiro, I'd think."

"Huh!? Really?

"Really? From a professional point of view. You're disqualified at a time when you're giving these answers."

Car Chase is flattered by my words. But for a while he showed some sort of thought, and then he showed a convincing face. Did you see what I was saying?

"I see, you make stir-fried rice and look at your skill, right?

"That's why you're saying it. Still don't get it?

"No. I see what Master Tyrea is saying. I have heard it before from Lady Camilla and Lady Nielzen. He said he was training by helping out with the store. So you're going to be measuring my prowess this time by making stir-fried rice, which is my job at the store."

"Exactly. It's just that I really want to know your level."

"Okay. Okay, I'll make some stir-fried rice."

"Yeah, get started"

"Ha. First, suppress magic. Huh!"

When Car Chase crosses her arms and Jen royally, she absurds her voice. I have an understanding of Sick Two, but I'm going to vet the food. I'll be tough as a professional cook.

"Uh, you want that to go away."

"And say?

"No, I just seem to be kidding. It's more or less about cooking, but the setup is like, 'Huh! You don't have to roar."

"Also, I'm sorry. In my immaturity, the status quo is full of this way. I want to be able to do it naturally sooner or later."

Yeah, I want you to do it naturally if you want to cook. If you want to calm your mind, a deep breath will suffice. But it would be a relaxing way for Car Chase to relax, whose big move is medium two diseases. I know I'm nervous because it's a test. I also understand that the two diseases are diseases that do not heal quickly. I can't help it. I'll make a reduction, but I'll take a big look at you.

"You can't help it. Originally, the exam is canceled immediately... well, fine. In the meantime, I'll judge you for that self-proclaimed professional skill"

"Ha. Take a look."

"Car Chase, you said you were a professional in front of a pro. I'm going to scrutinize you, son."

"Ha. It's also a pleasure to be a professional in front of Lord Tyrea... I'll do my best"

You have a voice so small that you can't hear it at the end. That's right. Because it's embarrassing for an amateur to professionally proclaim in front of a professional.

My prediction is that Car Chase's cooking career will be about as good as being sifted by family and friends at best. Well, just to be clear, it's home-cooked.

And with a nervous face, Car Chase started cooking.

First, let's look at the handiwork. Car Chase takes the ingredients out of the fridge. Ingredients for stir-fried rice include rice, eggs, bacon, green onions, salt, soy sauce, and oil. Car Chase collects eggs, bacon, leeks, rice and hands-on. I guess the first gate is clear. If you don't know the ingredients for stir-fried rice, you're out of the question as a cook.

Next, Car Chase removes the knife from the shelf and grips it. Place the ingredients on the slab and mince them. From a professional cook, I can more or less tell at what level the blade is handled in one way. Car Chase handles her blades pretty well. I have no fear of blades, and I know how to use force.

"Car Chase, you're looking pretty good. Were you gripping the knife?

"Right. I'm more or less familiar with weapons. In particular, knives have been used regularly at work for some time since I was young, so I can apply them."

I see. Put aside your weapon mastery. You can do a little. However, you're an amateur how to cut ingredients. I don't know how to cut it. It's just finely cut. Then as a cook, I can't give you a point yet.

Next, Car Chase sautés the cut ingredients in a large pan. This is an important occasion for making stir-fried rice. In order to fly excess oil and to paralyse the rice, the way the pan is shaken means something. If you don't shake the pan wide and let the rice grains rise in the air, you can't make paralyzed stir-fried rice.

When you look at it, Car Chase's way of shaking the pot is normal. I fry them normally. I'm not saying it's bad, but this hasn't crossed the boundaries of amateurs.

Hmm. It was still acceptable around holding the knife, but amateur crunchiness exploded from around the time I added seasoning, seasoned the flavor, put ingredients in the pan, and started putting it through the fire.

What should I do? I don't even have to try this. Shall we stop the exam already...

But looking at Car Chase's serious expression, I can't call it off. In the meantime, let me make it right to the end.

And...

"Dear Tyrea, it's done. What do you think?

View the stir-fried rice placed on the table. As for the food, well, normal. But it doesn't shine like it deserves to be my apprentice. It's not a level where you can take money and give it to your customers.

"Huh, I don't even have to eat it. You really know that, too."

"Yes, no, refreshing...... oh, can't you be that apprentice?

Car Chase still looks like she's going to cry. This is hard to say no to. For the first time ever, a defective child is trying to work properly. As a sister, I want to celebrate your exit.

I guess I'd rather let Car Chase train you first than say no here. Car Chase is promising. I'll let you go through the downloading first, and I'll test you later.

