Cooking with Wild Game (LN) - Volume 22 - Chapter 1.1

Chapter 1: Study Session in the Castle Town

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On the continent of Amusehorn, the months were denoted by colors. The year began with the silver month, and then cycled through the brown, red, vermilion, yellow, green, blue, white, gray, black, indigo, and violet months, for a total of twelve.

However, once every three years, a special gold month was inserted between the silver and brown, giving those years thirteen months. Leap years existed back in my old world too, to adjust for the shifts in the calendar that built up over the years because of the orbits of the Earth or the Moon. Since the coming year was a leap year, the gold month would begin once the silver one ended.

I first started living at the settlement at the forest’s edge back on the twenty-fourth of the yellow month. However, I didn’t learn that date until a good bit later. It wasn’t until the blue month, after the yellow and green months had already passed, that I found out about the local calendar system.

At any rate, by the end of the violet month, I had lived here at the forest’s edge for over seven months.

On the twenty-fourth of the yellow month, I had met Ai Fa. Several days later, Rimee Ruu had visited the Fa house, which had led to me forming bonds with the members of the Ruu clan. Then the green month had rolled around, with the Rutim wedding being held in the middle of the month and my post town stall opening in the last third. I had met a ton of people who would become important to me during that month, such as Kamyua Yoshu, Tara and Dora, Milano Mas, Yumi, Shumiral, and “Pops” Balan.

Then, in the blue month, there had been the turmoil with the Suun clan, during which I had met Naudis, Nail, Diel, and Jeeda. Shumiral’s Silver Vase and Pops’s construction group had also departed around that time. The clan head meeting had been held back at the forest’s edge too. With all that had happened, the blue month really stood out in my memory.

However, the white month that followed had been just as tumultuous, with my abduction to the castle town and the showdown with Cyclaeus. It had also been when I had become acquainted with Duke Marstein Genos and Polarth of the house of Daleim, as well as Mikel, which had made it a real turning point.

After that, the conflict with the Suun clan and the house of Turan had settled down, and the gray and black months had turned out to be relatively peaceful. I had spent that time focusing on pushing my business forward, and toward the end, I met Myme and Varkas.

During the indigo month, I had visited the Daleim lands and the neighboring town of Dabagg for the first time, and then we had opened the outdoor restaurant. As I recalled, the massive giba known as the lord of the forest had also been taken down with the help of the Sauti clan on the final day of the month. Then the sun god’s revival festival had been held in the violet month, closing out the year.

Looking back, the last seven months had been really turbulent. However, the days ahead were sure to be super busy too.

Even just considering the near future, Shumiral’s Silver Vase would be returning to Genos around the end of the silver month, and after the gold month, we were going to enter into a two-month rainy season. But before all that, there were some things I had promised to do for my acquaintances from the castle town, the Gamley Troupe were still hoping to capture a live giba, Lem Dom’s trial to become a hunter hadn’t been resolved yet, and Dora was making arrangements for his family to visit the forest’s edge... Plus, the Fa clan would soon be entering a break period, and we were planning to hold a festival of the hunt together with the nearby clans. That would be happening sometime in the silver or gold month, so long as there were no major changes in the way the giba were migrating around in the forest.

It was hard to imagine ever feeling bored with this much going on. Now I just had to start tackling the jobs ahead of me one by one.

It was currently the fifth day of the new year—the fifth of the silver month—and we were on our way to the Genos castle town to handle a not-so-small job.

“Thank you so much for going out of your way to invite someone like me, Asuta,” Myme called out after transferring to our wagon from the one she had ridden to the castle gates in, as we were heading toward the former Turan manor, which was now used for welcoming esteemed visitors. Varkas had told us he wanted to observe Myme’s skills, which Mikel had agreed to surprisingly easily.

However, Mikel had firmly refused to come along, despite having been invited, and I hadn’t been inclined to try to persuade him to change his mind. Though he had once been a famed chef, Cyclaeus had cruelly taken his ability to cook from him. All things considered, I didn’t feel that it was my place to say anything.

“We’re visiting today so we can check out some new ingredients, and you’re also going to be teaching the chefs from the castle town how to make your fuwano recipe, right, Asuta? I can’t see how I’ll be any help. Is it really okay for me to come along?”

“You really don’t have to worry so much. Polarth’s the one managing everything, and he’s very understanding. He’s been looking forward to trying your cooking too.”

Myme was bringing along some of the dish she had been selling in the post town during the revival festival. Though her cheeks were flushed red with excitement, she also looked a bit worried.

