You and me under the world tree

But in the end, she still didn't say that.

"I'm talking about Your Excellency the Sage." Finally, Hilda whispered.

"Your Majesty the Sage..."

When she heard this address, Nanna subconsciously straightened her body.

Immediately afterwards, her eyes moved to the campfire.

But at this moment, the sage was no longer there, which made her stunned.

And the next moment, the man's voice sounded beside her.

"The soup is done."

Without much deterrence, and without the kind of temperament that even the gods would be afraid of, Huo De just put the big pot of broth on the table with a smile.

After all, it is not a formal banquet now.

Strictly speaking, now it is just a few friends who know each other get together to chat and drink, and remember the past.

Although it is indeed strange that this kind of thing happened to a few young people who are not even 30 years old, but now they do have the kind of capital to remember the glorious years of the past.

Whether it's Ragnar who has retired and lived in seclusion, or Siegfried who is the king, or even Hevale who is in charge of one legion, the same is true.

Everyone is from the army, and in the midst of fighting, their personalities will inevitably become rougher.

"Come, come, the first bowl is mine."

Just when the broth was completely on the table, Siegfried took the lead.

But just as he was about to hold the huge spoon, his hand was immediately slapped back by the sage who was the chef.

"Ouch!"

"At any rate, let's talk about the most basic etiquette."

Then, under Siegfried's resentful gaze, Hodder first filled out two bowls of broth, and then handed them to Ragnar and Lagoza.

This is the most basic table manners in the atrium world.

No matter how rough the process is, Ragnar and Lagosa are the masters of this place after all, and it is inevitable to give them the first bowl when they have dinner and dinner at their home.

But even though the truth is true, the kid Siegfried still showed a childlike expression.

Perhaps it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine.

The man who was hailed as 'the example of youth' and 'lord of hosts' would have this childlike look.

But this is understandable after all, after all, no matter what, the person with the highest seniority here is the sage.

No matter how high Siegfried's achievements are, he will always be just a brat in front of the sage of Volsung.

"Okay, close your eyes."

Finally, Hodder handed him the bowl of broth.

And after that, the Lord of Armies smiled happily.

"I'm going to get the bread."

While the sage was serving the broth, Ragnar spoke.

Immediately afterwards, he walked into the house.

At the same time, Huo De walked towards the rough stove directly after sharing the broth.

At this moment, Nanna couldn't help showing a look of astonishment.

"That, Your Excellency the Sage?"

Before Huo De could take a few more steps, a question from Her Royal Highness came from behind him.

However, the moment his gaze moved over, she couldn't help but panic again.

I don't know when it started, she didn't even have the courage to look him in the eye.

So soon, when Howard looked at her, she turned her eyes away.

"Well... that's the one, don't you want to eat it?"

After a while, she finally held back a question.

"I'm not in a hurry." He replied calmly, "I'll make something else, after all, I can't starve that little guy."

brat……

When Hodder said that, Nanna couldn't help but cast her eyes on the only child present.

At this moment, little Ivar has returned to his mother's arms.

At this time, Lagoza didn't have the decisiveness to kill on the battlefield at all. She was no different from other mothers, and she was even more gentle.

She scooped up the broth just out of the pot with a wooden spoon, then blew it gently, and fed it to the child Ivar after it cooled down.

"Kids can't drink soup all the time, I'm going to get some mashed potatoes or something."

"Then I too..."

"?"

At first Nanna might have wanted to say something more.

But when she met Huo De's eyes, her voice subconsciously quieted down.

And it was such a performance that inevitably made Hilda beside him sigh.

Then, she patted her shoulder lightly.

"Stand up, Nanna."

"Eh?"

Then, before Nanna could react, she pushed gently, pushing Nanna who stood up subconsciously out.

"wait??"

Because of being pushed by Hilda, Nanna suddenly lost her balance.

It wasn't until she took a few steps forward that she settled down.

However, when she turned around, she saw Hilda's smile.

"In fact, Nanna said before that she had learned a little cooking, so she wanted to help out, but she was too shy, so she couldn't say anything."

"Ah... um."

