Black Eagle's Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

derived answers and what the consequences

"Takusa, move it, Takusa, I ate it! Sleep well for lunch and we'll all be cool kids, okay? Could a girl be more beautiful than an athlete?

"Well, it's better than Civila."

"Don't give up before you try. Well, you can't go beyond that because you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

"What you're saying is a mess."

Surrounded by children, Civila went to put the children to sleep.

Exactly Civila is all I have left in my hands, so Emmy takes the rest of the kids with both escorts.

Frederica tried to get back in the kitchen, and I ran for the wash because it was a corner.

Because I'm sorry that I can't make it without just eating it.

Frederica calls from behind me as I wash.

"I wish I could."

"Let me do it. I'm not an orphan I'll always take care of, so I want to be on par with Frederica."

"You've been kind of cool since you went black. The truth is, [saints] are much better than me?

"Hmm...... such a profession, the goddess of the sun just happens to be impersonating me. I'm not going to be great except what I do."

Especially as in "Red Necklace," which Civila hated so much, I sincerely apologize for being able to bow my head just for something like a title.

Otherwise, I wouldn't be eligible to stand next to Civila myself.

"Hehe...... really, cool. Not superficial goodness, but a good core."

"Compliments won't give you anything."

"The guy who washes things is too rewarding. Because there are quite a few people who just make it and leave the pan behind."

Is that what this is all about? I didn't end up being able to cook, so I'm not sure what it feels like around here.

But I don't mind if Frederica is happy to cook.

I'm not selling you a pushy favor.

... Speaking of which, I haven't noticed you talking to Frederica all the time, but a busy guy is quiet at times like this.

I look back as I add water to the pan.

There was Ashley, who rarely turned off her expression and stared at me.

"... really, really... really Lady Russell, for the book, that's cool"

"What the hell. Ashley too...... fake cool but sounds like a possible way to put it. Hey. I don't need the rest."

"Yes, I do, fake"

For some reason, I was told strangely clearly.

"What the hell is going on?"

"... ah! Oh no! It's nothing! Ha... No, if Mr. Frederica is going to be a good wife, Lady Russell will be a good husband!

I guess Ashley, who panicked, was really casual and just kept on saying individual events.

But the way it's arranged... I can't help but imagine another.

……

Frederica glances shy upward, holding with her arms what, for the priest, would be the poison of her eyes.

I've always been a habit, I turn away.... because I never looked away because I was aware of what Ashley told me.

Ashley panicked after seeing how we were and finally realizing what she had said.

"... ahhh... ahhh...! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

"No more. Even if I am, Russell doesn't like you."

"I don't like it, that's too much. I didn't mean for you to grow so narrowly. Oh, and I'm done washing."

"Russell is clever and quick, isn't he? That would really help, thank you. Want to learn how to cook too? Try standing in the kitchen with me."

I shook my head in silence.

I used to admire that too, but Emmy stopped me from holding a kitchen knife.

I stepped back a little lonely to see if Frederica was going to ask at no source either.

"... Lady Russell, let's snort there."

Ashley won't know the circumstances, so ignore it.

However, Emmy became [The Night Knight] and the inside changed a little. Maybe now Emmy would accept that I have a knife.

If you feel like it, why don't you ask?

Back in the bedroom, Sibila and Emmy were already relaxed.

"Ah, Russell, you're annoying. You've been washing things."

"I'm the only one who didn't do anything. Thank you both for sleeping."

"Mm-hmm. It helps with all the good sleeping kids. You're well raised."

Sibila likes children. When you speak with praise of those children, from the usual naughty face, like a serene mother... that's what makes you look like a goddess.

... was, I thought.

"What's up, Sibila?"

It's better not to notice the discomfort.

Sibila had a wrinkle between her eyebrows the whole time she was talking about the child.

Impossible. Knowing this guy's character, I don't think it's very much the look he makes in the conversation right now.

Firstly, Sibila asked if Emmy had any abnormalities.

"What? Um, while I was away, Mr. Frederica cooked and it was about the same today. Mr. Ashley is a buyout."

"You're Ashley going to buy ingredients. Nothing particularly weird going on?

"Hmmm...... I wonder if I didn't. I guess that means it's pretty late to go home? All I bought was vegetables and meat, as you can see."

As far as listening, there's nothing strange about it.

But Sibila sighed as she put her arms together.

"Next, has Russell ever noticed?

"Right..."

I told Frederica and Ashley earlier what I felt was unnatural in their cooking.

I don't see why I wondered so much.

But I got caught. Two cooking landscapes.

"He said the cooking landscape caught on. May I remind you one by one?"

"I'm not sure I remember you in much detail.... uh."

For starters, Frederica was slicing the block of meat into small pieces.

Ashley was helping the area, too.

Frederica also cuts vegetables quickly.

It's something I'm used to, and carrots and potatoes are about the same size and fall into the pan.

And then... you had me take sugar and salt.

Frederica adds the powdered sugar and grinds the rock salt with a mill.

I've seen it in Adria, so I've seen how to cook it.

... Again, something catches on around there.

Tell Civila about it.

In the current part, I was wondering if there was anything wrong.

In contrast, Sibila has heard one thing.

