Tilea's Worries

Holding an emergency meeting!

Commander-in-Chief of the Evil Gods Army. My decree made the Underground Empire a fuss up and down. I don't know how the pervert (Nielsen) told everyone, but the wicked army executives rush into the conference room.

You guys wanted to play with me so badly?

I'm nominally at the top of this group. But I haven't had a proper meeting with them since I came to King's Capital. Yes, I have never participated in a game called Evil Gods Army. Everyone can't help it. Except for this previous workout.

It's just bad for everyone, but I can't even play this time. The usual "Deploy!" or "Kill them all!" Not if you're saying so. "Life depends on the survival of the store. I want you to think seriously.

Not only do I have to hand out my lunch service voucher, but I also have to think about something else to rebuild - early!?

The executives were sloppily aligned while I was thinking about something. We all got together less than five minutes after I gave the order. You guys are really quick to act when it comes to play. Well, but this time, I'm gonna betray my expectations.

Evil army executives line up in the conference room. Looks like they're all waiting for my order. Tim and the others are looking at me full of expectations. From now on, I'm going to say, "I'm going to give orders to the heavens!" You imagine Nori like that.

Initially, Tim and the others insisted, "Sister, a military conference will begin, please attend". But I just started the store and it wasn't that close. That's why I left Tim and the others in charge. That face of Tim and the others, they're finally going to be able to play with your sister.

But I'm sorry, now, sister, it's a big pinch. Because if you're bad, you're in a bankruptcy crisis. Also, let's do a war on Manamana next time (Savage), right?

"Sit down first"

"" Ha. "

Together we shall be seated. It's a tight move. Looks a little like an army to me.

"Ohon, we got everybody together today because we need to talk about the store upstairs."

"Does that mean the store where Lord Tyrea is always cooked?

"That's right. The store is in a bankruptcy crisis. It's gonna crumble, so I need your opinion to rebuild it."

Faces that round my eyes to my words. As expected, he has a shoulder watermark attitude.

"Dear Tirrea, I'm afraid I heard that the store above is regularly funded by Ortizio..."

"You're right, but it's not profitable to be impudent..."

I say it myself and it drips away. You're in a deficit with all that financial assistance.

"Ortizio! I don't know if you're funding Tilea!

"Meh, that's not true either. I told Tyrea that the increase would be fine."

"Ortizio, excuses are good. Be prepared to imitate your sister's annoying hands."

"Hi. well, that's... but Master Tyrea..."

Tims blaming Ol for desperate excuses. No, no, you guys, blaming Ol there is a mistake. I'm the one most responsible.

"Stop, you guys. Because Orr has no sin. The problem here is not the amount of money invested. Sure, if you keep increasing the price, the store will survive. But the question is, why isn't it profitable if your current amount is too much?"

"I understand what Master Tyrea is trying to say. This is about Tirrea's pride."

Drewas makes a sharp point. You're right, no matter how rich Orr is, he can't stay sweet like this. I mean, it's too weird not to make a profit with my food.

"Mr. Drewas, that's just great. Understands my feelings"

"I'm afraid."

"Yes, I am confident that my cooking is clearly pulling out the others. And yet, there's no way your legs are there."

"I certainly can't solve that. The best dishes ever made by your sister without a body have been discredited, etc..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's better than the cooks in other stores."

Even I do hostile inspections. He went to the so-called thriving restaurant in Wangdu and tried the food. I was better on one or two than any cook. They don't say they're bad either. But he was a Class B cook at best.

"It's unforgivable that the great Tyrean is so downwind of other stores that it's just not cooking."

The pervert (Nielsen) looks angry. You seem to agree with me...

He's a pervert. What did you just say? He said it was just cooking!

I don't know what to say to you, to the employees of the store!

At work, perverts (Nielsen) are my men. He's not my boss's boss on the play he calls the Evil Gods Army. He's a subordinate with a clean employment relationship. Yet this guy made a hell of a tantrum about working for a cook. It is a serious act on the part of an employee.

"Neil!"

"Ha."

"Deduction ten!

"Hebushi no!

I hit a pervert (Nielsen) with a pencil accessory stationery I had by my side. It's like a teacher throwing a chalk at a poorly made student.

The pervert (Nielsen) lowered his head and fell in. Seems to have done quite a bit of critical damage. The pervert (Nielsen) does not try to get up while falling in.

Hmm, was throwing things just too much? Why don't you hit someone else with your own annoyance because you don't run a good store?

"Neil, I'm sorry. Was it okay?

"Ugg. Ha, ha, yes, no, no..."

The pervert (Nielsen) behaves in a temperament, but his legs are fluttering. Well, violence was still bad for the frail pervert (Nielzen). Let's wait for a while to recover.

A few minutes later...

The pervert (Nielzen) was finally able to sit slowly in his seat.

"Neil, are you okay now?

"Ha, no problem. So, what shouldn't I have done?

You don't know what you shouldn't do! Ha - Again, the pervert (Nielsen) is not aware enough to be an employee of the restaurant Belm.

"Neil, you're my man. Duh, duh, duh, duh, duh, duh.

"Of course it is. I am Lord Tyrea's loyal servant."

"Then be conscious as a subordinate. I run the restaurant. And what kind of mouth says about cooking? My men really don't want to get to work, they think they can rebuild the store!

"Ko, I'm sorry about this. Indeed, my remarks were contrary to Lord Tyrea's intentions."

"Well, think about it next time."

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Sigh, boy.

You have no other opinions?

