𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟎: 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
I slip through the morning routine.
I enter the classroom.
Good, as expected, there’s nothing.
I sit next to Robin, but Robin’s face is completely haggard.
Indeed, that potion shop lady was something.
But it shouldn’t have been enough to exhaust all of Robin’s youthful energy.
Looking closely, the Misoccus guys are also worn out and lack spirit.
These guys. . . How much did they indulge last night!!
I attend the class, which was about water magic this time,
Water has a wide range, but this time it was the beginner’s magic, Water Ball.
There’s also a touch of Water Hammer and Water Cutter.
Why is it so inefficient?
I wonder, but I don’t speak.
The bell rings. It’s noon.
“Hey, Otto, let’s go for lunch!!”
Alex shouts.
“Got it!!”
I hold down Robin, who reflexively tries to escape.
“Otto, it’s a hassle, so don’t sit so low.”
“Huh? But you can’t catch Robin?”
I swing around the unconscious Robin.
“Otto, why do you always swing Robin around? Yesterday afternoon, a slave with a headband was sitting there as ‘Robin’ , and the professor was confused.”
Marco asks.
I lower my voice to speak.
“This guy, he won’t tell me the shop that sells the drug that can make women fall for you when mixed with alcohol.”
“Really?! Squeeze him out!!” (Alex.)
“You guys. . .”
Marco is exasperated. Okay, let’s give him some advice.
“Hey, Marco. Don’t think there are encounters in the army.” (Whisper)
“Huh?!”
“You’ll only be saddled with the leftover daughter of a superior officer introduced by your boss!!” (Whisper)
John suddenly joins in.
“Listen, hunting dogs, it’s a time of mixed gems, find a good gem!!” (Whisper)
Carl also joins in, and a rather petty evil empire is formed.
🔹𝔸𝕨𝕖𝕓s𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤.𝕔𝕠𝕞 ― 𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 “𝕕𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕦𝕡𝕕𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤” 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕖𝕩𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕔e𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤🔹
“So, what are we going today? Otto? Lower-class cafeteria?” (Alex)
“I’m fine with the lower-class.” (Feruppo)
“Oh, sorry, actually, today I’m going to eat separately from the slaves.” (Otto)
“Wha! My goddess of the heart!!” (Alex)
“You, you were doing well with the Meyer girl the other day, weren’t you?” (Marco)
“Eh? So, no noodle dishes?” (Feruppo)
“Why are you suddenly going to the lower-class cafeteria?” (Carl)
“No, I’m going to become a soldier. Quite seriously.” (Feruppo)
“Hey, little brother! Have you finally decided?” (Marco)
“That’s good, isn’t it? By the way, I’ve never eaten at the upper-class cafeteria, what are the rules?” (Otto)
“””Alright, got it!! Today is a celebration.””” (Misoccus guys)
Dragging the unconscious Robin.
I slip through the gate of the upper-class cafeteria.
I’m immediately greeted by a waiter.
“I’m Alex Wynyard, the rest are my friends and servants. The servant has something to talk about, so please let him sit.”
“Yes, understood.”
“Hey, Alex, what kind of joke is this?”
“Ah, Otto, I’m the top, so this is to save my face.”
“Idiot grass,.” (Carl)
“Exactly.” (John)
We sat at a round table.
The tablecloth also has a sense of luxury.
Robin is seated while still unconscious.
“Here is today’s menu.”
It’s written on the menu.
But it seems that you can only choose between meat or fish.
“Meat.”
Alex answers.
“Understood.”
The waiter closes the menu and leaves.
“Ah, Otto. The order in which they come out is different, but the menu here is non-existent. If it’s a hassle, you can leave it to them.” (Whisper)
Carl, sitting next to me, spreads a napkin on the table and hangs it around his neck while telling me.
“What’s that?”
“This is a practice place to avoid embarrassment in high-class restaurant play, there’s also a noble party play.”
Hey, hey, that’s harsh.
“Moreover, it’s only for rank holders. They don’t serve alcohol.”
John, sitting further away, explains while shrugging his shoulders.
“I prefer the public cafeteria, but the cost of the food here is included in the high tuition.”
Carl answers bitterly.
I see, so that’s why it’s idiot grass. . .
But Carl, that idea isn’t noble, is it?
“Huh!! Here?”
It seems Robin has woken up.
“Good morning Robin, it’s lunch.”
“Eh? Here.”
“Your favorite upper-class cafeteria.”
“Um, Otto-sama, I don’t think I can enter because of my status. . .”
“Oh, right. I’ll pass the bill when it comes, so don’t worry.”
Ignoring Robin, who is sulking alone.
