180. Sword Instructor (4)
Iriel and Yuri stood far away, not even thinking about sitting down.
Glance.
Serena once.
Glance.
Then, once again, the grass—the food that was placed in front of my eyes.
Serena had a bright smile on her lips as if she couldn’t stand it because she was looking forward to today’s meal.
‘That’s wrong… … !’
Normally, Iriel would have shot Serena right away, but
Originally, how to be calm in front of real madness.
I had no choice but to find Zeke.
“Zeke, this isn’t… … ! How, how do you do it!”
“Ugh… … . Tea, I think I’d rather have the clear porridge we ate at Count Gilbert’s house… … .”
Two girls whispering to Zeke in low voices.
‘Let’s wait… … .’
Zeke closed his eyes and muttered.
This is all because of Serena’s ignorance, and mixing it here and there with the first taste was just a mistake.
Honestly, what could be wrong with Serena?
This flagship-worthy grotesque was all the fault of the saintess.
‘Yeah, actually, there have always been guys who make these strange foods on Earth… … . Mincho Chicken or Mincho Burger. Mincho Tteokbokki or something… … .’
Those foods that everyone gargles right after taking a bite.
Those foods that remind me of grassy taste from gargling and make me vomit.
Of course, Zeke had never spoken of any of them.
Because the companies weren’t really offering to sell the food.
It’s just nerds who aim for publicity effects that go up and down people’s mouths with noise marketing.
It was sometimes used as a punishment by internet broadcasters.
The damn grassroots crime was about to begin in a completely unrelated world.
Zeke managed to calm himself down and looked at Serena.
“… … Serena?”
“Yes, Instructor. hmm? But why are they all standing? Don’t sit down… … . Ho, do you not like these foods… … ?”
Serena crossed her index fingers and looked up at Zeke, wondering if she had made a mistake.
“… … no. Sit down.”
Seeing Serena’s weeping eyes, Zeke couldn’t bear to curse, so he sat down.
Then, Iriel and Yuri looked at it as if this was correct.
‘I know. Guys. Wait a minute. After he eats it, I don’t think it’s okay.’
With that in mind, I nodded, and Iriel and Yuri sat down like cattle being led to a slaughterhouse.
“Um, once I… … . Food with this color is a bit unfamiliar. Serena.”
“Oh, I bet! Iriel and Yuri tried it once before, but the instructor didn’t! Shall I taste it first?”
“I would appreciate it if you did.”
Zeke nodded his head coldly.
“Yeah—”
Serena grabbed a knife and fork and sliced the steak.
And I don’t know how the heck did it, but even the cross section of the steak was full of deep blue color.
Then, Serena takes a bite-sized piece of steak and brings it to her mouth.
filth—
filth—
Then he gulped down the steak.
Contrary to Zeke’s expectation that her expression would immediately rot, her eyes shone as if they contained starlight.
“Hwaa—. It tastes really strange! How can it taste like this? This one is really good too!”
Serena continued to eat as if the food she had made was delicious.
There was no awkwardness in her gestures, such as forced acting.
‘That’s… … . Is it delicious?’
When Zeke looked at him suspiciously, Serena suggested it again.
“Ah, I can’t help it that the color is unfamiliar. I understand. Instructor. I also thought it was strange at first. However, once you try it, it tastes really unexpected, doesn’t it? I hope the instructor will try this!”
‘Hey, Serena?’
“It tastes like swallowing a handful of cold chocolate! I hope the instructor will definitely try this!”
‘Why are you doing this to me… … .’
“Come on, come on. I want the instructor to try this.”
‘please’
As Zeke still seemed to hesitate, Serena sliced the steak in front of her and dipped it with a fork and held it out to Zeke.
“Hey, ah— do it.”
‘Why are you doing this to me… … .’
Zeke couldn’t look away from Serena’s expectant eyes.
Just like when confronting the bard of the master, Zeke glared at the mincho–steak with a serious face.
He slowly opened his mouth.
And just like that, Serena’s fork was pushed into Zeke’s mouth.
“… … .”
The intense mint flavor and sweetness that you feel as soon as the meat touches the tip of your tongue.
