Hakai no Miko

Recently, Marco was in a good mood.

I asked her if she could use the bread-roasting kiln, even if she didn't want to, and the elf ladies agreed with me happily. If you made me feel better about it and asked me if I could make soup or something, not just bread, then this was also happily accepted again.

Initially, I also felt cold looking at myself somewhere relatively, but that seemed a mistake.

What a good place here to let me do so much of my favorite dish. Marco was grateful to the gods.

But you can't just cook all the time. Marco has a job to do, too.

Of these, when it comes to the biggest job, it would be to take care of the dinosaurians' meals.

Currently, there were about fifty Dinosaurians in the Lords' residence in Bornis. These Dinosaurians don't usually do anything. They don't even try to support their meals.

That's because most of the Dinosaurians in the Lords' residence are of a species called the Warrior Species.

A warrior species is a race belonging to the privileged class of Dinosaurians that would be equivalent to nobility if they were human beings. If you take it to them like that, labor is only what those below do. The warrior species, instead, are aware that it is their normal duty to feed their English in preparation for the next battle.

That, too, is allowed in this city of Bornis, only because it still has the protruding combat capabilities of the Dinosaurians. Once on the battlefield, some of its blessed flesh and rough temper exert terrible power. That power is exactly what you deserve to call a thousand.

In addition, its appearance, which looks scary from a human point of view, also plays a role in the security of the city.

Just to see them walk through the city, even bandits and wildlings who don't even think of themselves as farts, such as national captors (dust), lose their temper to make noise in the city.

Together they were the transverse Dinosaurians who tend to be the nose knobs of the Ethereal Horse faction, but it is the influence of Jahangil Hetham Jarouge, who should also be their representative, who will not be.

One of the best warriors in this Dinosaurian has a verse that apparently cares about the Ethereal Horse. He would never try to admit to questioning himself, but when he got tired of his nap he went to the office or gaze room where there was an Ethereal Horse, where he was often seen rolling. Nor is it uncommon to accompany the Ethereal Horse to it when he tries to go away, as he did during Zoan's Festival Borough.

And such Jahangil's behavior was also a factor that made the other bystanders, the deserted Dinosaurians, show only consideration for the Ethereal Horse.

These things happened, and only when did the Dinosaurians become aware of their presence and surroundings like the Kingsguards and SS of the Ethereal Horse.

But it's still the casual Dinosaurians. Special, he didn't even get protection around the Ethereal Horse, usually he was just taking a nap in a sunny spot in the courtyard of the Lordship's official residence.

It is Marco's important job to bring such a meal to the Dinosaurians.

The amount of meals we take to the Dinosaurians, who are full of great eaters, is considerable. Marco travels to and from the courtyard and kitchen many times to carry bread, soup, etc.

"I took your meal ~"

When Marco, who had carried it all, shouted, the Dinosaurians, who were there in the courtyard and were gobbling, came up with the sleigh of the

When I started this job, I was cautioned by an Elf woman, "If your life is spared, be careful what you say and do". Anyway, I meant to stroke it lightly for Dinosaurians, but it could be a fatal blow to other species.

But Marco, fearless, had been facing the Dinosaurians flat from the beginning. All that, and in the recent days when I have been able to distribute meals, I have reminded Marco of the pigs and goats that flock to the bait I took when I was helping the farmers, even thinking that they were rather cute.

Unlike livestock, however, the dinosaurians' meals are lavish. Hit the boned meat with its sharp fang-lined mouth, tearing the meat apart and eating it off, swallowing it with little bite as it is. The bread or the like is soaked in soup and softened in a round drink.

For Marco, who likes to eat for herself but also likes to see others eating, it was even a secret pleasure to admire the lavish dining landscape of these Dinosaurians.

But there was only one dissatisfaction.

That's something the Dinosaurians don't know if they think their meals are good.

Originally Dinosaurian lacks facial expression. It was even harder to deduce Dinosaurian emotions from that face even more so in the Fae. I don't complain about one thing, but watching him quietly cook without even moving his expression around makes Marco anxious if he really thinks it tastes good or not.

"Excuse me. May I have a word?