"Russell. If it's not Atashi's fault, Ashley cooks too...... rather than seasoning. I thought you seasoned it."

I snorted at Sibila's question.

That was some kind of meat, so I think he did shake the salt.

"That's impossible."

"I thought you said you seasoned it together."

"Right. But... it's impossible. It's very dangerous for two people to season it. Salt, in particular, is impossible. Today's flavor is a gentle thin one... oh, I wonder why you didn't notice this."

Sibilla shakes her head with a distressed look.

Me and Emmy looked at each other and concentrated on Sibilla's continued words.

Perhaps from here on out is the core.

"Frenchy...... before Frederica came to cook, there was a shelf of condiments. Sugar bottles and salt bottles. That means nothing more than that Ashley is cooking too"

Well, I guess so. I can tell from the fact that I'm going shopping, and there's no way that First Ashley can cover the kids' food costs without being able to cook.

"It's impossible for someone who can cook to use salt without checking with each other. Salt is a small amount, something that changes the taste so much that you can't eat it. Once you cook with salt, you'll know that."

Civila closes her eyes and puts her fingers up as she recalls, pointing one bottle of seasoning behind her lid at a time.

"Sugar, salt, white pepper, rosemary, cloves, cumin, cayenne pepper, cinnamon, then dried and finely fined is basil or marjoram or tarragon...... basil to observe from yesterday's genovese? Wonderful collection, I'm surprised Frenchy has it all there for the orphans."

I'm surprised you didn't cook, but I remember everything on the shelf.

"But not at all."

Sibilla, however, denied what she had just said herself.

"Characteristics of french cuisine. That's grinding pink rock salt in a mill. So in every orphanage, salt is prepared not powder, but rock salt. I guess it's her obsession."

……

"You noticed Russell too."

That's right.

I was totally preoccupied with preconceptions.

With two white seasonings lined up, I assumed it was sugar and salt on my own.

... No.

It's impossible for a white powder to be salt than an orphanage all in the form of mill grinding rock salt.

There is one question that derives from it.

What the hell did Ashley put in there?

"Civila."

"Let's go, Atashi and the others need to confirm this. Emmy continues, stay by Fre's side. It's unlikely, but don't hesitate to use the power of the Shield if you want to be targeted by humans."

Consolidating our policy, we got up and left the room.

When I went down to the ground floor, Frederica was already reading the book looking at the evening's makeover.

Looks soaked. If so, I don't think I will immediately touch the seasoning.

"Ashley would have bought it."

You're not home, that's convenient.

Me and Sibila nod together and take two bottles of condiment shelves.

Emmy starts reading books with me next to Frederica, and Civila is in the room... not out there, and I'm going after her too.

A city of day without people

Sibilla came to the back yard of the orphanage and picked up a stick of wood.

"The kids, they were all fine"

"Right."

"Today."

That's a catchy way of saying it.

... No, from the way things have been going, I also know what the hell Sibilla wants.

Yeah, I told you on the way home.

He said the city was caused by 'food'.

"Life dwells in everything. Animals or plants. Beautiful is unplugged, all creatures eat life, give birth to life, connect life and run through life. … so Atashi really doesn't like to waste food"

Is that why you were letting all that anger seep into your face?

Connect lives, or... Sibila must have seen something like that all along.

Sibilla sees two bottles. They're both white powder.

Open one, tilt and lick.

"As expected, this is sugar with a little moisture."

And look at the rustling powder.

From what I've seen, it only looks like salt.

"Russell, get the cure ready."

"I don't even need to be told"

What causes ill-health among the inhabitants of this city is at their disposal.

No matter how many goddesses, physical abilities can't be forced by this human-like guy. If anything goes wrong, I detoxify it immediately.

Sibila opens the bottle and puts out the powder.

I smell it, but it just wrinkles between my eyebrows and I'm not responding.

And I'm afraid... put it in my mouth.

At that moment, I opened my eyes and paid my palm flat to the side!

(--Cure!

In that unusual reaction, I reflexively used therapeutic magic.

The powder stain is gone, and Civila is back to normal... should be.

"Are you all right?

……

Sibila looks at the bottle with a grumpy face to see.

The reaction is one that obviously knows what it is.

"Hey, what's in that bottle?

"Once upon a time, there was a seasoning that was a breeze for the rest of my life. The name is Taste Awakening Powder."

……

"White powder picked from red fruit makes the taste better.... but this powder had side effects. Apathy due to tiredness. This is one of the reasons why Ashley was naughty when she just arrived"

"How did you know about this powder?

"Because that man who stuck out to the soldier said he was getting the powder of God.... I can't believe you fooled God with something like this on your own... I don't know if you believe me or for any other reason..."

Sibilla advanced to the orphanage.

The face looked frustrating but regrettable, with a complicated look.

"... Russell. I'll wait for the night."

"Oh."

I follow Sybila's policy, too.

Watching the flow of the street and anticipating what will happen next.

I mean... I guess that's what this is about.

Watch Civila's back go back to the orphanage silently.

... Maybe I have the same look as Sibila right now.

The sun leans and the sea sky envelops the city.

Warm colors.

I didn't know you'd be so hostile to the red color for a short time...