“But it’s not like I can use as many different ingredients as you... The nobles won’t get angry at me for feeding them such a shabby dish, will they?”

“Are you calling it shabby because the ingredients don’t cost all that much? You have nothing to worry about. Polarth is a noble, but he isn’t the type to judge a dish solely on the ingredients it uses.”

Still, Myme’s father had suffered greatly due to the outrageous acts of a noble. The look on her face was as innocent as ever, but she didn’t appear to be completely free of worries. Overall, though, she seemed shockingly peppy, considering her circumstances and her young age. Reina and Sheera Ruu were probably much tenser than her over in the other wagon right now. They would be presenting a dish today as well: the teriyaki stew they sold in the post town. Varkas had been really harsh when he had tried the stew they had made last time, and now they were going to ask him to sample their cooking again.

But honestly, that was just a bit of personal business between us and Varkas. We still weren’t permitted to enter the castle town for that kind of reason alone, though, so if we ever wanted to interact with Varkas, we had to add our request to something the nobles were asking of us, as we were doing today.

Still, Polarth was in charge and had approved eagerly, so we were heading to the castle town with a fairly big crowd in tow. That included me, Myme, Reina Ruu, and Sheera Ruu, plus Toor Deen, Yun Sudra, and Rimee Ruu, who would be our cooking assistants, as well as Sufira Zaza, coming along as an observer. Six hunters were also coming with us, including Ai Fa, Ludo Ruu, Dan Rutim, and three others related to the Ruu whose names I didn’t know. The Ruu clan’s break period had ended on the second of the silver month, so the rest of their hunters would be out in the forest by now.

Incidentally, we did still have a couple guards protecting us while we were working at our stalls too, since Donda and Jiza Ruu had decided that even with the sun god’s revival festival over, there were still a good number of outsiders in the post town, so it was important to exercise caution until things calmed down. However, with the break period over, subordinate clan heads like Rau Lea and Giran Ririn were now busy managing their own houses, so they could no longer act as guards. Even so, Donda Ruu was definitely still showing us favor by sending especially distinguished hunters like Ludo Ruu and Dan Rutim to accompany us.

Then you had Ai Fa. She had injured her ribs in the battle with the lord of the forest, but had finally stopped wearing bandages around her chest and had begun training to rebuild her strength as a hunter.

Any time she wasn’t acting as a guard, she was out climbing trees and swinging her sword, constantly putting her all into her workouts. With a break period coming up, Ai Fa was showing some serious drive to get back to work before it arrived.

Then, once Ai Fa was back to normal, it would be time for the bout with Lem Dom. Would she succeed in defeating Ai Fa in a contest of strength, with her future as a hunter on the line? Well, regardless of the result, her days of helping out with prep work for our business would soon come to an end.

“Now that I think about it, weren’t the leading clan heads invited to the castle town today too?” Yun Sudra suddenly asked, tirelessly staring out the window.

“Yeah, but they’re coming later, and to a different location entirely, so we won’t be seeing them.”

Today was the day that came once every three months, when the leading clan heads were summoned so that their reward money could be handed over to them. This would be the second such time this had happened since Melfried had taken over from Cyclaeus as the arbitrator between the castle and the people of the forest’s edge.

Ever since Melfried had taken on the role, it had become an event not only for handing over money, but also for both sides to formally discuss their complaints and requests. I was honestly a little curious about what sort of topics would be brought up this time around.

I guess first up will be the matter of reconciliation with the house of Saturas. And I wonder if our side will bring up the thing with the Gamley Troupe.

At any rate, I prayed that the bond between Genos and the forest’s edge would only grow stronger.

Oh, and Darmu Ruu and Gazraan Rutim were both going to accompany them. Darmu Ruu would be serving as Donda Ruu’s attendant, while Gazraan Rutim would be joining in as a special advisor. The Rutim clan head had displayed his skills as a negotiator during the matter with Cyclaeus, so he had been invited to join in this meeting as well.

Whenever the head of a main house had to step away from hunting work, the next clan head would take charge of that task. That obviously meant Jiza Ruu in the case of the Ruu clan, but the Rutim clan head was still a young man and didn’t have a child yet, so that meant some other close relative had to fill in... For the Rutim clan, that meant the second son of the main house, apparently.

“The Fou and Beim clan heads will be going too, right? I’m really looking forward to hearing about it when they get back,” Yun Sudra said.

“That’s for sure. But we may actually be the last ones to arrive back to the settlement. After all, we have a lot of work on our hands,” I noted.