The Dinosaurians stopped the hand of the meal and watched Marco raise his voice. If you're most people, that's all you can scream and run away from, but Marco, who's not afraid, asks Nico with a smile.

"Would it taste good? If you're dissatisfied, say it."

To Marco's reaction, silence fell.

After a while, Jahangil, at the center of the circle of Dinosaurians, begins to hustle up the boned meat silently. But even though that tail was hitting the ground in frustration, Marco looked angry, "Don't ask me shit".

Marco gets soggy.

One Dinosaurian called out, feeling sorry for Marco like that. It's a Dinosaurian by the name of Pearlshire who's been paying attention to Marco for a long time.

"It's not a bad idea. - I just want to thank you for adding a little more meat. I don't really eat bread or anything in the country. Hey, brothers."

To his youngest brother's words his eldest brother Mehrzad snorted, and his oligarchy brother Nieusher nodded silently to show.

Marco brightens his eyes to stories of dining in an exotic land that he could not have expected.

"What dishes were you eating in your country?

Marco has been asking herself all along. Besides, Pearlshire eats. At any rate, most other races do not come near for fear of themselves. This is the first time any of the Dinosaurians have ever had a pearl shire that is said to be warm and enquiring in such a way.

"Ah, oh. Er, in the country, there is a livestock called Carnivorous Dragon that looks a lot like Lo Dragon..."

Marco listened with his eyes sparkling at Pearlshire's story, which he spoke bewildered.

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"... what the hell is this?

In Eladia's hands is a copy of a letter that Marco sent to the liaison and thinking man. From time to time, Marco had sent letters to a man named Distant, through a merchant he had previously worked for. The women of the elves had caged the man who worked at the merchant with gold and beauty, and had obtained a copy of Marco's letter.

But Eladia was baffled when she read a letter that was supposed to be a regular contact for a secret detective.

"That person's secret book... should be"

It is not impossible for the woman to say what she said.

What was written there was that Dwarves preferred to bake mushrooms growing in caves, or if they roasted the dragon round they were popular with Dinosaurians, or if they baked potatoes that ate leaves of trees because Harpuran said they liked potatoes, they were pissed off that it wasn't this, etc. It was mostly all about food. The inner details of the key official residence are only written to the extent of my apologies.

"Sister. Is this... a cipher?

Eladia also considered the possibility.

But immediately deny the idea.

Not long ago, one of the loaded dragons Jaharngil took out of the stables went missing and became a little noisy. If you compare that with the contents of the letter, the dragon would have disappeared into their stomach.

Perhaps what is written here is only a fact, not a cipher.

Now I'm even starting to wonder if this letter is a secret book. I thought of Marco as a spy, but I even think it was a hell of a mistake.

But it's still too early to draw conclusions from this alone.

"Let's see how it goes for a while now. Don't let it distract you."

Eladia gave instructions to female officials to closely monitor Marco as before.

At that time, the fragrant smell of the meat burning Eladia's nose tickles.

Eladia looked up at the sky through the window at a time when the sun was about to plunge from Jomtien to the west. Perhaps Shemr began to prepare a late lunch for the Ethereal Horse, who was finally cleared of the administration he was slogging into.

"Sounds like it's time for Master Soma's meal. - Let those who are free prepare their tea."

The woman, instructed by Eladia, tries to leave the room in a courtesy. Eladia called it off.

"Wait. Everyone will be busy. - I have no choice. I'll make you some tea, Master Soma."

To this graffiti of Eladia, who is supposed to be the busiest, the female officer bows her head without being able to hide her smile and deludes herself. And Eladia coughed up a little and left her office with no food on her face, and rushed to the kitchen.

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Eladia, who prepared the tea, took to the courtyard, close to the office of the Ethereal Horse. For the Ethereal Horse and Shemr usually eat there on a good day.

Eladia's guess was a hit, where Ethereal Horse and Shemr were having lunch in the courtyard. A little further away, Jahan Gil is already asleep in his belly after lunch. Remembering the contents of Marco's earlier letter to that figure, Eladia keeps in mind to stab the nail later so as not to bring the dragon loaded out of the stables again.