The waiter and the wagon come.
They pour a yellow transparent juice into everyone’s glasses.
The waiter bows and steps back.
“Well, now that we’re all here, let’s begin. Welcome, Otto, to this troublesome world.”
Alex raises his glass.
Everyone follows suit and raises their glasses.
Robin, you’re stiff. Relax.
Ah, that’s right, Alex. I’m in a troublesome different world.
🩴
The juice was a ginger honey pickle diluted with water.
🩴
“Here’s your appetizer.”
The waiter places the plate.
“It’s a prosciutto boat.”
Chopped prosciutto and tomatoes are mixed with olive oil on top of a thin celery-like plant.
I see, is the sauce supposed to represent a lake and the ingredients a boat?
But two boats seem too few.
They’ll sink in an instant.
“This is the appetizer.”
The plate is removed and the next one comes out.
It’s a square jelly about one centimeter thick with sauce on it.
“It’s a vegetable and bean pate, with herb sauce.”
Hmm, what is this? The salt is a bit strong.
Is it for long-term preservation?
As expected, everyone below Alex, including Misoccus, is eating elegantly.
Robin is eating awkwardly.
It seems he was taught manners at home.
🩴
“Here’s your soup.”
The amount per plate is small, so it comes out quickly.
“It’s a chilled pumpkin soup.”
Yes, it’s a potage soup.
There are no croutons, but there is fresh cream on top.
🩴
🩴
“This is a white fish fritter with white sauce. Please enjoy the bread in the basket as you like.”
🩴
It’s a fritter (tempura), but the batter isn’t crispy.
The white fish doesn’t have any fat on it.
It’s dry and doesn’t have any fishy smell.
What could it be? Since there’s no sea in the kingdom, could it be perch?
Could it be a largemouth bass? It’s big, maybe a bluegill. . .
The white sauce is slightly sweet and spicy.
There are a few pieces of bread in the basket, like one basket for two people.
It’s smaller and softer than the usual one.
🩴
“This is the main dish, roast venison with butter sauce.”
There are three thin slices of roast on the plate, with mustard and steamed root vegetables on the side.
Finally, meat.
The lean meat has no fat, but the sauce is fatty and goes well with the bread.
🩴
“This is the dessert, pear poached in white wine.”
It’s the fruit that comes out every morning.
It seems to be a pear.
It’s not very sweet, but it seems to be cooked with herbs and has a refreshing taste.
🩴
“This is tea made in the kingdom.”
🩴
A relaxed time comes.
There’s a feeling of being rushed somehow.
Alex opens his mouth.
“You know, school meals never seem to mature. When I eat with my family, we talk a lot. My sister used to say that meals with people from school or military academies are not elegant. I guess that’s why they get into bad habits.”
I see, is that how it is?
I heard that going to bed early, getting up early, eating quickly, and defecating quickly is a samurai’s duty.
Time flows leisurely.
Now, shall we start questioning Robin-kun?
I put my elbows on the table, cross my fingers, and bring them in front of my mouth.
It’s the pose of the director of theTokyo City.
It doesn’t look good when a fat guy does it.
“Now, Robin. The reason I called you here today is to discuss the holiday sightseeing tour of the royal capital.”
“Everyone’s going, right? On the next holiday?”
Alex is smiling.
Misoccus members nod.
“Um, why is it such a big deal?”
Robin’s voice is trembling.
“That’s because it includes shops where you can buy women.”
“Hey!! Not that kind of talk here. . .”
Marco is surprised.
“You know, don’t you? Robin.”
“Yes, I know. But.”
“That’s right. Do you know about the slightly expensive safe places that lower nobles use without the boss’s influence?”
“Ye. . .s. I know. . .”
“Hey, hey.”
John is delighted.
“Is that true!!”
Feruppo stands up, clenching his fist.
“Shh, your voice is loud.”
“So, do you know about the shops where slaves are sold?”
“Uh, I know, but. . .”
“Do you need a letter of introduction? Or is it a back-alley shop?”
“The letter of introduction is. . .”
“Can you manage with money? The back-alley shop is effective with your friend’s face, right?”
“. . .”
Robin is silent, sweating from his face.
“So, there are also shops that back-alley magicians use, right? Shops related to curses.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Finally, the suspect confesses.
“Huhuhuhuhu, Robin-kun, my eyes weren’t mistaken.”
Good! It’s no different from the game!! I won!! I clench my fist and laugh.
“Otto seems like a really bad guy, doesn’t he?”
“That’s right. It’s too late now.”
Shut up, Carl and John.
🩴
“Now, everyone, shall we make plans for the holiday?”
🩴
The plan didn’t come together.
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