Look around.

Hmm!? Edim is twitching something.

And......

"Oh, you know, Master Tyrea"

"Oh, Edim, do you have any opinions?

"Yes. Shall I give you an order to take care of all the people I overflow in the alley and go to the store?

Edim, seriously, don't be afraid to say anything. I wish this was a joke, but in Edim's case, it's horrible because it can run real life.

And it hurts my pride to force me to come to the store.

"Edim, are you licking me?

"No, no way"

"You know, the idea of making humans dependent and forced is the same as saying that I can't call guests in my dishes! Do you understand?

"Also, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... it was a shallow idea"

"Totally already, say something stupid like Neil until Edim... 'cause next time I'm gonna bump the cuckoo relentlessly"

"Yes..."

Then the violent opinions of Legionnaires continue, starting with Tim and Ol. I don't know what my dishes are worth, and I don't even have an opinion about killing all the citizens!

Phew, the ones who don't brace at all......

Still can't discuss it with the Sick Two patients? Even now, questions have arisen.

"Hey, does anyone have a decent and constructive opinion?

"Dear Tyrea, may I?

Break the silence you have had, Drewas, and you will raise your hand. That's a real hit.

"Go ahead, try to blow the argument."

"Ha. To my mind, Master Tyrea's dish is perfect in itself. The store deficit is due to other factors. There seems to be a problem with the location of the store, insufficient publicity, and pricing"

That's right, Mr. Drewas, I'm coming up with a decent opinion. I'm going to show you the difference from the others, even if it's the same middle-and-disease patient.

"Yeah, yeah, go on"

"Ha. This store is in the deepest, invisible position of West Street. There's even less publicity, and a lot of people won't even know the store exists."

"Oh well. It's pretty much behind us here."

"What's more, the pedestrian streets from the West Gate don't flow this far, they concentrate on the central market"

Could this be a stream of store travel? But with that said, come on. I can't move. There's a funding problem, but Ol and Edim are still in the nomination process. As a safe house, this is necessary, and the eyes must be avoided until most of them are laid down.

"Mr. Drewas, you can't move."

"Of course it is. This is also the best location to prevent secret leaks in your base. Moving the store is not preferred."

"I think so, too. Good luck with the publicity, then? Is there a pricing problem after that?

"Yes, it can be said for all dishes, but the price is too low. This doesn't even cover material costs, not profits."

"I thought at first the food was cheaper. But the cost of the materials is too high and the price is too high. Sir, I can't pay you. So I thought I'd make it a thin profit sales method or something and it was cheaper..."

"Dear Tyrea, why don't we turn our targets into wealthy people at this time? With this set price, it's not profitable if you can't expect to attract thousands of customers a day"

"Oh so much!? Uh-huh, but squeezing customers into the wealthy is a bit... I want a lot of people to eat their own dishes"

"I understand. It's all in Lord Tyrea's heart. Firstly, adjust the price and let Edim's family advertise the store."

"I see, that's a good idea!

Mr. Drewas, that's just great. From now on, Drewas and I will discuss this together. Don't waste your time.

"I will order the legions to procure the ingredients in order to cut the cost of the ingredients a little later"

"Sure, I'm buying ingredients in the market now, but they're definitely pulled out inside"

Drewas, in your opinion, I'm already pumping the "Like" button.

"Then I order the Second Division, which is on an expedition, to procure food."

"Chi, wait a minute. My second division works on a crusade and hiatus of neighboring settlements to raise money. Besides, it is not possible to undertake further grocery procurement."

Drewas, Ol rides himself out to disagree with one of your words. Orr is desperately busy appealing, but you, Drewas, will not accept.

"It's good to make weak noises, too. Come on! Ortizio, I'm not asking for this otherwise. I'm giving orders as an evil army staff officer."

"But..."

"Ortizio, come here. You're not going to show loyalty to everyone!

"Ortizio, if you want any more excuses, rip my mouth off, okay?"

Drewas, perverts (Nielsen) and Tim follow your ruthless words. You guys are a bit of ghosts.

"Ha, ha, hiku, wow, ok... Then let me take it, hiccup, take it..."

Ol can't stop crying. Oh, this pattern again? I'm telling you to stop bullying Ol...

"Keep it around, everyone."

"But you Ortizio are too -"

"Just shut up!

The face that silences me on my sword screen, and Ol looks up at me with a crying face.

"Hi, Hiku, and Dear Tyrea"

"Ol, I know you're out of King's Capital for a little while. At that time, I hope you finally find the ingredients that look good, bring them back."

"Hiku, and is it an ingredient..."

"Yeah, I wouldn't be forced to either if you said you couldn't. The matter is closed. I won't let anyone complain."

"Oh Lord Tyrea, what a sweet, everywhere great person you are..."

"Hehe, that's too much praise,"

"That's not true. I can't say enough."

That's what I said, and I got my usual back on track, Ol. Yeah, apparently you stopped crying.

"So, Ol, do you think we can procure ingredients?

"Ha. Wonder Ortizio, I'm so sorry to cry at this level of concurrent duty. I'll take care of it. I will definitely let you in on this."

"Yes, I hope so. Oh, but it's okay to crusade the settlement. Because I won't put that much pressure on you."

"Rest assured. Execute ingredient procurement as a top priority. I won't take the time to crusade the settlement. I will eradicate all residents, if that seems to happen."

"Oh, yeah. Don't put too much heat in your play."

"Hehe, it's certainly like playing for us, I understand. We'll handle it calmly."