And at this point, she couldn't just deny it, so she could only nod like a fool.

"Then do me a favor and get rid of the potatoes?"

"Ah good……"

Chapter No.16: There is no freedom in the world

For a moment, a gleam of joy suddenly appeared in Nanna's heart.

Although Hilda didn't discuss the remarks with her before, it was completely self-assessed.

However, Hilda wasn't just talking nonsense there.

Unlike ordinary people, princes and princesses from the royal family can freely choose their hobbies to a certain extent.

Especially the lower down royals...

Because unlike the eldest son and eldest daughter who are destined to inherit the throne, their education is actually easier to some extent, so they have more rights to choose.

And Nanna yearned for the heroic stories told by bards since she was a child.

However, the stories narrated by the bards in the atrium world are actually carved out of the same mold, and the lines are full of hints from the kings and lords.

For example, those powerful heroes basically don't like to participate in court struggles within the kingdom.

If you think about it carefully, you are just an idler, and you will play a role on the battlefield.

And more importantly, most of them ended up in seclusion.

Sounds wonderful doesn't it?

Not bound by the secular world, nor troubled by those palace factors, and live together with the one you love.

Bard stories have always been so romantic.

In addition to describing the grand scenes of war or hunting monsters, they will also pay attention to the interaction between the protagonist as a "hero" and his wife.

The idyllic scenery of seclusion has always fascinated the girls in the court or those who are well-clothed and well-fed—not because of anything else, because it is something they have never been exposed to.

After all, girls can only see the romantic part from these stories.

And Nanna is obviously such a person, because she is completely the heir at the bottom of the line, and the education she has received has always been extremely loose.

Not only her parents, but even the teachers in the palace didn't have too many demands on her.

And Nanna, who has been obsessed with this kind of story obviously fabricated by bards, of course yearns for that kind of life.

Not to mention other things, she herself has indeed honed her cooking skills.

Of course, this kind of cooking doesn't mean that one can become a master chef, but it doesn't mean that one can cook dark dishes either.

Nanna, at least, is impeccable in terms of handling the ingredients.

At this moment, she is mashing the peeled and boiled potatoes into a puree, and she looks extremely careful.

Things like mashed potatoes can be said to be the simplest thing.

In fact, because of the difference in personal taste, mashed potatoes can be combined with the materials at hand to make several different flavors.

However, this mashed potato is not for adults after all.

People like Ragnar, Siegfried, and even Hilda, because they are young, and because they are fighters, their physical strength is relatively serious.

So in terms of taste, they are actually a little bit heavier.

If you want mashed potatoes as a staple food, you must have pepper gravy.

But now, after all, Hodder and the others are not making food for adults, but for Ivar, a weaned child.

The requirements are naturally incomparably light.

So Nanna didn't do any other processing at all, just poured in hot milk and started stirring.

And when she felt that it was almost the same, she finally set her sights on the simple sage.

At this moment, that man is busy with his own affairs.

He is cutting meat...

Of course, what he cut was not wild boar, but the beef stewed before.

Because Huo De wanted to save trouble before, it was not so much the kind of "slow fire and slow cooking", it was better to say that he turned on a high fire to quickly make a broth.

Although the soup cooked on the extremely violent flames is equally delicious, it is not without cost-the magic beef as the main ingredient has hardened.

And thinking that it would be a pity to discard it, he sliced ​​the large piece of meat, and then made the sauce.

"Do you need to steam it again?"

And just after Hodder finished the work at hand, Nanna finally mustered up the courage to ask the first sentence.

Well, that's right.

This was the first sentence she asked after approaching.

From washing and peeling the potatoes to boiling and crushing them, she hadn't been able to say a word to him.

On the one hand, it was because she was still a little shy, and on the other hand, Hodder's aura was too strong.

Although he always looked relaxed and casual, Nanna was also embarrassed because he had no intention of talking to him.

Even, until she opened her mouth to ask those words, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

Because she always felt that she had done something wrong.

In her impression, babies who have just been weaned should not eat food that is too strong, but they should also be concerned about nutrition, so she simply mixed it with milk.

"Also, I don't know how much the child eats..."