If so, will you hire him as a pervert (Nielsen)? Perverts (Nielsen) have also been doing business in recent times. Now you might want to take one stage and let them coach you.

"Car Chase. Wait a minute."

I call the pervert (Nielsen) in the Underground Empire. The pervert (Nielsen) gets my call and when he shows up with a dash, he drops his head on one knee.

"Neil, all of a sudden, because I'm going to make this kid your man. Take good care of yourself."

"Ha. Dear Tyrea, I have just ordered you. I will definitely raise my car chase to be a soldier in public."

The two diseases in this guy are still unhealed. In the meantime, let's stab the nail.

"I know your personality, but I'll keep it in mind. Teaching Car Chase to do her job properly. It will be your job to coach your people as well as your shop's work so far."

"Ha. It's a place where you risk your life to encourage it."

"Great. Well, Car Chase, for now, I'll hire you for a probation period of three months. Brush your arms under Neil first. I'll test you again when I raise my arm. Because if it works, I'll make you my apprentice."

"Are you serious!

"Hey, what a jealous guy!

Car Chase is screaming joyfully, and the pervert (Nielzen) is also screaming as he seeps through his remorse. You're the ones who like the festivities.

Seeing it this way, I think these two have something in common.

Are these guys really going to be okay? I don't know what you're ordering, but I'm scared it's going to be a pretty obsessive combination.

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Three days have passed since the death escape play. Car Chase asks himself.

Source baseball, Aldrain, Demonic Instant Fist...... I used the family's depths sparingly and even the Prohibition method, but it was full of temporary escape. Evil god, no, before the great power of Lord Tyrea, it was equal to our power and other dew, and it was overthrown by the absence of complete skin.

Our clan lost. It is a total defeat. It's just that I tried everything out, and I lost. There is no remorse for being killed.

At present, I am placed under the surveillance of Master Tyrea.

My amputation has not yet been decided. Will he be executed, or will he be returned to his magical slavery again? In my battle with Master Camilla, I unfortunately passed out without a single blow. Master Camilla seems to have been able to praise the Devil's Instant Fist, which is deep justice, but prediction is unacceptable.

I don't like slaves. I want to be executed as a warrior.

At least, I would harm myself if I were to be a slave for the rest of my life under an idiot executive named Ortizio. When I was a magical slave, I tasted a humiliation that was hard to brush. How much he swung around with his thoughts!

I don't want to be a slave under the idiot. Even if you become a slave, I prefer the direct reports of Master Tyrea or Master Camilla.

Knowing or not my thoughts, Master Tyrea only repeats the chatter with me at hand but without any other love. I want to be subordinate. I think they keep me on hand because they don't have much and like me...

It's a snake's state of life. It's an honor to have you exchange words, but I don't know what to tell you these days.

Earlier, Tyrea asked about my parents.

Interested in me!?

We talked about the situation at the time because we thought it would be a chance to get it handed down. It was decades ago, but everything I remember. I told him about the prohibition to reveal to the Lord alone, the many requests I made jointly with my father, and the circumstances behind it...

Master Tyrea only looked sinister.

The Evil Gods Army is an emerging army. Obtaining information should be difficult. I thought I'd be treasured if it was a few decades old backwards circumstance anyway these days, but I left it empty. What the hell is the information that will please Lord Tyrea? I don't know. It would be easier if they told me to kill the king of some country.

Ugh, what does Master Tyrea want me to do?

Still, I am a professional killer who has worked in the back family business for years. I have arms, and I'm familiar with the information on that path. I think I can help as a subordinate. And yet, at all, you show no interest in me.

Lord Tyrea is only silent about his hobby, cooking.

Well, I'm a fugitive slave. I don't rush to achieve my purpose. This is where we need to gather information. Explore Lord Tyrea's thoughts, preferences, and what he wants from his men. And I want you to acknowledge my worth, even if it is not.

I observe Tirrea-sama cooking. Master Tyrea is handy. There is no waste in the process of removing ingredients from this dish and finishing the dish. I'm not into cooking, but I know many people who are called first-rate cooks. Compared to such a professional cook, Master Tyrea's skill is no worse. I can't fly two heads just because of my imagination.

That's Lady Tyrea. Your hobby, cooking, is beyond your hobby level. Competent people are top notch no matter what they do.

Then, Master Tyrea keeps cooking to get up.

It feels good to watch what leading people do in any field. If at some point I had been drawn to cooking for Master Tyrea, the signs of Master Tyrea had changed. When Tirrea turns the knife around, she chops the ingredients at an unusual speed.

And I can't see it.

Hey, what a knife judgment...

I can't even catch my eye. Fast. Too fast. I can grab the released arrows with my bare hands and even discern the type of arrows I can't capture with my moving vision.