"I've prepared some tea, may I borrow the fire?

While indicating the tea vessel in his hand, Eladia gets an understanding from Shemr.

"... oh. I don't care."

Shemr's eyes to see Eladia were those of the Ugly, saying it was okay with his mouth.

But that's not possible either. At one of my breaks with my beloved "You Under the Umbrella," I feel bad for Shemr when she shows her face like this every day.

Plus, there was one thing that gave way to making tea for the Ethereal Horse.

The other day, my brother Garam asked me, "Do you want to give Lord Eladia the role of brewing Soma's tea?" He asked.

It's not an exaggeration to say you're one and the same person as Soma's first minister. Eladia's saying that it's painful to see you making tea and other chores.

When I returned it, my brother Gallum said, "If you're good, it's fine," and the words didn't seem to mean anything backwards.

Later, however, Shemr also tilted his neck wondering if this was really a good idea.

I feel kind of in a hurry that I've done something I can't take back. Especially lately, when Eladia says, "Don't you want to eat soma or, occasionally, non-Zoan dishes?" and "Again, seeing Master Shemr cooked..." and so on, that haste had also grown stronger since they began to leak.

But three meals a day and the time to prepare it is, so to speak, a precious moment for myself and "you under the umbilical". You can't just let them take that away from you.

But I also thought Eladia had a point.

In Ethereal Horses that are certainly not Zoan, you may get tired of all the Zoan style meals every time. So Shemr prepared something for today's meal.

"Is that it? This bread...?

Instead of the usual dough, the Ethereal Horse scorched his eyes with the bread that Shemr had rarely prepared.

"Have you noticed, Soma"

Shemru laughs with a grin all the time that she gets my will.

"It's been a delicious and rumored piece of bread in the kitchen here lately."

As soon as Shemr said so with skill, there was the sound of bumping into each other's crockery by the side.

And when they turned their eyes toward him that sounded, it was Eladia that was there. She usually brews tea without making a single sound, but she rarely slipped her hand. But she did, and she seems to have hit the tea bowl.

But you hadn't even noticed your own lawlessness like that, Eladia was staring at Shemr with a small eye.

"... Dear Shemr. Is that the bread that someone recently hired in the kitchen baked?

Lately, Eladia had also heard about Marco baking some crazy bread. That's not true, it was Eladia who asked with anticipation, but I find myself dizzy (dizzy) when Shemru answers openly, "Probably, that's it".

"Hey, what the..."

Eladia was a bloodthirsty thought. There was no doubt that the secret detective had fed the pale horse more than the bread baked by those surrounding him. If you take it to Eladia, it is a fatal failure. Though Marco's neighborhood is strictly alert, it's important in case even the poison obtained from somewhere was planted in bread.

The elf ladies who were there also paled their faces. I watched Shemr give up bread from Marco, but I never thought she would offer such bread to Aoima, the "you under the umbilical", more important than her own life.

"Master Shemr! Even though I serve in the kitchen, it's outrageous to put something made by anyone anywhere in the mouth of Master Soma!

It was Eladia who became emotional and screamed because of both her own faults, but she switches her head immediately.

"Again, I can't leave it to Master Shemr! In the future, we will manage Master Soma's meals!

"Wait a minute! Why, all of a sudden it does!

Shemr revolts violently, not to mention taking care of all the tea or even the meal.

"Master Shemr will be busy, too. And no matter what you say, Master Shemr is Master Soma's first minister. Seeing such people get chores such as cooking..."

"Well, the way you say it is cowardly!

I was two people who kept pushing questions for a while, but I noticed something wrong with the Ethereal Horse. I usually have a bitter laugh and arbitrate the two of them, but I don't have a reaction as if I've solidified the bread in one hand.

"Hey, Soma. What's wrong with you?

"Dear Soma. Were you in a bad mood?

Even as they spoke worryingly from the two of them, the Ethereal Horse stared at the cross section of bread he had swayed.

All the bread I've ever eaten in this world is an unfermented bread that just baked flour worked out with water. For this reason, the bread is packed tightly in the bread, and if you eat it, the bread is the staple! It weighed something like that.

