Tsumi Kake Tensei Ryoushu no Kaikaku

Cor set foot in a brick building facing Crossport Boulevard with horror.

It is possible to know from the iron sign placed above the entrance that it is the headquarters of the Pavilion Union.

If Cole is in the position of head of the boarding union, it's a building that shouldn't have to go in frightened, but his original weakness is making him limp.

My daughter, who was looking at the cookbook at the reception where the family of the Crossport Inn and Kiosk were in charge around, looked up and caught Cole's hindsight as she fled to the materials room.

"Union president, please observe the rules properly"

Cole, who bounced his shoulder so victoriously as to be pathetic, looks back slowly.

"Ki, rule, is that it?

"Lodging pavilion unions are important for business, affection. See, say hello."

"Hello"

"Yes, hello"

My daughter speaks up again to Cole's hindsight as he tries to escape into the library in relief.

"What can I do for you today?

In response to Col looking back, his daughter laughs intimately and makes him put up a ledger.

Cole and I walked over to the reception and started filling out the ledger.

My daughter opens her mouth as she suppresses the edges so that the paper doesn't slip off.

"Have you ever eaten southern cuisine?

Cole looks up.

Speaking of the South, Count Sola's territory is itself the southern part of the Kingdom. I thought it was the local cuisine of the Orsk Islands, but that would be the island's, not the south.

My daughter also realizes that it was an elusive rhetoric, I say again.

"It's a southern sea, like coral or something."

I don't know. Cole wanted to cut the story out, but he answers honestly by rethinking that he was afraid of later when he lied.

"... there was a restaurant in Wang Capital serving southern cuisine from the New Jiyuz Country."

"Are you in?

When Cole shook his head, his daughter dropped her shoulders exaggerated.

Come on, ask me why, I can't ignore my airborne daughter, who just said, and Cole asks as she gives her completed ledger.

"What's wrong with Southern food?

"It's a hostile inspection. The Southern cooks are coming and they're putting out a stall. Looks like they're making sure what's for sale for the summer festival."

"Summer Festival......"

It was already such a season, Cole glanced up at the rain clouds from the window.

A summer festival that ends the spring flower festival and takes place during the hot summer months when the greenery deepens.

It is a festival with various stalls serving snacks and play, and it is a time to earn money for the boarding union.

It is no longer an exaggeration to call it war, as everyone brings up a blade and wields it.

Most importantly, the blade is a knife, and there are ingredients at the end of the shake.

"The union president is also in the development of new dishes?

My daughter turns her gaze to the library and asks.

"Yeah, well, that's the place. I have to prepare something that can only be eaten in Count Sola's territory."

In words, Cole feels depressed.

I remember why I had to develop new dishes.

"When I say specialty, it's only about ice plants and fish, right? At one point, it was tough when stupid officials mixed poison with rye flour."

My daughter drops her gaze on the cookbook and turns perky.

The book my daughter has had was pressed for a verdict indicating that it was a collection of pavilion unions.

"If it's material made back then, it's got a lot of interesting stuff on it. From the right to the second bookshelf in the materials room, and from the top to the second step, there is a book titled Attempts to Change the Texture of Fish Meat. I don't have an author name, but it's interesting to try a lot. You know what?

Col let his gaze wander. Knowing or nothing, he is the author himself.

He had sought to enrich the materials room and had voluntarily written up a number of books.

"Well, we don't have time, so here we go."

Cole cuts up the conversation and heads to the library to escape.

"I just wanted to talk to you a little bit more."

I could hear my daughter blurring from behind, but Cole quickened her legs without looking back.

There was always less room to enjoy a conversation with the opposite sex.

It's also supposed to be about the person feeding the new dish, not the development of the new dish that is really bothering Kohl.

"Why is Prince Wang coming to Count Sola's territory?"

I guess the letter that arrived under Sora this morning said the reason for the visit, but Col hasn't been taught.

The instructions given to Kor from Sola are to entertain Prince Wang, and he is required to make extensive use of items originating from Count Sola's territory.

Moreover, it is required that the dishes served to Chaff, the son of Count Trinen, are of a higher character.

It was a nasty order.

He also realized that Sola was a challenge, and he has undertaken to make dessert for me.

I had already written to the Marquis of Belze to import fruit in addition to malt, a raw material for water candy, and was trying to make a prototype.

Cor was concerned that the ingredients included cold weather used by Lyu in culturing the fungus, but saw how it was because it was what Sola would do.

"Using cold weather is likely to wear when stewed dust is served..."

With this in mind, Cole enters the library and looks at the bookshelf.

The inns and kiosks located in the territory of Count Sola are mostly affiliated with the Union and have the right to browse cookbooks, which are a shared property of the Union.

In addition, methods of cooking, etc., are constantly recruited and regularly compiled and distributed to union branches everywhere.

Membership in the Union is fairly high, as knowledge of the cuisine scattered throughout Count Sola's territory can be viewed.

Some bigoted shops refuse to join, but very few.

Because subscribers bring their knowledge of cooking, information about dishes that Cole doesn't know also comes in.

Cole pulled the menu chart of the luxury kiosk out of the bookshelf.

Not much time until Prince Wang comes to visit Count Sola's territory.

Keeping her temper up, Cole turned the menu table.