Inspecting new ingredients wasn’t our only task for the day. I also needed to explain the recipe for my black fuwano dipping soba to the chefs of the castle town, and on top of that, we had made arrangements to have Varkas try some cooking made by Myme, Reina and Sheera Ruu, and me, so our schedule was going to be pretty packed. It was currently half past the lower first hour, and the leading clan heads wouldn’t be having their meeting until the lower third hour, but I still strongly suspected that it would take us longer to get back.

“We closed the stalls early today, so we’ve got to make sure this trip is worthwhile. But I’d say that meeting with Varkas and the others and hearing their opinions will be pretty valuable by itself.”

“Yeah. The customers in the post town sure did look disappointed,” Yun Sudra replied with a giggle, making her gray-brown side ponytail sway.

We had closed up shop an hour earlier than usual. Actually, we had originally planned on taking the day off entirely, but that had really made our customers protest.

The folks who came to visit Genos for the revival festival would generally stay and rest until the third of the silver month, then head back home or to a different town. But even now on the fifth, a fair number of them were still around.

“You just took the day off, and now you’re going to do it again?!”

“I was planning to enjoy your food on my way out of Genos tomorrow! This is ridiculous!”

Faced with a deluge of such complaints, we had refrained from skipping work after all, instead staying open until we came as close to the end of our usual business hours as possible.

Though the number of customers we got was decreasing day by day, we were still selling over a thousand meals each time we opened. On the first business day of the new year in particular, we’d had to close up way ahead of schedule because we had run out of food. Even with the revival festival over, it seemed we couldn’t let our guards down until all the visitors had finally left.

“Ah, looks like we’re here!” Yun Sudra excitedly proclaimed as the totos-drawn carriage finally came to a stop.

The door in the rear swung open, and a soldier who had been assigned to escort us peered inside.

“We have been anticipating your arrival. Please take care when stepping down.”

Following the soldier’s instructions, we stepped down into the stone-paved inner garden. Reina Ruu’s group and the hunters guarding them were also exiting the carriage beside us, with Ludo Ruu being one of them. “Huh? There sure do seem to be a lot of soldiers around today. Is there a reason for that?” the young hunter asked.

“Indeed. There are a great many noble guests currently staying at this manor, so security is especially strict.”

“Hmm. There weren’t nearly this many the last time we came here, though.”

When I looked around, I found that he was right. There were roughly ten or so guards scattered around in the inner garden. Two of them had been assigned to be our guides, but were the rest of them there because of us too?

They looked to be dressed and equipped a little differently than the usual soldiers guarding the manor. Instead of being armed with ornamental spears, they each had two blades hanging by their hips, one long and one short. Their neat and trim uniforms included chest plates and bracers with emblems on them, and appeared to be both lightweight and highly practical.

They were most likely members of the militia. Now that their corrupt previous leader, Ciluel, had been replaced, we could be sure they weren’t a threat to us, but we didn’t often see them around, which made them feel strangely imposing. I also noticed that Ludo Ruu was appraising the soldiers with a doubtful look in his eyes, probably thinking the same thing I was.

“Do you have some sort of special guest here today? Asuta and the others are only supposed to be meeting with Polarth, right?”

“We’re simply following the orders of our superiors...” the young soldier hesitantly replied, right before a middle-aged soldier who looked to be a little higher in rank came rushing over.

“Why, if it isn’t our guests from the forest’s edge. Please, allow us to guide you in.”

“Before we do that, could I get an answer to my question? I’m responsible for the safety of our chefs, after all.”

Jiza and Darmu Ruu were both absent, so as the youngest son of the main house, Ludo Ruu was in charge here. He repeated his question, and the older soldier nodded with an “Ah...” before leaning in close. “Lord Polarth of the house of Daleim said that he wishes to discuss that matter with you directly. He has already arrived, so please, come this way...”

Though his response wasn’t exactly concerning, it did feel evasive. However, after sending a silent signal to the other hunters with his eyes, Ludo Ruu did follow the soldier inside as requested.

“What’s going on? This feels different than usual,” I whispered to Ai Fa.

She quietly nodded back to me. “Indeed. I do have some idea as to what might be going on, but if Polarth is going to offer us an explanation, then we should simply wait to hear it.”

Ai Fa was more cautious by nature than Ludo Ruu, so hearing her say that really put me at ease. It meant that nothing had set off her danger sensor just yet.

As we stepped into the building, we were greeted by a line of pages, just like last time. The servants then silently took possession of the luggage we offered them.