But the bread I just ate was completely different. The surface of the bread is just as strong. But the inside was soft, and the chewing was moist and elastic. Besides, if you look closely at the section of the bread, it is spongy with fine air bubbles, and there is a nice aroma from it.

Besides, this flavour...

When Shemru and Eladia began to cloud their faces anxiously even though they showed no reaction, the Ethereal Horse accidentally raised a face that was making them nagging.

"Now, call someone who burned this!

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As soon as I saw Marco, who had been brought to me by an elf woman, the Ethereal Horse welcomed him with joy.

"I knew it was you!

The bread I just ate is obviously a fermented bread that I fermented before baking. If that was all it was, I would have thought that this world might have already had the technology to ferment bread where I didn't know it. Yet I wondered if the Ethereal Horse was Marco's roasted one, a flavor I felt when I chewed the bread off.

"It tasted like butter, so I thought it wasn't!

The taste I felt when I chewed the bread off. That definitely belonged to butter.

Until yesterday, there is little chance that both of them will suddenly appear at the same time in a world where there was no technology to ferment bread or idea to add butter. If there is, that bush boy who told you about it - there will be none but Marco.

But besides, Eladia turned her eyes to surprise.

"Ba, you want some butter? Did you feed such a thing to Master Soma!

I can't help but be surprised by Eladia. In this world, where refrigerated storage techniques for ingredients have not yet been developed, butter, which is less conservative than cheese, was not very well distributed as edible. All that or it was considered a substitute for perfumed oil to be applied to hair and body rather than as edible, and eating it was considered a barbaric act.

"Uh... yes. If it was bread I baked, I put butter in it."

To that end, Marco had gone out of his way to reach the peasants who kept cattle, even obtaining fresh butter.

"Why, something like that!

"This person tells me that the bread with the butter is delicious..."

The Ethereal Horse, shown as this one, nods and shows only that it is true. If this happens, Eladia can't blame Marco either.

As Eladia toured the idea wondering what was going on, the Ethereal Horse spoke to Marco with joy.

"So, what happened to the East fungus? How did you inflate the bread?

"If you put a little juice of alcohol in it and left it for a while because you said it was the same thing, not because you..."

"Awesome!!"

The Ethereal Horse praised with all his hands up. I just thought I couldn't make bread without East fungus, but I never thought I could substitute alcohol with fermenting yeast.

However, because yeasts suitable for bread, beer and other applications are used separately in modern Japan, Aoima mistook bread East and beer yeast as completely separate, but yeast is a term that refers to a group of single-celled fungi that break down sugar into alcohol and carbon dioxide, and that yeast is East when translated into English.

In fact, in order to inflate the skin of the bun, there is also a confection called a sake bun (Sakamanju) that is made by adding sweet liquor or or sake (scallops).

But that's not why it was easy.

Compared to the modern dry east where the yeast is cultured suitable for the fermentation of bread, fermentation really takes time. Because its addition or subtraction was not known, it was initially a succession of failures that varied little from unfermented bread without sufficient fermentation, or vice versa, putting too much time aside to taste sour on the alcoholic odor.

But Marco finished it after a trial and error, eating those failed pieces alone and silently.

If the Ethereal Horse who heard it asked him why he had such a hard time, Marco even answered as he deserved.

"Because I want something delicious"

The Ethereal Horse was surprised by this. No, you can say I'm impressed.

The idea of using liquor juice to inflate bread originally, more than anything else, is a flexible thought that even butter that alienates others from eating savagery is used in cooking.

It is an amazing personality to be greedy for something so delicious in a world where your stomach should be swollen. No, you could call it talent. I bet he'd be thrilled to improve the food that might only be his hobby.

The Ethereal Horse laughed.

Besides, I thought this was the usual runaway habit, Shemr tried to raise his voice of restraint, but earlier than that, Ethereal Horse grabs Marco's hands gasp.

"Don't you want to be my exclusive cook?

To this, Marco just as well made his eyes black and white. But then the words that popped out of the mouth of the Ethereal Horse make Marco decide.

"I have a lot better food! I want you to make that!

"Sure, welcome!

It was Eladia that the two boys shimmered their eyes and changed their blood phase to hold each other in disappointment.

