𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟑: 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞
“What should we do next?”
Alex asks with a joyful tone.
Soon, my stomach clock tells me it’s lunchtime. I ask Robin,
“Robin, guide us to a nearby restaurant that’s cheap, tasty, and serves large portions. It’s okay if they serve alcohol.”
“No, Otto, you can’t drink alcohol in the middle of the day.”
Feruppo says. Marco is in serious mode.
“Drinking outside of school is a violation.”
“Really? A light bourbon should be fine.”
“Bourbon is water.”
John says something reassuring.
The Misoccus group is making a fuss.
“Um, there are no cheap restaurants around here.”
What a disaster!! Robin, okay, I understand.
“Then guide us to a restaurant that’s cheap but not safe.”
“Um, what do you plan to do, Haedecker-sama?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll make it safe with all my might.”
“Um, causing a disturbance in the royal capital is a serious crime.”
“Don’t worry, we just need to eliminate all the witnesses.”
“No, you can’t stop people from talking.”
“Everyone. If there’s no one left who knows, there won’t be any rumors.”
“Otto, stop joking while it’s still funny. What you’re saying now isn’t funny.”
Marco stops me.
What’s the matter? Isn’t it a big sports festival at the thugs’ hideout?
“Robin-kun, please. Introduce us to a restaurant that’s reasonably priced, has decent taste, and is safe.”
Alex is unusually bowing his head to the common people. Is it going to rain tomorrow?
“Y, Yes, I understand, there’s a decent restaurant nearby.”
The Misoccus group follows Robin.
What’s the matter? Isn’t this the fun part?
🔹𝔄𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰𝔱o𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪 ― ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 “𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔭𝔡a𝔱𝔢𝔰” 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰🔹
When we arrive at the restaurant, there are 20 table seats and a counter.
It’s still a bit early for lunch. Well-dressed commoner families and elderly couples are already eating.
There are still seats available, so we were able to sit down immediately.
“Hmm, not bad, huh?”
Alex is looking around the restaurant with interest.
The restaurant is bright. The ceiling is high, so it feels open.
“The owner of this place is from the west and serves dishes from a country that has now been annexed to the empire.”
Robin says proudly as if it’s about himself.
“I see.”
I don’t understand.
“Excuse me.”
A blonde twin-tailed girl bows as she pushes a wagon.
On the wagon are baskets with cutlery, containers that look like finger bowls, and napkins.
She arranges them one after another on the table.
“Will you be having a meal today? Or would you like some alcohol?”
“We’ll have a meal, please.”
I leave it to Robin.
“Today, you can choose between a tomato oil stew made with deer heart and cheek meat, or a fried white fish with tomato sauce. The side dishes are white bread, liver pate, and pickled cabbage.”
“Um, which one will you have?”
Robin asks.
“Eh? Heart? I’ll have the fish.”
“Feruppo? Can you eat fish?”
“Nii-san, after seeing Otto’s (heart)golem yesterday, I’m a bit. . .”
“Can’t be helped? I’ll have the meat.”
“Of course, I’ll have the meat too.”
“I’ll have the meat.”
“I-I’ll have the fish. . .”
Marco and the Milk Type brothers choose meat, Alex chooses fish.
“I’ll have the meat. Can I get a large serving?”
“Yes, you can.”
“Then, I’ll have the fish. Is the order okay? Four meats, one of them large, and three fish, please.”
“Yes, understood. Three oil stews with meat and one large serving, and three fried fish. What would you like to drink?”
“Alcohol.”
I can drink alcohol. I can drink alcohol.
“No, drinking is not good.”
Alex retorts.
“Oh, right, then do you have any alcoholic beverages? Something that’s okay for kids to drink.”
“Um, we have a diluted fruit red wine.”
“Give that to everyone.”
“Hey, hey, Otto, don’t decide on your own.”
“That’s right, if they find out we’ve been drinking, the dormitory supervisor will contact our homes.”
“Feruppo, if it’s diluted, it’s no different from fruit juice.”
“I don’t care either way.”
The Misoccus group raises their voices in protest.
“Um, if you order for the number of people, it’s cheaper to get a bottle. It’s enough for 10 cups.”
“””We’ll take that!!”””
For some reason, everyone agreed.
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