Good and fast. The restaurant Belm is bribed by Tirrea alone, but she snorts. With this, it doesn't matter if there are a few more customers.

A chopped pile of cabbage.

Master Tyrea has a face like Doya.

Should I applaud you?

Honorable...... no, this much is before breakfast for Master Tyrea. To this extent it is disrespectful to praise. Then again, Lady Tyrea showed her acrobatic cooking moves one after the other. All of which is fast. Fast and craftsman.

My heart had been moved since I saw the Great Arts, like a god named Heaven and Earth Demon Too. I want to work for you.

Yeah, I made up my mind. You can take care of it. There's plenty to be thick in the runaway slave's minute, but let's bump this thought.

"Dear Tyrea, please make me your man!

I rub my head against the ground and sit down.

"Are you serious?

Lord Tyrea asked me that with suspicious eyes. It is only natural that the present will ever be suspect. But I want you to believe me. I worship you with all my heart.

I just overflowed with passion, bumped my mind length.

Then Lord Tyrea nodded and promised me that he would subordinate me. What a surprise, I'll tell you. After all, Master Tyrea makes me a favorite. All right, this is the time. I'm sorry, but let me ask you something about discipleship.

I reluctantly tried to hope for apprenticeships, but I didn't get an immediate answer. However, you will be given an exam for apprenticeship. I'll never get this chance again. I'll do it. Let any difficulty be done. He also infiltrates a robust prison with a tenacious guard, and even if told to hunt down the bounty neck known as the Unable to Arrest and Tie (Unchained), he will do so.

Imagine the subject from Master Tyrea, burning a fighting spirit,

"Then try to make fried rice."

"Huh? What now?

I accidentally listened back with a missing voice between them. I doubted my ear, but again, it didn't seem like I heard it wrong because Master Tyrea recited it.

The directive…

Make fried rice.

What do you mean, fried rice? Is that some kind of hidden language? It is not in the common cryptographic language of the world. State secrets codes? What country? Kingdom of Alkudas or the Manafint Union? None of them. That is, almost all national cryptographic codes are meant to be covered. None of that. So, like the Evil God Army's own code? Then I can't hit my hand because I don't know the code of the Evil Gods Army.

No, would you test such inside information...

If I am confused by Mr Tirrea's directive, Mr Tirrea is even more cautious. She seemed to ask me if I knew anything that simple, and I almost asked if it was stir-fried rice.

That's not true. What's his name?

I feel like there was a man named Cha Haan in the fourth duke of Mongolia. I've just tried to say I've derived the right answer, but I've been reprimanded.

The correct answer really seems to be cooking stir-fried rice.

Stir-fried rice? Why stir-fried rice?

When I'm raising my doubts, Master Tyrea gives me the look she gave me.

Bad. I am discouraged.

I spin my head desperately. And after a while of thinking,

Ha!? What do you mean, curb the magic and make it!

I managed to guide the right answer.

Yes, Master Tyrea was always cooked with his magic held in. Master Tyrea's magic adjustments are so natural. Master Nielzen said. He said that training at the store was more difficult than anything else. You think even Master Nielzen initially flipped a big pot? I also tried to hold back full of magic to try, but I was finally able to walk. Indeed, it takes a lot of skill to move around quickly with so much magic held down.

Understanding the spirit, I seized the magic in as much as I could cook and began cooking. Fortunately, I know how to make stir-fried rice. I happen to have a job infiltrating a restaurant and I learned a few dishes. Use the experience of that time.

And it's done.

What do you think...

For once, I was able to cook with my magic curtailed to near the limit. I think it worked pretty well.

"Dear Tyrea, it's done. What do you think?

Place the stir-fried rice made on the table. Cooking would be pretty normal. I'm not sure about the flavoring. But the movement should have been good. Because I was able to complete the dish with my magic curtailed.

"Hmm."

Master Tyrea is distressed.

Damn. No...

I could only contain my magic to about a third. Maybe we won't be talking about it unless we keep it under a thousand magic powers at least. I'm going to be annoyed by anxiety, but Dear Tyrea,

"Car Chase. Wait a minute."

So he went down to the Underground Empire. Then he summoned Lady Nielsen and ordered him to give him guidance.

The results of the test failed, but were put on hold with retest.

Phew - I couldn't be Lord Tyrea's apprentice, but I can be coached directly by Mr. Nielzen. First of all, your word.

I wondered what would happen for a while, but I've decided to recruit him to the Evil Gods Army, albeit tentatively, and I can get him to retest me. All I have to do is show my strength around me. First, ask Master Nielzen to acknowledge it.