"Oh, wait, Master Soma! This person is a newcomer who just recently entered the kitchen! Promote such a person to a Soma-like cook, etc."

Speaking of professional people who should be careful for those at risk of assassination, they are doctors who prescribe drugs, barbers who come near with scissors, razors and other blades, and cooks who cook dishes that they eat every day.

None of this is a profession that can be made to work without strict scrutiny of its identity, character, etc. It is out of the question as Eladia, such as placing someone in such an important position with suspicion of being a secret detective who just doesn't know his or her name.

Eladia turned to her in an attempt to get Shemr to help her if she couldn't stop Marco from becoming a cook. But Shemru, who thought he'd come together and disagree, seems to be putting his hand on his chin and thinking something about it.

"Could you also say something from Master Shemr?

He was Eladia, who asked to speak in anticipation of his own support, but Shemr laughed niggardly for some reason.

"Isn't that good, too?

Eladia is flabbergasted by the unexpected betrayal of Shemr.

"It's a good story that Soma's number one minister is able to cook. But the elf ladies will be busy too. Then it would be one hand to let this guy do it."

It was a confrontational statement that Eladia should not take the cooking number of the Ethereal Horse, although it was Shemru speaking with a clear face.

But now I'm having trouble being offered such a strange sense of confrontation. When Eladia tried to mouth it, a moment earlier than that, a voice was raised to defend Marco from the unexpected.

"Don't worry about it."

It is Jahan Gil.

Eladia was surprised. That's because it was that jahan gill that emitted it.

Already Jaharn Gill is hitting his tail on the ground with a hitter as he turns his back and yawns heavily, just as he lost interest. But still, it was unusual for Jaharngil to snap his mouth apart from about the battle. Not to mention it's not an exaggeration to say that it's just an amazing event, such as someone defending Jahangil who doesn't even mean anything about others.

No way, they fed you?

Eladia thought for real that Jahangil was going to be furious if he asked.

As Marco's letter also wrote, there are verses that were purposefully buying cheers such as cooking their hometown dishes for the Jahangills and the Dinosaurians.

Plus, Eladia notices haha.

No way, deliberately diving into the kitchen of the official residence with his own eyes caught by suspicious behavior, becoming a distributor of meals of other races, buying their pleasure with food and breaking Bornis from the inside.

Isn't that Marco's plan?

No way, was this boy such a spy as to deceive my eyes?!

It was Eladia staring at Marco with such amazement, but at the time Marco doesn't understand the current situation, it's a decent look.

And Eladia was accidentally detoxified.

"... I see. Is that what you mean?"

Finally, Eladia understood the situation as well.

If you think calmly, it is just a coincidence that Marco entered the kitchen and became the distributor of the dinosaurians' meals. I think one or two is someone's plot, but it won't be possible to foresee it happening if so many coincidences overlap, unless it's God's eye.

Nothing. This Marco is just a true culinary lover.

Many of the humans Eladia has dealt with so far were just men trying to devour their bodies and women going crazy with jealousy. For this reason, Eladia is familiar with the art of reading such human thoughts and manipulating their actions.

But I do sometimes. Someone who just tries to do something for people without thinking about the damage. Someone who is desperate to help people, even though they weep for others in the red and say they will gain nothing.

Eladia sees a pale horse.

What a tough opponent to do to her, who has lived in a world where she is alert, suspicious and tries to manipulate each other to think of each other when she sees others. You can say you don't like it. For me to keep rising in a swamp of drooling desires, that's too blinding.

If you know why, there's nothing to it. It just seems funny to me that I was on my own with my elbows up.

Eladia leaked one sigh.

"... ok. Whatever Soma wants."

And Eladiah showed him gracefully.

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"Are you sure, sister?

Once again, one of the female officers called out to Eladia, who brewed tea to the pale horse and lowered the scene.

And Eladia doesn't answer instantly, looking back over her shoulder.

There is a pale horse who speaks of his knowledge of cooking as early as possible, and Marco, who hears it with his eyes shining, and now he says, "Wait. After all, didn't I lose my role in cooking Soma's meal?" There was a rushing appearance of Shemr.