After that, we headed to the bathhouse, with an astounding ten guards crowding around in order to accompany us. It was clear now that something was off. Did they think they needed to provide us with more protection after that incident between Geimalos and Shin Ruu or something?

But the house of Saturas is supposed to be trying to make peace with us. I can’t imagine Leeheim or anyone else in his family ignoring Marstein’s will and trying to do us harm at this point...

At any rate, for now we just needed to meet up with Polarth as soon as possible, so we hurriedly cleansed our bodies and then headed for the kitchen.

“Ah, I’ve been waiting for all of you from the forest’s edge. I am truly glad we were able to reunite so soon.” Polarth greeted us with a smile just inside the kitchen. I could see a few chefs farther in as well. Polarth had a pair of soldiers stationed beside him, just like always, and as he stood there with his usual bright and cheerful smile, I stepped forward to speak as the representative for our group.

“Sorry for the wait. So, is anything going on?”

“Well, we’re just seeing to some preparatory work here...but first and foremost, I believe I owe you all an explanation.” On Polarth’s order, the door was shut, leaving Dan Rutim and a hunter whose name I didn’t know outside the kitchen with the ten soldiers. “There have been quite a few men on guard duty today, haven’t there? I hope that you haven’t found their presence unsettling.”

“All I want to know is why you’ve got so many of them around. Is today some sort of special day?” Ludo Ruu asked.

However, Polarth just shook his head, “Not at all. There’s nothing special about it in the least. The nobles staying here in the manor are all spending their time relaxing and reminiscing about the revival festival. However, they did put in a request that security be tightened...”

“Okay, so what’s their deal? Are they connected to those Saturas guys in some way?”

“No, they have all traveled here from other lands. This manor is where we host our noble guests, after all. Put simply, the issue is that they are anxious about the presence of hunters from the forest’s edge armed with blades.”

So those soldiers were here not to guard us, but to guard others from us?

Still smiling brightly, Polarth lowered his voice a bit and said, “You people of the forest’s edge are honest and virtuous, so would you allow me to speak directly as well? You see, news of the incident from the other day has reached the ears of those staying here, and has caused them to become a bit uneasy. They’ve started thinking that the soldiers we have on guard duty would be of no use whatsoever if any hunters from the forest’s edge felt like making some sort of trouble.”

“Huh? We have no reason to just go around attacking random strangers.”

“That much is obvious. However, visitors from elsewhere may have all manner of worries, and unlike us, they haven’t actually met any people of the forest’s edge,” Polarth said, his smile growing even brighter. “And, well, nobles and wealthy merchants tend to be cowards. Increasing the number of guards to ten wouldn’t change a thing if they were forced to deal with hunters from the forest’s edge, but it’s a small price to pay to put our guests at ease.”

“You’re a noble too, aren’t you? You don’t feel scared at all, even when faced with this many hunters?”

“That is because I trust you. But the nobles of Genos have betrayed your trust twice now, with all of Cyclaeus’s iniquity and Sir Geimalos’s deceit from the other day. On the other hand, you people of the forest’s edge have not broken the law in the castle town even once. In light of all that, how could we possibly harbor doubts about your earnestness at this point?”

Ludo Ruu finally looked satisfied and grinned back at Polarth. “Sorry for making such a fuss, then. It’s just that my old man left me in charge of the guards.”

“Think nothing of it. We are the ones acting rudely, so it is only natural for you to feel cautious. But this kitchen is the most suitable for what we will be doing today, so we couldn’t exactly switch to a different location,” Polarth replied, gesturing behind him. “Now then, why don’t we collect ourselves and get started? Could we ask you to begin by instructing our chefs on the dish in question, Sir Asuta?”

“Yes, of course.”

We followed Polarth as he walked toward the middle of the room, where a whole fifteen chefs stood waiting. Six of them I recognized: Yang, the head chef of the house of Daleim; Timalo, the head chef of Selva’s Spear; and Varkas’s apprentices, Bozl, Tatumai, Shilly Rou, and Roy.

“Welcome, Sir Asuta. Would you allow us to observe as well?” asked Bozl, Varkas’s large apprentice from Jagar.

“Of course. Actually, is Varkas still not here yet?”

“He is not. It seems he wishes to avoid seeing too much of how this dish is prepared, as he does not want it to influence him when he is making shaska.”

In the near future, Varkas was planning to start offering a dish from Sym called shaska, which was apparently some kind of noodle. I was really curious about what sort of dish it might be.

