Isekai Ryouridou

Thus, when the sun was about to set to the west, the Ai-Fas were finally allowed to creep through the gates of Count Turan's mansion.

As you step out of the box-shaped car, there is a giant stone building nestled in the darkness.

Polearths, along with the soldiers of the three escorts, relative to that grayed building.

On the waist of Ey-Fa, there is no sword.

The knife is carried by Polearth.

but they also take that up at the entrance to the mansion.

Literally, the i-fa get into this evil nest on foot and empty-fisted.

"Welcome aboard... this way please..."

It was the tall women with golden hair and white skin who welcomed the Ai-Fas at the doorstep.

I realize that those eyes are purple, and Ey-Fa sneaks up on the idea that this may also be the people of Mahdra.

The soldiers of Polearth-prepared escorts seemed to wait between refrains near the front door.

Pole Earth and I will be guided deep into the candlestick mounted corridor.

Ai-Fa put his hands together in front of his belly, walking constantly.

The stride is half the usual.

While waiting for a reply from Count Turan's house, the practice of castle towns, such as the behaving of such ladies, was also to be guided.

Does this make me look like the right person for Castle Town?

I don't know anything about Ai-Fa.

But it seemed that neither the blonde daughter who guided her, nor the soldiers of the Turan family who followed her, would be long gone for the time being.

"Well done, Lord Polearth. We're almost ready for dinner."

The daughter was waiting for her in a large room with luxurious woven fabrics stuck against the wall.

A little girl with chestnut hair.

He is wrapped in a pure white outfit that flickers with a slight glimpse of nobility.

This daughter ordered her squire to expose Asta.

But I = fa could calmly hold onto it.

To my own surprise, Ai-Fa's heart was quiet.

As if in the midst of a giva hunt, Ai-Fa's heart was stretched tight and sharply grinded.

(... this guy I held back from behind, that's a crack in the bad guy)

A strangely sloppy armored man is holding back behind his daughter.

It was as the master of the inn had told me.

Except that guy named Sanjula is nowhere to be seen.

I could have charged him with sin on the spot because I knew most of his face if that man had been there, but the path seemed to have been closed.

But that would be more convenient for I-Fa.

I didn't want to make things rough without even knowing where Asta was.

"Yeah. So you're Sim's blood-drawing daughter?

Noble Daughter - Refraia has turned her reluctant gaze to Ai-Fa while saying so.

Ai-fa quietly keeps staring around the other person's chest, as it was included so as not to speak and not look him in the eye straight back.

"Yes. He says his grandfathers are Sim's blood muscles. She herself was born in Behett and went with her father to buy vegetables. My name is Aifa."

"Yeah, but my dad won't be back till tomorrow morning. If Tulane's Fuwano and Maria were looking for you, I hate you."

"Of course it's awkward. If necessary, we'll still be able to deliver business stories from her father to Sir Cycleus tomorrow. It's enough to invite you to dinner at Count Turan's tonight."

Saying, Polearth nods to Ai-Fa.

Ai-Fa silently crossed her arms in front of her chest, letting Refraia keep her head down small.

"You're a conceited daughter," Refraia dismissively discards.

"Fair enough. Then take your seats. 'Cause I got an interesting hobby to prepare for today."

"I'm looking forward to that. I haven't been present at Count Turan's dinner in years."

Guided by the blonde ladies, the Ai-Fas were seated on the left towards them.

On the table are already arranged spoons, iron skewers and liquor cups.

And the same thing was prepared for two names across from the Ai-Fa's.

"Oh. Are there other people in attendance with us?

"Yes. My father's guests have been sitting in this mansion for a long time. The merchant from Jagal and his daughter."

With that word, Ai-Fa secretly decided to take a breath.

She also stayed at Cycleus' mansion.

How could I have lost track of such an important story?

What if that girl reveals the identity of I-Fa - after all, I have no choice but to charge Lefreia with the crime on the spot.

(Don't disturb my mind. At that time, all you have to do is prove that the soldier in that escort has the same style as a human copywriter. If that's the case, I didn't want to be in trouble until I confirmed Asta's whereabouts - but if I had to, I could just leave my noble daughter alone)

Even without a knife, there's nothing like that.

When Ai-Fa thought of it that way, the guest's visit was told from outside the door.

"I'm sorry I'm late. It took a long time to talk about business."

First of all, a magnificent man, who looked like a people of the south, came into the room.