"I can't help it," Eladia sighs. "- But don't let Marco's eyes loosen. Even if he himself has no harm to Master Soma, there may be those who will use it."

After instructing her to do so, Eladia adds that she remembers another thing.

"And reduce the number of people who were making Zoan learn to cook."

I was always ready to take on the responsibility of being a pale horse cook, but that went to waste, too. That alone is a pity to turn back.

"Where shall we turn them?

To the woman's inquiry, Eladia smiles like a prank after a while of thinking.

"Put it around Marco. We need him to keep an eye on him so he doesn't take suspicious action. And let him find a good excuse to kick him out."

I wasted my life on myself anyway. This much fun will be forgiven.

Eladia was rare to her, and she showed her little tongue.

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Then a while later, one day.

One woman ran into Eladia, who, as usual, was doing chores in her own office, changing her blood phase.

"Sister! Marco, give me that again...!

Eladia immediately comes to think of what an elf woman would call "that".

About last month. Marco, who taught him about food from the Ethereal Horse, caused the Great Counsellor to try to make it. Remembering the disturbance at that time, Eladia let loosen her fingers between the brows where the wrinkles seemed to lean.

"I told you not to do so much before this. - Make him stop now."

"That's..." the woman says. "Master Soma is with you."

I see. That would be hard to say for about a woman.

Eladia leaked one sigh. Since it is resistant to myself to speak out directly to what the great Ethereal Horse will do, I decide to ask for strong reinforcements here.

After a while the woman went to call for reinforcements, Shemr's fury came from afar.

"Soma! Also, you rotted the soybeans! You're smelling and complaining!

"Fuck, I didn't let you rot. Trying to make natto..."

I can only hear my voice, but still think of Ethereal Horse being desperate to excuse herself to Shemr, and Eladia laughs bitterly.

"That's what I said before, I guess I just let it rot in the end!! Besides, where was I eating those beans and breaking my stomach and crying for days?!"

"But there was some East fungus, so there must be some natto fungus somewhere."

"Don't be ridiculous, we'll get back to work soon!

In anticipation of the quiet, Eladia took to the kitchen, which was set up exclusively for Marco. Marco, with a barrel of rotten soybeans, greeted him with a troubled face as Eladia entered the kitchen with a face flat on the rotten smell drifting up to the hallway.

"Marco, I told you not to do this before."

"So, but since Master Soma says you can do something like yummy nuts..."

Eladia took a deep sigh.

"I don't want to pinch your mouth because it's one of Soma's few things to do, but at least make it less stinky."

Marco speaks to Eladia, who has become a seedling bed for colorful bacteria, ordering them to be buried and disposed of somewhere before attempting to return to his office.

"Um... what should I do with that one?

That's what Marco showed us when he crushed the soybeans he had just boiled earlier. A pale horse who thought that even if there was natto fungus, it might not breed well under some conditions, prepared that crushed and finer than grain ones would make natto fungus easier to breed as well.

"You can't throw it away. Use it for some kind of cooking."

Marco gets worried after Eladia walks away saying so.

Dinner is already set for tonight. There, there's no use for soybeans.

Marco had no choice but to put the boiled soybeans in the barrel where he found them appropriately. You won't eat it right away, so shake enough salt to keep it from rotting and mixing. And when he closed the lid tightly, he placed it in a corner of the kitchen so as not to disturb him.

Marco boiled the soy, this barrel. It was once a barrel containing mitu bought by Aoima in the pioneering village. Marco then puts herself on a busy schedule and completely forgets about the soybeans she put in this barrel.

At this time, Marco didn't know.

That the barrel had some kind of fungus sleeping in it, which continued to be sorted naturally for years because it was used to make mites. And that it was a very close kind to what we call koji mold in modern Japan.

As a result, Marco had no idea that the soybeans in this barrel would frenzy the Ethereal Horse a few months later.

Later, Marco was honored by the Son of Destruction, Soma Xaki, as "I couldn't have lived without him" and is also known by people as "the Son of Destruction's tongue" and "the man who grabbed Soma's stomach".

It was some time later that he would show up at the head.