Tilea's Worries

Episode Five: The Genius Chef Shiro Cuisine Will Be Tried

Three days have passed since the village of Vegeta surrendered.

Everyone's eyes have become corpses that live in vain.

The Wolves (Fenrir) have never surrendered before, even after losing a battle. Because losing a local battle didn't mean losing a battle here.

But not now.

Hidden in Ortizio's overwhelming violence.

Everyone's anxiety seeped into their faces. Ortissio despises everyone in the village as livestock and does not treat them as warriors. Take the quay and tell him to even plow the fields.

Exactly slave.

Well, I was originally treated the same way as a slave. Whoever commands above will take his place, and that will not change.

I can't do much field work either. Ortissio and the others' physical exams bounced me off early. I just have to cook for everyone as usual. [M] For not having a fight, I might just feel a little easier.

The usual routine begins.

Okay, let's start by sourcing ingredients. Let's go get some vegetables.

Bear the backpack and enter the mountains outside the village.

On the way, I saw Ortizio.

Ortissio is positioned on a high ground in the centre of the village, overseeing everyone. Tough eyes.

"Work, work, livestock! You want to take a break or you want to skip it. Die then. You will judge your belly and apologize to Lady Tyrea."

Ortissio is flying the heat with his spit scattered.

Awesome......

I've heard some unreasonable orders below the chief so far, but nothing is more awesome than Ortizio's orders. 'Cause they've been waving a quack for over ten hours. No rice, only a small amount of water is allowed. No matter how strong the village warriors are, there will be limits.

Let even a grain of love reap more.

It's the word of the ghost Ortizio.

What the hell kind of monster is this Tilea who can follow Ortizio?

It would surely be a monster like the righteousness of power and destruction.

Ugh, I'm scared. I'm shaking just imagining it.

Well, it's none of my business. There is no such thing as a monster that is better than Ortizio than Vegetables than Giganto.

Oh, scary scary scary.

As I shook my head and tried to pass the spot,

"Can you do it? Ah!

Aja, a warrior from Vegeta Village, smacked Kwa to the ground and hit her with dissatisfaction. Aja is outraged by the removal of her fangs. That would be the case, too. Aja loves looting, but she extremely hates these plain tasks.

I guess that's how horrible Ortizio was to have had it so far, but he finally came to the limit.

Aja protests furiously.

"I'm not a farmer, I'm a warrior. Don't be ridiculous. I'll do the looting and everything and contribute to the Jassin army. Whatever it is for you, even women will be stripped from now on. - Grrr!

Ortizio didn't let Aja complain to everyone. Run over at divine speed and slap your fist in Aja's face. Aja has a crushed frog voice, pimples and cramps.

"Who told you to rest?" Now move your hands. "

Ortissio grabs Aja's chest and swings itchy.

Aja, you're already dead...

Everyone thinks so, but I can't put it in my mouth. Because no one can resist the absolutely powerful.

"Master Ortizio, he's already dead."

Instead Edim speaks for everyone and tells Ortizio. This is how Edim presents himself to Ortizio. I didn't know why a weak-looking girl like Edim was in the vicious Jassin army, no matter how aristocratic she was, but I understood it was necessary for her penetration into Ortizio.

"What? Do you have a guy dying on your own? Ah!

Ortissio threw away Aja. Aja's body swept far away, and as he rolled his epilepsy, he fell straight off the cliff.

Ahhh.

He was a crude, disgusting guy in the village, but I feel sorry for him when this happens.

Ortizio flies again when he snorts.

One or two of the beasts, living or dying, feels fine.

Life is light here.

One Ortizio mood leads to death. Everyone was afraid of Ortizio's sword screen.

I think I felt more or less the same as Aja, but I don't put dissatisfaction on my face.

I just got back to my place and started waving my quack.

Well, you don't want to die.

I'll go get the ingredients too.

Trying to get to a place with mountain vegetables,

Shiro, wait a minute.

Someone appeared to stop me. [M]

Looking back, a strong man stood. He has eyes that dwell on the flesh and intelligence of steel.

Oh, it's Mr. Gill.

I try to lay low in a hurry, but Mr. Gill controls it with his hands.

