Tilea’s Worries

It's Car Chase's apprenticeship exam day.

It's been three months since Car Chase got here, and the moon is fast. Car Chase tried her best to change the color of her eyes since she failed her last exam. The pervert (Nielzen) also seemed happy to have a real job subordinate, not a first-time subordinate, a subordinate for playing in the Evil Gods Army. You worked harder than Car Chase.

The subject of the exam is stir-fried rice, just like last time. I can't make it well without knowing the basics of cooking. It seems to be an easy and difficult dish. So not with a burning blade. I want you to show me plain but solid foundational strength rather than showing me semi-subsidible, small-handed technology.

I know very little about Car Chase's instruction, because he left it to the pervert (Nielsen). How much more the basics of cooking.

I just know I worked hard early in the morning until late at night. Car Chase was cheerfully responding to the perverted (Nielsen) tempered voice like a true mentor and smiled.

The pervert (Nielsen) was like a ghost sergeant. I thought Car Chase would rebel against coaching a pervert (Nielsen) who was sweet on himself and harsh on others, but he seemed to have done well out of the blue.

From what I've heard, the pervert (Nielsen) started by getting Car Chase's strength first. Sounds like you were letting him do some muscle traps or something in the underground empire training room. Yeah, that's important, of course. Physical strength is mandatory in cooking. I think Car Chase is right to start there because she's vulnerable on top of her luxury. After that, I have the key culinary skills…

For once, a pervert (Nielsen) can impersonate a deacon without hesitation. I've been teaching basic iroha of cooking since I was in Berga, and I should be able to teach amateurs enough to do so.

Of course, that pervert (Nielsen). I had anxiety. I wanted to give you some advice. But, you know, perverts (Nielsen) don't grow forever if I'm out there.

That's why I was busy, but I stopped going to see how the two of them were because I was going to have a lot of mouth when I saw them. If Car Chase had half a serving, the pervert (Nielsen) would have directed half a serving, praying that they would incise each other.

I honestly didn't expect much, depending on that. Teachers are perverts. I would have thought about your writing if it would have grown to the extent that my amateur had hair.

But I dispelled your anxiety when Car Chase showed up in the kitchen.

Huh, you look good. That's the face that did something.

"Car Chase, I'm counting on you"

"Ha. Unfortunately not like me before. I'd like to show Lord Tyrea the results soon."

"Yeah, yeah, good luck with that"

This confident voice. I can count on it. I give instructions to make stir-fried rice quickly. Then Car Chase took the ingredients out of the fridge just saying she was waiting and placed them on the slab. Then, remove the knife from the shelf and mince it.

After cutting the ingredients, fry in a pan. After seasoning, it's done. Stir-fried rice somewhat placed on the table. It stands in a flashy hot air.

"How was it?

……

"Master Tyrea?

As if it's not growing...

What do you mean?

I have been training for three months and nothing has changed.

It's still the first exam. It was good to even hold a knife. But the way the ingredients are cut and seasoned is a mess. There is also no balance between harmonisation. I don't know the basics of cooking. That selfish move, a bunch of personal plays that ignore the cooking instructions. Do you know that if I cook, I serve it to customers?

Car Chase, I think I have some food for you. I have food for the guests who eat it.

Huh - you're not an amateur who doesn't know how to cook at all. I've been in training for three months and what have I learned?

By and large, what was the mentor doing to make such a selfish move?

Oh, well. I knew you would, didn't I?

I see the cause.

"Oh, uh, what are the results of the exam?

Car Chase asks worryingly. I guess I'm very anxious. You're not sure. Yeah, it's just as bad as you imagined. After three months of training, there has been no progress at all. Let's communicate the results clearly.

Well, Car Chase and I got a good look.

No, no, no. No matter how much you look at it like that, the result will remain the same. The professional world is tough.

Come on!? Car Chase is about to sue me. Poor girl sues desperately. I can't, I don't want to grieve such a childish girl.

Okay, okay. In the meantime, we need to find out why. Let's prioritize that over the results announcement.

"Ah, Car Chase, there's something I'd like to ask you before accepting or not"

"Yes, what is it?

"You know, can you tell me what you've been doing the last three months?

"Ha. Let's start with gravitational domination, and then..."

I'm getting a headache listening to you, Car Chase. When I heard the story, this, we were just playing, right? You may gain some strength, but what's that? I teach cooking in restaurant training. I thought you knew even if they didn't say so...

He's a pervert. For once, you've been an employee for over a year. Put on your job. You can't go ahead in the spirit of Nettle forever.

"Phew. Apparently, we've just been playing for the last three months."

"Oh, no..."

"Oh, it's not Car Chase's fault. Because it's Neil's fault I coached him."

"Dear Tyrea, I haven't trained in half the play. Please believe me. For the past three months, I have trained to die. Or maybe he died two or three times."

"You exaggerate. I mean, it sounds like you didn't really train yourself that way."

"It's true. I was desperate. I attacked him with my tongue, even if my hands and legs stopped moving, and there's more."

"Stop. What's a tongue?

"Yes. Here's the tongue on Master Nielzen's face... Pep."

Car Chase pells out that adorable tongue and it sticks out like a tight spot.

Yeah, definitely. It's a crime. There's no room for discretion. If you leave, it's 100 percent rope. Not only was Pervert (Nielsen) playing, but he was even acting perverted on Innocent Car Chase.

"Car Chase, that's enough"

I interrupt your story, Car Chase. I still didn't seem to talk enough, Car Chase, but enough, I'm hungry.

"Wait a minute. 'Cause I got a little errand to run."

When I hold the metal bat I left in the kitchen, I go straight down to the Underground Empire.

Come on, it's time to punish. I need to educate the pervert (Nielsen) exactly what happens if he jokes about the store business.