Following that, my little girl also comes into the room.

She wore a lot of daughter-like outfits today, with short hair wearing ornaments and such, but that was still the daughter of Jagal, whom she met at the street in Inn Town.

He has a much less energetic face than when we met before, and his green eyes have also laid low without force.

"Oh, who are those people?

"This is Lord Polearth, the second son of the Earl of Dalaim, and his guest Aifa. She's the daughter of a merchant who came from Behett to buy vegetables."

"Well, of the Count Dalaim family… I will be the first to see you. My name is Granal, and I have come from Zeland, Jagal, from the iron furniture shop. This is my daughter, Deal."

"Nice to meet you. It's Pole Earth."

A grinning polearth and a stubborn-faced Granal exchange greetings.

So Dial, Granal's daughter, finally looked up and looked more at the Ai-Fa's.

Its eyes open in amazement.

Ai-Fa slightly floated down and prepared herself for everything.

but - Dial tied his mouth all the time and didn't try to utter any words.

"Let's start dinner, then. Bring me the food."

"Yes......"

My blonde daughter left the room and eventually a number of dishes were carried.

They are all dishes that have been placed on fine plates and have never been seen before.

Ei-Fa secretly set out to stare at any of these dishes at Asta's hands.

There are three dishes per dish.

It is all a small amount of whispering, as to whether it is just this kind of thing that makes my stomach swell.

"Come on, enjoy it. Count Turan's cooks put more on their arms for dinner. Let's start with appetizers, juice and fuwano."

complacent, Refraia says.

But Ai-Fa was not very distracted by any dish.

On a small plate, vegetables that smell sour and dry are properly placed.

The juice dish smelled strangely sweet.

Hot air next to it is a rounded Poitan dish with thick juice.

"Oh, this is brilliant stuff. It was worth it to bring Aifa."

Polearth, this was not acting but smiling happily.

I'm sure you like eating. Just look at the loose body without saying goodbye, and you can guess that.

(... In Castle Town, was Asta cooked such a rare dish?

Becoming the others, Ai-Fa also decided to utter them.

But I still don't interpret it.

Stewed green and red vegetables were very sour as smelled. Sour juice, like rotten fruit liquor, was still mixed together.

The juice dish was loose and fatty.

The smell is sweet, but the taste is spicy. Must be simmering with different herbs. The ingredients are some kind of meat that's not giva, chach, pra, and then vegetables that don't know their names or who they are.

Elongated chopped meat and vegetables were also packed in the rounded Poitan-like dough.

It is not difficult to eat compared to the previous dishes, but the salt and tau oil are too good. Besides, the smell of vanilla is strong.

(... no)

This is not Asta's dish.

Without any proof, Ai-Fa was convinced of that fact.

If you use ingredients you don't know about Ai-Fa, it may be something that will result in dishes that taste unknown to Ai-Fa.

But something's different.

From these dishes, Ai-Fa could not feel Asta's presence.

(Maybe - did we get busted by that Zida guy?

Maybe there's no Asta in this mansion.

For the first time a shadow of anxiety appeared in the heart of Ey-Fa, who was stretched hard.

"Hey, all this is delicious. The chief chef told me he was heading out to the castle, but it's just brilliant food."

Since Jagal's guests were silently eating, only Polearths had a voice of praise.

Refraia is sniffing, "Humph."

"There are many cooks living in this mansion, so there's no point in having one chef vacate his seat. Besides, we're going to have fun."

The empty vessels are lowered by the small men surrounded by yellow clothes.

And a new plate was brought into the room.

"Come on, vegetable dishes and meat dishes from the main dishes."

And the three plates were arranged before each.

A dish of vegetables, covered with vermilion juice.

Bony meat, simmered with vanilla.

And it's a dish of burnt meat.

Ai-Fa decided to get her hands on it in turn.

The vegetable dish was sweet, spicy and sour.

After all, there's a mixture of, like, rotten fruit liquor, where the spiciness of vanilla and the odd sweetness melt into it.

Not so bad, but it tastes somewhat unfamiliar to my tongue.

Like the previous dish, the main cause is probably too strong a flavour anyway.

The boned meat was so soft and by far the best of the dishes.

It must be the flesh on the feet of some little animal. It is all over the green broth, sprinkled with small carved red vanilla from it.