Mr. Gill works for Ortizio. However, he is a different and intelligent man from Ortizio. When I was about to be disposed of when I dropped a physical exam, I saved my life by saying that I also needed people to do chores. It is also thanks to this man that he now remains in the village as a cook.

"Shiro, do me a favor"

"Oh, yes, what is it?

"Now cook."

That being said, Mr. Gill took the ingredients out of the big bag he carried on his back and placed them on the ground.

Variances and large quantities of potatoes, vegetables, etc., roll.

"Oh, what the hell...? I'm going to have to cook everybody's dinner."

"I don't care about that"

I don't care...

The villagers, who haven't eaten anything since morning, have been waving their quacks for more than ten hours. I can't believe there's no rice here, there 'll be a riot.

"So, but if you don't cook rice, they'll piss you off"

I'm not about to get angry.

From previous experience, to say that there is no rice in front of the belly-up villagers so far would surely kill them.

"Well, who says who's angry?"

Mr Gill says with an open face.

Yes, it was. Now the inhabitants of the village of Vegeta are slaves of the Jassin army. There are no residents who can override Mr. Gill's orders.

"Okay. Are you sure you want to use this ingredient?

"Oh, yeah"

It's full of lustrous, lifelike ingredients. I've asked my grandmother. This would be the A-grade ingredient. I had never seen such fancy ingredients because it is a village that barely grows crops.

Take a plump and large potato. Wow. This is all nutritionally packed. Usually, ingredients are multiplied to concentrate nutritional value, but that is not necessary.

In the meantime, let's make the strength juice soup that we were trying to make for everyone in the village.

Remove the pan from the backpack and install a cooking table.

When I take the knife, I peel the potato and put it in the pan.

"I've been watching you the last few days"

I was taking soup stock, and Mr. Gill talked to me. He sits on a rock and stares at me.

"You're an excellent cook."

"Oh, thank you"

"I just want to take that to certainty"

"Are you sure..."

"Oh, you're cooking by the village guys, aren't you?

"Criteria?"

"That is. When cooking, the distribution is higher than the quality."

Mr. Gill, you're sharp. Everyone in the village is prone to frenzy when they are hungry. I was worried about cooking as much as I could make my stomach swell. Tastes delicious, but tastes like the lowest line. Because in the village's scarce food situation, it is difficult to combine taste and quantity.

"Exactly. The villagers had an appetite and needed the quantity anyway."

"Again. Now try to make gastronomy the main thing."

Gastronomy?

I mean, should I just make it delicious? Easy.

We usually have to devise ways to eat rotten, inedible things.

With this A-grade ingredient, I could just close my eyes.

Oh, no. This is the tough Jassin army. Perhaps there's a hidden intention that I can't even think about.

Gastronomy, gastronomy...... what do you mean?

With all these luxury ingredients, "gastronomy" can easily be superb.

There is no way that the Jassin Army exam is this easy.

Gastronomy, gastronomy......

When you're thinking about twisting your head tightly,

"Don't be nervous. Take it easy."

"Uh..."

"Hehe, don't be so scared. I just want to know your cooking skills. That's all."

"Yes, sir"

"But don't take your hands off me. Make it all you can. I want to see your true arm."

Mr Gill says with a scared face.

Out of hand in cooking...... impossible.

It was the power that brought me to life in the righteous village of Vegeta because I could cook.

Cooking is synonymous with dying, the only way I can survive, being out of hand in cooking.

As usual.

Even if Mr. Gill doesn't tell you, I'll do my best to cook. If you cook bad food, you die.

That's why I do my best.

Grandma, don't worry. Because I'm not dying.

And......

I made soup.

It is not a juice soup. Soup with a specific weight on gastronomy. It's Fortyaochian, an ethnic dish that even warriors who like to train on the smell of so delicious, are told to come leaving their training alone.

"Oh, uh, what do you think?

Mr. Gill says nothing.

I think of something all the time every time I sip soup.

I'm afraid of silence.

Could it have been a bad idea?

For once, I made it with all my strength...

And......

Mr. Gill, who drank all the soup, went out somewhere.

You said "well done" when you left, so I wonder if you got a passing score.

Then…….

I, for some reason, stopped being bullied by everyone in the village. [M]

Because Mr. Gill's colleagues always follow him in turns. It's like a guard the people are talking about.