Bozl then turned to Myme with a bright smile. “Ahh, it has been some time since I last saw you, though... Do you perhaps remember me?” he asked, and the young girl quickly bowed her head. One time, when Bozl had come to the post town on business, they had come across one another at the stalls.

“Yes! You’re one of Varkas’s apprentices, correct? When Asuta told me later, I was really surprised.”

Bozl and Myme smiled at one another. They were both pretty friendly and sociable people. Meanwhile, Roy and Shilly Rou were observing from off to the side.

Roy had tasted Myme’s cooking once before, so he must have known she wasn’t someone he could ignore. Shilly Rou was staring at Myme with a gaze that was just as intense as the one she had sent my way when we had first met. It seemed she had heard about Myme’s reputation from Bozl, and was now fully alert and laser-focused on the young chef.

“Aside from Sir Varkas’s apprentices, all of these chefs run shops in the castle town. I would like you to begin by teaching them how to make your black fuwano dipping soba,” Polarth stated.

“Right.” I nodded to him.

The majority of the chefs in front of me were middle-aged men, with Timalo front and center. I couldn’t help but tense up at the thought that I needed to act as an instructor for such a dignified group.

“This is Sir Asuta of the Fa clan, a chef from the forest’s edge. He has been helping us find a good way to sell the black fuwano Genos is purchasing from Banarm. As you have already been told, he comes from overseas and knows cooking techniques unheard of here in Genos. We wish to have all of you adopt these techniques and work to create your own delicious fuwano dishes.”

All of the chefs were clad in white or light-gray attire, and though their faces weren’t showing much emotion, they all bowed to me.

I had continued developing not only the black fuwano dipping soba, but also the condiments using white mamaria vinegar. However, they apparently didn’t need any lessons on the latter, since they were already working with them. I was definitely curious to know what they thought about learning from and copying me, but all of us were here doing this because the nobles had directly requested it of us. We didn’t have much choice but to devote ourselves to the task at hand.

“I’m Asuta of the Fa clan, a person of the forest’s edge. As you can see, I’m still inexperienced myself, so I’m sure I’ll come up short in a variety of ways. But even so, I look forward to working with you. Why don’t we go ahead and get right to work?”

The necessary ingredients had already been gathered at my work station. Polarth had even made arrangements to have a supply of poitan flour available, since it wasn’t usually stocked in this kitchen.

I had Toor Deen prepare a sample, as she was the most skilled at making noodles. The idea was that she would demonstrate the method, they would follow along, and I would offer detailed advice. The other women would act as assistants, helping to divide up and distribute the necessary ingredients.

As Myme was just a guest and Sufira Zaza just an observer, they moved to stand off to the side next to the hunters and watched us as we worked. Polarth and Varkas’s apprentices did the same. With all eyes on us, we started with the first step of preparing the dough.

“You want four parts of black fuwano to one part poitan, and an amount of water equal to about half the weight of your solid ingredients. You can use these bowls to roughly measure everything out.”

“Four parts black fuwano, one part poitan, and half the weight of the solid ingredients in water, correct?” a voice suddenly called out from behind me, causing me to turn that way in surprise. A fairly young man was standing there holding a large wooden plank like a drawing board.

“Um, what are you doing, exactly?”

“Ah, yes. My job is to write down your instructions on how to prepare this dish.”

Looking carefully, I noticed a stiff piece of paper like papyrus was stretched out across the board, and the man was holding a writing brush. At his hip, he had a wooden tube filled with black ink. These were tools we didn’t see very often in the post town. Actually, writing only seemed to be used there for shop signs and wanted posters.

I see... I was a little worried about whether I’d be able to get the recipe across properly in a single day, but if they’re taking notes, that’s a big relief.

A written recipe explaining the amounts, the heating time, and any other necessary details would ease the burden on the chefs quite a bit.

Actually, I’m getting kinda jealous. If the women of the forest’s edge could take notes like that too, we could have everyone learn recipes way quicker.

Would it be possible to introduce that to the forest’s edge as well? Using a knife to carve text into a plank would certainly work. If I could just learn the west’s letters and numbers, then we could leave accurate records of not just my recipes, but Sheera’s and Reina Ruu’s too for future generations to enjoy.

Learning to write would definitely be huge. If everyone from the forest’s edge is interested, we could take our time trying to figure it out, I thought to myself while continuing with my lecture.