A feast of gravy that didn’t suit it at all.
As if it was not Yoheiden for nothing, the meat was of the highest quality.
It just doesn’t fit like crazy.
‘This is not something people will eat.’
Zeke, who finished his judgment in an instant, raised his concentration. Then it slowed down, as if time was passing slowly.
Right before the meat that went into your mouth was crushed between your molars.
Zeke raised the mana without anyone noticing and focused it on the tip of his tongue.
Blazing-
Steak blazing with blue flames.
The small but intense firepower left only ash in an instant.
Only the bitter burnt taste could be felt from the completely burnt meat.
‘Ah, I can eat any amount of this.’
well-
Seeing Zeke start to chew and swallow the food without a change in expression, Serena’s face was filled with anticipation.
Iriel and Yuri looked at each other with shocked faces.
“… … Well, definitely not bad.”
“Also! Yes!?”
Serena said happily when Zeke seemed to understand her taste.
“Um, but I personally think this would be much better as a tea rather than mixing it into food. The intense aroma covers the original taste of the food.”
Zeke said as he continued his meal casually.
Each time, the smoke from the burnt food in Zeke’s mouth tried to come out of his mouth, but Zeke swallowed even the smoke.
“Ah, that’s right! I didn’t think of that. original food… … . grassy… … . How to save those two… … .”
“No, from now on, I want my food to be given as food. But, sure… … . This is a delicacy that you cannot normally taste, so I think it would be good for Iriel and Yuri to taste it together.”
Zeke pulls in Iriel and Yuri, who had been sitting quietly saying that they could never die alone.
I glared at Zeke with eyes full of betrayal, but Zeke slightly turned his head away from their gaze.
The awkward balance between the cool taste of grass grass that they ate earlier during the day and the sweetness of playing completely separately came to mind in their heads, and they felt sick to their stomach.
It was like that with a cold drink, but how about a food that is still in progress and steam rises?
I was afraid to even dare to imagine.
“OMG… … .”
“Ugh… … .”
It was a time when I was hesitant in front of the black food.
“Wow, Prince… … ! Can’t you go in now… … !”
“I already know that Instructor Zeke Kleiman is here! It’s urgent!”
A voice I heard somewhere came from outside the door.
Suddenly—!
Rosnante, sweating profusely, opened the door and entered.
Yuri and Iriel looked at him as if they had seen the savior.
It was the first time Rosnante had been so welcome.
“Rosnante!”
“Second Prince.”
Iriel and Yuri jumped up from their seats at the same time as if they had matched and approached Rosnante.
“Did you come to see Zeke because you had something urgent? Then welcome!”
“We were still in the middle of eating.”
“Yeah, but… … .”
Rosnante hesitantly backed away, not expecting to be greeted by his sudden attack.
“Isn’t this a story that needs to be kept secret from the instructor?”
“Then we will vacate for a while.”
“Uh, there’s no need to covertly… … .”
Rosnante stuttered, but dismissed him.
“Uh huh. Where is your precious body?”
“No, you will definitely need to be stealthy. It’s not someone else, it’s the interview between the second prince of the empire and the instructor. There was no way he dared to be sick with the imperial family. It’s not even Ramielli Academy right now, is it?”
“Is that so… … ?”
Normally, they didn’t even treat Rosnante as a prince, but only at times like this, they were the kind of kids who got hit hard.
“therefore. Sit here.”
“Please sit down.”
“Ugh, ugh.”
Before I had time to organize my thoughts, Iriel and Yuri rushed around, leaving Rosnante helpless to sit down.
“Zeke. We can’t help it, but we’ll go out for a while.”
“Then, again later.”
Iriel and Yuri left their seats and went outside after such a brief greeting.
Rosnante sat in his seat with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
“Rosnante, Your Highness the 2nd Prince. What kind of country’s law is it to visit a woman’s house without saying anything in advance, and even invade the dinner table like this?”
Serena usually spoke in short language, but this time she respected her with honorific titles.
She was in a very bad mood because her long-awaited meal was interrupted.
Even at this important meal where he prepared his own special!
Rather, it was more frightening when he was formal, and his dry saliva went down the throat of Rosnante.