Iron skewer - maybe silver, not silver, but anyway, if you follow it with that skewer, the meat will not be able to peel off the bone. It was so soft that it was difficult to eat without dropping it, and when I put it in my mouth, the slightly spicy vanilla flavor felt very suitable for the taste of the meat.

And the last meat dish - even more delicious than that.

I like the clothes around me that are burnt. And beneath it awaited soft meat full of gravy, with a hint of myrmu when it chewed.

I'm sure Tau oil is used as well as Myrmu. Greater salt gas spreads through your mouth with gravy.

I feel that the oil is tight, but the sourness of the fruit juice from the top of the seal neutralized it more well.

Besides, the dish was accompanied by plenty of raw vegetables finely chopped with Tino, Aria, etc., and when they were eaten together they felt extra delicious.

The vegetables make the meat, and the meat makes the vegetables, each.

Its vegetables also seemed to be sprinkled with something like a mixture of sour juice that was somewhat different from the seal and non-guiva grease oil, but it rather felt like it was reinforcing the tastelessness of raw vegetables while adding colour to the calf.

(Here it is...)

This must be Asta's dish.

The method of flavoring meat with myrmu and tau oil and thinly chopping raw vegetables is certainly identical to that of asta.

However, the identity of this brown coat wrapping the meat was unknown, nor is the meat Giva's. For Ai-Fa, it is a totally unknown dish.

Still, I-Fa could believe that this would be Asta's dish.

After all, Asta was cooked in this mansion.

In retrospect of the various passions swirling around his chest, Ai-Fa continued to eat its delicious dishes.

"Yeah, I prefer this dish."

And - Dial, who remained silent until then, raised his voice to the pretense.

Seeing, in its hands is Asta's dish stabbed in a silver skewer.

"Kimmus boned meat was very tasty too, but I think this fried food tastes better than that"

"Uhm. I agree with my daughter, too"

Deal's father also says so like a deer claw.

Eating the same dish, Polearth said, "Ha?" and tilted his thick neck.

"Speaking of which, only meat dishes were prepared for some reason. Maybe this was a flavor comparison pastime?

"That's right. One is the cooking of the deputy chef, and the other is the cooking of a new cook I recently hired at this mansion. Which way does Lord Polearth raise his armament?

"Right. Sure, bone meat flavoring was great, but I'd like to raise my arms to fried dishes just a little bit."

"Who's the guest from Behett?

Ai-Fa quietly looked back at Lifreia's smile.

"I think this dish is delicious, too"

"You all choose fried food dishes! I have the same opinion! Come on, then, would you like me to reveal which dish is which?

To Refraia's call, his last name roughly bowed his head.

"Boned meat is the cook of the deputy chef, and fried food is the cook of the newcomers"

"I knew it! That's five nights in a row, rookie wins! This is an amazing result, even though vice chef Timaro is as skilled as he once was chef at Selva's Spear Pavilion!

"Yeah, that's the cook of the immigrant people. You'll admire all the strange dishes you've never had before."

With a strangely removed face, Dial said so.

Polearths rides his rounded body out.

"An emigrant people? Is that the cook of the immigrant people? I've never heard of a visitor to Genos."

Refraia gave him a tongue-in-cheek look for a moment, but it was soon replaced by a proud smile.

"I didn't really want to pee, but I do, actually. I'll be in trouble if I make some crazy noise, so please don't say anything else."

"Ho, that's interesting! Would you like me to greet you in person, too? As a reward for a delicious dish, I would like to hand over the bronze coins."

"Oh, not silver coins, but copper coins?

"Yeah, the Dareims aren't rich enough to pay silver for an overnight dinner."

"Yes... I don't mind, but I'm asking you to keep only what you promised."

"You don't need to say anything else. Thank you."

Asta is invited here.

Ey-Fa's chest began to pulse hard.

Be calm - and scold yourself.

From here on out, it's your fight.

Failure is never tolerated.

Never disturb.

Afterwards, dishes such as sweet confectionery were sifted, but the taste was no longer perceptible at all to Ai-Fa.

That's how I waited for all my guests to finish their meals - and finally, the door was knocked.

"We have brought the cooks of the emigrants!

It was the voice of the soldier, not the lowest surname.

The door opens slowly.

And that's when he showed up.

It was Asta.

Asta was unquestionably.

They make me wear white outfits that I don't recognize.

I haven't even worn a giva or grigi necklace.

Just a little, would the meat around your cheek have fallen off?

