Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

Chapter 84 Vol.17 Banquet 1
Beginning with the voice of Yagi Seizai, the Chaldean staff raised the beer mugs in their hands together. This is something that was turned over from the Chaldean kitchen. Yagi does not know what kind of liquor it is, but Looking at the image of the chubby wine barrel, you know that it should be beer.

With the staggered sound of glasses colliding, the banquet officially kicked off.

Dr. Romani had no self-consciousness as an adult at all, and rushed to the dining table first, grabbing a knife and fork.No one blamed him, and no one despised him.This doctor, who has never had a serious image, took the initiative to shoulder the heavy responsibility of all the work of Chaldea, and no one can criticize his rest time.

"Oh, is this hummus... not bad."

Black Saber Arturia-alter brings a piece of baked, crispy naan to his mouth with a big chunk of what looks like a mashed potato on it.The majestic king showed a softer expression after eating it again.

However, like a flash in the pan, the smile on her face converged.

"However, to say it tastes better than a hamburger would be a lie, archer."

She glared at Arash next to her.

"Ah, I'm so sorry, then I'll take away—"

"Wait a minute. Listen to me, archer. I mean, it's just food that goes hand in hand with hamburgers."

Seeing that he really had the posture of taking away the food in front of him, Arturia-alter quickly stopped him.Between mouth-to-mouth burgers and now-available hummus and naan, the latter is obviously better, right?

Arash suppressed a laugh, dropped the plate, and picked up another at the same time.

"Do you want some more, Master? This is food that even the Black King approves."

Fujimaru Rika saw that the food here was just right, and subconsciously came over.

The plate brought out by Arash has a beautiful pattern intertwined with blue and white, which is reminiscent of the country of Persia - just kidding, Fujimaru Rika didn't know much about the Persian art style, just because Arash brought it out, It's taken for granted as Persian - the cyan vessel holds the soft mud like gold.On the outer wall of the vessel, a circle of golden-yellow naan is lined up neatly, like the stars holding the moon, surrounding the most important bean paste in the middle.

It's really a wonderful thing that Chaldea can find chickpeas, it seems that some female Chaldeans used to eat chickpeas to lose weight, which is why they hoard so much.It happened to be used by Arash.

Fujimaru Tachika had never eaten such a European-style food, and she was curious. She picked up a piece of naan, and the heat was transmitted through her fingertips, dipped it, and stuffed it into her mouth.

"good to eat!"

There was a bright expression on her face.Looking at this expression, Arash felt that his efforts were not in vain.

Before Fujimaru Rika had eaten much, the other side had already greeted him. The Holy Maiden finished praying before the meal, and when she opened her eyes, the roast chicken in front of her had already been divided, and she had no image. Yan's Doctor Roman, holding a chicken leg in his hand, didn't care that his gloves would be soiled.After a closer look, I found that he also put a transparent glove on top of the white glove... What do you think you are drawing?Can't you just take off your gloves?
With such complaints in her heart, the Holy Maiden smiled wryly, and hurriedly cut a large piece of roast chicken breast onto her plate. Before moving her fork, she called Fujimaru Tachika over.

By the way, this chicken was roasted by her own hands.Turkey is a very common food in Christianity. Marda is a saint... No, this saint doesn't matter. She used to be a peasant girl and a sister. Of course, she has to bear the burden of the family. Naturally, in housework, At the core of cooking, she is quite good at it.

By the way, this chicken is not a turkey at all, just a regular chicken.However, the cooking method should be common...probably?

Tatsuka Fujimaru was greeted, and Marda gave her the turkey on the plate, along with the knife and fork.

"Is this... ah, a Christian turkey?"

Fujimaru Rika has never eaten turkey, only seen it in animation.

"Ah,...well...actually...it's just ordinary chicken~ I just made it myself, maybe there will be blessings or something...probably?"

She herself is not sure.

It’s true that Christianity often deified religious figures and advertised their supernatural powers, but in fact, who can say whether cutting a chicken will add God’s blessing to the chicken?

"Thank you, Miss Marda! Ah... do I have to pray first?"

"No need. You're not a Christian. Don't worry, that man is very forgiving."

Marda smiled and watched Fujimaru Tachika cut a piece of chicken and put it in her mouth, the corners of her mouth became oily.She smiled and said before that Fujimaru Rika reminded her of her sister Maria, the two figures collided together, and Marda subconsciously picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth.

She made the same reaction as Maria, shaking her head slightly, like a kitten.

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(The pair over there really looks like sisters.)
Thinking like this, Medusa picked up an apple from the table and took a big bite, making a crisp sound.

She has no preference for food, and as a Servant, she doesn't need to eat, so she only uses some innocuous fruits to a minimum, trying not to make Chaldea's already stressful food more difficult.

Looking at Marda and Fujimaru Rika over there, she couldn't help but think of her sisters...

Then the headache started.

She quickly shook her head, not thinking about such a thing.

(She is really popular. Is she trusted because of her simplicity? Or is she considered a mascot because she is too weak? Anyway, purity is a rare quality, and so is cuteness . These are things people should be proud of. She's not like me.)
Medusa thought so.

(However, the one over there is about the same as me.)
Medusa thought so, and glanced to the other side...

He was a person in black like himself.

Medea.

Hiding herself in her robe from head to toe, the betrayed witch had a subtle expression on her face, and then tasted the dishes one by one.

That's the dish made by Yagi Seizai.

As a [economical and practical] magician, he has mastered a variety of simple cooking techniques, and can easily cook cheap, large quantities of food that will not make people feel shabby.

Medea seemed to be very concerned about this kind of food, and while tasting it, her brows became even tighter.

(Is it called Yagi Yuzai... what an unpleasant guy.)
(End of this chapter)