“… … mi, sorry But it was too urgent, so I couldn’t help it. I will make a formal apology for what happened next.”
“… … ha.”
Serena glared at Rosnante and sighed.
“So. Shall I go out too?”
“Oh no! I just came here because I had something to tell the instructor in a hurry. In fact, it’s related to you guys too, so I’d love to hear it, but it looks like it’s already gone.”
Rosnante glanced in the direction of the already closed door.
“yes… … . Rosnante, have you eaten for now?”
Zeke, who was sitting quietly, asked Rosnante.
“Oh, I haven’t eaten yet”
“Then let’s have dinner together and then talk.”
instead of pheasants… … chicken. Well. Zeke recommends things that Iriel or Yuri couldn’t bear to eat, called pigeons.
Rosnante’s head was full of things about the third prince, and the blue food in front of him hadn’t caught his eye yet.
“… … Umm… … ?”
Before long, Rosnante’s eyes, looking at the table, vibrated.
“Eh, what is this… … ! Isn’t this all spoiled food! Poetry, even such a vivid blue color… … ! There must be dangerous germs! Instructor! Have you been eating something like this?”
“… … .”
Zeke said in a panicked voice, but just stared at Rosnante without saying anything.
Rosnante’s eyes turned serious as if he noticed something at that calm reaction.
“… … Alas, this. It’s all ‘this way’ from the beginning. Since Instructor Zeke Kleiman is here, Iriel, Yuri, and even Serena… … . And this blue is like, the color of mana… … .”
Then Rosnante bites his lip as if he is indignant.
“This isn’t, so to speak, spoiled… … . Foods that have a positive effect on mana… … ! This is discrimination! To think that food that makes you stronger just by eating it is only served here!”
gulp.
Rosnante lifted a handful of pasta with a fork.
And then straight to the mouth.
“Oooh!”
Rosnante stuffed the pasta into his mouth and vomited as soon as he ate it.
He grimaced and writhed with a pained expression on his face, then gulp it down his throat.
“… … ugh!! After all, being strong isn’t easy! It tastes like beggar! I have never tasted such disgusting taste in my life!”
‘Yumma.’
thump
clap clap.
“How could there be such a terrible taste in the world! It would be better to chew the gym sand!”
‘Is that Rosnante?’
thump
slurp.
“But, if I can swallow this ordeal and become strong, then I can do anything like this!”
‘Hey, look to the side?’
clap clap clap
Rosnante’s tableware moved diligently.
At that time, Rosnante was in pain with repeated retching, but
His militant eating did not intend to stop.
Serena just stares at Rosnante, who moves a fork in her mouth without even eating.
Her eyes were gradually losing their light.
Eventually, Rosnante’s meal was over.
The blue food disappeared without a trace, leaving only empty dishes.
“… … Whoops. It’s really filthy tasteless.”
Rosnante belched and frowned.
“Um, is that so… … . I think it’s pretty edible.”
Zeke looked into Serena’s eyes and shrewdly added.
“Isn’t that pretty good food?”
“Is it worth eating? Are you okay? under! Instructor! These foods are arguably the worst I’ve ever eaten! Grab the street people and ask them! I’m sure some people will die from eating this food because it’s so distasteful! And this blue… … . How about a strange sweetness!”
Rosnante shook his head, saying that this was not the case.
His relentless criticism of his food went on and on.
“This sweetness and coolness don’t go well together, so Ilios and I should embrace each other and reconcile as soon as possible!”
“This blue color is so vibrant that I will even use it as an imperial dye! Instead, we should put up a warning not to eat it.”
“The disgust is so terrible that even garbage cans eat it and spit it out!”
“under… … . Your Highness Rosnante. I mean really… … . You’re just spitting it out of your mouth… … ?”
Just then, a voice filled with chills came from the side, enough to give goose bumps.
‘Ehh?’
Only then did Rosnante look around.
There was Serena, glaring at her with eerie eyes.
“If it doesn’t taste good, eat it or drink it… … . He pummeled everything like a pig like that… … . I beg your pardon… … ?”
Serena’s mouth was raised, but Rosnante’s instinct was blaring a warning light.
‘… … Fucked.’