But no power has been lost from those black eyes.

Asta pulled her mouth together and glanced at her like she was trying.

And I saw more of Ai-Fa.

Its eyes open to surprise.

As if you saw something hard to believe, as if you doubt your sanity, your face will lose its expression.

And his eyes twirled the light of joy in his lid.

Only those eyes sparkled in the face of loss of expression.

... I finally got to see you.

... I missed you.

... in a life filled with despair, I was just biting off that thought.

Asta's eyes seemed to speak that way.

Or maybe that was Ey-Fa's own thought.

But that was good for both of us.

Ai-Fa and Asta are about to meet again.

This result was everything.

Ai-Fa's eyes show Asta's figure, and Asta's eyes show Ai-Fa's figure.

Anything else, it didn't matter.

"After all, there seems to have been no mistake"

Halfunconsciously, Ai-Fa said so.

"That is my family, Asta of Fa's house. Now that I know that, let me take you back here."

It's my family.

It's my asta.

Never give Asta to anyone else.

With only such thoughts in his chest, Ai-Fa turned to Lifreia in order to break the unforgivable fate.

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That's how I got Asta back in my hands.

Cycleus showed up in the middle of the questioning, but he didn't try to fight it for nothing.

He was angry at his daughter from the bottom of his heart.

It also seems to me that he watched with suspicion and vigilance, without saying goodbye, that the downtrodden Polearths would continue to pursue Leflaia's sins stubbornly.

He said he would say a few words of apology to the forest chief tomorrow.

He said that he would surely make atonement for his sins under the laws of Genos, even with regard to the three men who had extended themselves to evil deeds.

After all, this was a story outside Cycleus' strategy.

If the people of the woods had taken the sword, it could have been irrevocable noise.

But now, it didn't even matter.

Ai-fa was able to get Asta back.

"Um, could you two let me and my parents go while I get dressed?

Asta mentioned that, so we were to be alone in the enemy formation.

But you can't still lose me.

In a spacious room made up of grey stones, Ai-Fa quietly stared back at Asta.

"Ai-Fa......"

Asta still seemed to have lost herself.

Just those black eyes, with all sorts of emotions swirling.

Ai-Fa also tested Asta's body from top to bottom for any anomalies, while vigorously twisting the passion that seemed to overflow again.

It's all right.

I've lost a lot of weight, and nothing else makes a difference.

Ai-Fa secretly breathed, he said.

"... no hand wounds or anything like that anywhere?

Asta shakes her head blurry.

"Oh, as you can see, the body is better itself."

"... right"

Asta seemed kind of, like, a hell of a mess.

I guess I don't even know how to handle the emotions that flood into me.

I don't even know how to treat something like that, even to I-Fa.

You just have to get dressed.

That's how you get back to the woodland settlement - to Fa's house.

The joy of a safe reunion, should we meet at that time?

Otherwise, Ai-Fa was unlikely to feel any more restraint.

Yet Asta, not yet trying to shut up, has called out, "Ai-fa, I..." etc.

I'm just listening to Asta, and my reason is about to collapse.

So Ai-Fa shut Asta up, holding hands.

Get dressed - that's what I tried to say.

But my throat got clogged and I couldn't speak.

Vision distorts on the lid.

Against my will, tears rose.

I can't see Asta anymore.

I don't like it.

I want to feel Asta's presence closer.

It was the limit already.

It was impossible to discipline myself any longer.

That's how I realized that Ai-Fa had called Asta's name and had embraced her body.

Asta's warmth flows from all over her body into Ai-Fa's body.

This warmth.

I wanted this warmth.

"Asta......"

Ai-fa, I was crying.

Beyond one wall, even though the enemy soldiers and Polearths refrained, the feeling of fear of such things had also disappeared.

Is it something that makes people cry this way when they are too relieved?

That thought eventually flew out of my head, and Ai-Fa was crying.

He was raising his voice like a child and crying.

Even though I swore in front of my father, who fell before Gibba's fangs, that I would never expose myself to this nasty appearance again.

It's all Asta's fault.

Asta's presence rocks me so much.

"Asta... you big fool..."

Asta had said "sorry" over and over again, hugging me Ai-Fa with as much strength as she could.

You just have to keep your body like this and never leave again.

With that in mind, Ai-Fa cried.

So the days of disaster that came to Ai-Fa and Asta finally came to an end on the night of the fifth day.