We added the water and kneaded the resulting dough, then while it was resting, we set about preparing the soup base. We made our stock using dried fish and seaweed, which needed to boil for a while. As we were waiting for it to finish, though, Tatumai leaned in and whispered to me, “The soup you prepare is wonderfully delicious, Sir Asuta. However, dried fish and seaweed are scarce ingredients that have to be delivered from the western capital. If this many chefs were to try to make use of them, we would eventually run short, would we not?”

Tatumai was one of Varkas’s apprentices, an older chef with eastern blood. He was apparently a westerner, but he was always expressionless like an easterner, and his solemnity made his words seem to carry a lot of weight.

Polarth turned to look at Tatumai with eyes opened wide. “But only Sir Varkas and Sir Asuta have been using those ingredients, so we still have a mountain of them we need to do something about. There doesn’t seem to be much risk of them going bad, but if they could be used up, it would actually be a big help to us. And if we do end up needing a lot more, we can simply increase the amount we order.”

A calm gleam in his eyes, Tatumai replied, “However, ingredients from the capital are only delivered once or twice a year at most, correct? If you request more, it will still take several months to a year for them to arrive, and there is no guarantee you will be able to secure what you need.”

“That’s a perfectly reasonable opinion. The most important thing on our end, though, is finding a way to use up these ingredients rather than letting them go bad,” Polarth replied, his smile turning into an uncharacteristically awkward one. “It is the house of Turan that purchases ingredients from the capital, as well as the house of Duke Genos, which has now assumed half of the burden. If Varkas wishes to monopolize those ingredients, he will need to negotiate with the merchants from the capital himself.”

Tatumai silently bowed and stepped back. He must have been speaking as a proxy for Varkas, who didn’t want to see precious ingredients wasted.

“Well, we have already greatly increased the amount of herbs from Sym and tau oil from Jagar that we have been ordering. This is ultimately all for the sake of enriching Genos, so if it becomes necessary, I am sure we’ll be able to strike a deal to procure any ingredient that might be required.”

Polarth was definitely head and shoulders above the rest of us when it came to considering the big picture. Actually, Varkas seemed like he would prefer not to pay attention to things like that at all, and instead focus his passion solely on the pursuit of delicious food. That single-minded focus definitely moved me, but I couldn’t agree with Varkas’s opinion that scarce ingredients were better off going bad than being used in poor cooking, so I held my tongue.

“If we run out of dried fish and seaweed, then we simply need to use other ingredients to make something just as good. In fact, I believe we should experiment with our own soup flavorings regardless,” Timalo chimed in. He was an older chef who saw Varkas as a rival. “To do otherwise would diminish our pride as chefs. After all, we are not Sir Asuta’s apprentices.”

“Yes, that is indeed a very reasonable opinion as well,” Polarth said with a calm nod before looking my way. I smiled back at him, continuing to give instructions all the while.

“I see it the same way as Timalo. The idea here is to determine how we can make black fuwano into something delicious, so I don’t think there’s any need to mimic the flavor of my soup broth too,” I said.

“Hmm. So you’re saying there is no need to fixate on using dried fish and seaweed?” Polarth asked.

“Of course there isn’t. I was born in an island nation, so we were never short on fish or seaweed, and because of that, this was the most common type of stock we used. Cooking develops based on what a land is abundant in, so I think it’s only natural for Genos to come up with recipes that are all its own.”

“I see,” Polarth replied, looking convinced. But despite the fact that his opinion on the matter had been accepted, Timalo didn’t look all that happy.

Well, he’s being forced by the elites to cook something other than what he wants to. I can certainly see why he wouldn’t be pleased with that as a chef.

Still, hopefully he could use this dish as a springboard to come up with something even more delicious. Timalo would surely be able to come up with some unique creations that were very well suited to Genos.

I’d be really happy if I could just see noodles take root here in Genos.

Thanks to Timalo, the final doubt that had been plaguing me had been wiped away.

This was a job I had taken on as a sort of apology to Welhide and the people of Banarm. But while we, the people of the forest’s edge, might have felt that we owed them something, along the way, Timalo and the others had ended up having this giant hassle thrust upon them, which I felt kind of bad about, though I hadn’t let anyone know.

If the nobles ordered them to do something, they couldn’t possibly turn the job down. No doubt, they were less than thrilled about having a kid like me giving them cooking lessons too. But if their pride as chefs made them want to revise my black fuwano dipping soba, or perhaps if it pushed them to come up with entirely new black fuwano dishes that were even more delicious, that would be good for everyone involved.

That was how I felt as I watched all those chefs working with such serious expressions on their faces.