𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
While drinking juice, I had a casual chat with Maurice.
Because Maurice was so sick in the head earlier to the point of being incomprehensible, I sat a bit farther away than usual.
Maurice didn’t say anything and just watched my actions intently.
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“You’re quite skilled.”
“I make it every day.”
“What’s your specialty dish?”
“Uh. . . what could it be.”
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Being asked that, I can’t immediately think of something I’m skilled at. Both my family and the lord knights have enjoyed whatever I made.
It wasn’t something unusual like ramen, but rather the well-received meaty, caloric. . . hmm.
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“Isn’t it curry?”
“It’s not decided that this dish is curry. Once you taste it and assert that it’s curry, then I’ll say my specialty is curry.”
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Slowly finishing my juice, I start on the next curry.
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The one I made earlier is a cross between authentic home-made curry and restaurant-style curry. Authentic ones are delicious, but what I’m most familiar with is home-made curry.
Authentic dishes can be eaten when dining out, but the ideal home-made curry is hard to find.
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In other words, as a Japanese, curry is a familiar dish, and that’s why I’m so particular about it!
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I like curry with lots of onions and chunky ingredients! A moderate amount of potatoes, with fried vegetables is the best! Any meat is delicious, but well-stewed is preferable!
And what I can’t compromise on is the rice. . .! Once I was excited to find cheap rice, cooked it at home, and was so disappointed by its taste that I was down for a week.
How high the quality of rice I used to eat in my previous life was. . .!
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The Fourth Knight Order had a variety of good rice, which I was allowed to eat as part of my meals. It was delicious. I ate it more often than bread.
Sweet and sticky rice is indeed the best. . .!
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“So, next, I’ll make a curry that tastes a bit different. This one will be cooked until all the vegetables have dissolved.”
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I plan to change the taste a bit by adding demi-glace sauce to this one. Also, just in case, I’ve decided to make a Hayashi rice that looks similar.
I’ll have them all tasted and ask which one they would call curry.
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Since there are only two stoves in the stall, I have nothing to do while the dishes are simmering. There’s nothing in particular to do.
I’d ask Maurice something, but I’m not good at that. It would seem suspicious.
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So, both of us are just staring blankly at the pot. What’s this all about.
Other than when I stir the pot and dissolve the vegetables, time just passes by.
Usually, I’m consulted by Maurice about Marie Ange, so this is what happens when Maurice says nothing.
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“. . .Do you think there’s a next life?”
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A small voice dropped, melting away with the scent of curry.
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“There is.”
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Because I, who have experienced a previous life, exist.
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“Definitely?”
“Absolutely. But, there seem to be people who can’t go to the next life, right? Isn’t it normal to forget everything about the previous life when you’re reborn?”
“. . .You sound quite confident.”
“Because, if there were previous and next lives, everyone would talk about it more casually, wouldn’t they? Since they don’t, I think it’s because there are no memories.”
“Not that. You believe in the next life wholeheartedly.”
“Wouldn’t it be more romantic if there were?”
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Perhaps in the next life, we might meet Roa-sama and the others again. Just thinking about it somehow makes me happy.
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“. . .Romantic, isn’t it? Yeah, it is.”
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Maurice fell silent, and I passed the time occasionally stirring the curry and checking on it.
The first batch of curry was ready, and I began making Hayashi rice on the now-free burner. Everything was finished two hours later.
It’s been three hours since Maurice left the lab. I’m relieved that I managed to buy at least the minimum amount of time necessary.
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“Darn it! When the curry was served, what did you eat it with?! Bread? Or was it rice?”
“It was flatbread.”
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Naan, that is!
I can’t make naan. . . Because my curry always goes with rice! That’s one thing I wouldn’t compromise on!
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“Well, we can’t do anything about what we don’t have. Please try eating with the drink I’m about to make.”
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I’m making lassi. It’s simple and delicious, and even without curry, lassi is delightful.
I fill a glass with plenty of ice and insert a straw.
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“Ah, we can’t expand the table, can we?”
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I brought a foldable table for the stall, but there’s no space to spread it out in this empty lot.
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“Maybe we should let the table spill out onto the path a little.”
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It’s probably easier to capture something outside the stall than inside, right?
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