Chapter 95 – Self-Reliance (4)
“Astein?”
Azazel, who said that, had a dry tone.
She couldn’t believe it
I don’t know if it’s Arya, but you kidnapped Einstein?
What’s the point of taking such a black man?
Rather, the sound of the sky and the earth being reversed came more realistic.
The case of Einstein being kidnapped by someone was such an incomprehensible event to her.
“… It is quite a surprising statement.”
Leon also did not show a very different reaction from Azazel.
These were people who knew Einstein better than anyone else.
If Arya hadn’t experienced it herself, she wouldn’t have even thought of him being kidnapped.
“If we don’t find Ain quickly, it will be dangerous.”
It wasn’t just a threat, Azazel judged.
Arya is not one to exaggerate and exaggerate.
It was a trust formed because she was a woman with an extremely simple character.
Azazel gathered her thoughts and asked the necessary questions.
“Okay. Who can you guess and where?”
“The opponent is the holy sword, and I don’t know where it is.”
“Wait a minute, sister. The Holy Sword kidnapped you?”
“Yes.”
“That makes sense… , Come to think of it, considering the number of people who entered, there must be no suspects other than that holy sword.”
Leon raised his hand in the midst of the fast-paced story.
The eyes of the two women naturally turned to the prince.
He confirmed the focused attention and opened his mouth.
“… Excuse me for a moment during our conversation. I have a question, so I will ask politely. There is something more curious about the motive or purpose of kidnapping Lord Einstein. You definitely said that. It’s dangerous if we don’t find Einstein as soon as possible. What danger, in particular, befalls him?”
It was a very common sense question.
Arya replied with a terribly dark expression.
“Ain’s ego will disappear.”
“What?”
It was Azazel who reacted greatly to the news that her ego was disappearing.
She raised her eyebrows and rubbed her temples.
“Explain in detail, sister.”
“Yes I will.”
I briefly confided in what I had been through during the past hour.
However, the unpleasant memories I experienced did not need to be explained, so I omitted them.
It’s better not to talk about things that will hurt your feelings at first.
Even if you use it as a side dish, it will only taste like alcohol.
Anyway, after hearing the detailed explanation, each of the two people had a thoughtful look on their faces to see if they had something to think about.
I hope that a brilliant solution will come out of that clever head.
Growl
The belly clock rang.
None other than in my stomach.
I can’t even ask if she’s crying right now.
Isn’t it like you haven’t touched any food for a month?
You might be hungry.
… Well, being hungry and being embarrassed are two different things.
Did you hear or not hear?
I opened my eyes like a flounder and looked at the two of them.
Phew, I guess you didn’t hear.
The moment you try to breathe a sigh of relief.
The two, deep in thought, heard the boat horn and immediately stood up.
“Let’s have a meal, sister.”
“Just in case you were hungry, let’s move.”
You heard it all, you guys.
Very embarrassing, this.
I could feel the heat in my face.
Me too
The situation is so serious, but are you hungry?
I wish I could understand the atmosphere a bit.
It’s like raising your face, a little.
“… Sorry.”
“It’s a menstrual phenomenon.”
Azazel comforted her as if she had nothing to be sorry for.
Mr. Azazel.
That consolation hurts more.
* * *
Leon and Azazel.
After joining these two, I roamed the capital Gaul.
Although he occasionally encountered monsters, he was no match for Azazel and Leon.
Just like the state of the palace, the capital was not in good shape either.
Acrid smoke and burnt smells that make breathing difficult rise all the way.
Among the monsters, there must have been a fire-breathing monster. A scorched and collapsed building caught my eye.
The gruesome violence was not confined to buildings.
There were sparse bloodstains on the streets, and pieces of meat presumed to be human were strewn about.
The smell of blood seems to brush the tip of the nose.
“It is miserable.”
Leon took one look at me and said calmly.
“It was a fatal attack.”
It looks like it.
Seeing that nothing was perfect, it was clear how terrible a disaster had come at the time.
“Not all of them are dead.”
“Those who barely survived have already fled and gathered strength. I heard that sooner or later, my brother will raise troops to recapture it. Oh, more than that. All you have to do is turn that corner.”
Indeed, after turning the corner, a bleak-looking building appeared.
My body stiffened as I wondered if people could really live here.
“Um, is that building right?”
“Right.”
… Wow, what is that?
You are staying in a great place.
Azazel added her words, revealing her face.
“Sister, I made that. The interior is neater than I thought.”
“… Yes? Are you decorating?”
“Yes. Follow me.”
Azazel led me forward.
Indeed, as she got closer, the vicious building disappeared as if it were washed in water, and a building with a good appearance appeared.
She asks Azazel how she did that, and she says that it can be easily done by using the magic of water to reflect light to create a unique illusion, and manipulate the texture or touch with clumps of mana.
… Is that easy right?
Swallowing the question that had risen to Mokwool University, he pushed the door of the building.
“… Wow.”
Exclamation came out of nowhere.
It’s not that the scenery was unusual or dazzling.
The scenery inside was ordinary.
In other words, it was a very heterogeneous space in this ruined city.
There are several empty counters and round tables, and there are also a few chairs to match the tables.
Apparently, the purpose of this building is a ‘restaurant’.
“It’s a good hideout, right?”
Azazel smiled brightly and slyly.
Her little witch’s usual charms ease her hardened heart.
Seriously, if it wasn’t for Azazel, I think she’d be crying all over.
I relaxed and smiled.
“Yes.”
“Then let me do the cooking.”
Leon said so and strode forward.
I was puzzled by that.
“Are you cooking for me?”
He pointed at Azazel with his chin.
“If you leave it to her, it’s not her dish, but the magic soup.”
“A magic soup?”
Cooking does not require special abilities, except for a few unusual dishes.
If you follow the recipe normally, food with a certain amount of taste comes out.
Recipes never lie.
It can be thought of as a mathematical theory.
If you substitute a valid expression, you get a valid output value.
In that sense, I thought the magician Azazel’s cooking skills would be pretty good.
Magic Supra, are you kidding?
She looked at Azazel.
Flinch.
She trembled as if she was on the right track.
“… They are constantly brewing with the wrong arrangement of dishes and the wrong reagents.”
… ?
Really?
Azazel or not, Leon rolled up her wrists and entered what appeared to be her kitchen.
“Miss Arya, are there any foods you can’t eat? What I’m talking about here refers to things like getting hives when eating or getting shortness of breath.”
“… There isn’t really anything like that, but Leon, are you good at cooking?”
“It’s a hobby. I don’t like eating food that has cooled down, so I learned it in my spare time.”
After all, he is a prince.
As he is a legitimate descendant of the royal family, he is not without the threat of being poisoned.
In that sense, mealtime, when you voluntarily put it in your mouth, must have been an effective means of poisoning.
In old historical dramas, there was an attendant who ate a piece of food and checked whether it was poisonous or not.
Because of the type of poison that appears over a certain period of time from immediate effect, if you check the poison of each dish individually, time passes quickly, and greasy dishes become uneatable foods that only float in oil?
In that case, Leon seemed to have made up his mind to cook.
Cancer, gastronomy is a big deal.
Leon said in a nostalgic tone.
“Lord Edelis enjoyed my cooking. She pretended not to.”
It was a statement that further increased my guilt, and a statement that made him feel more sad.
Azazel rolled her eyes as if she was talking nonsense.
“It’s a nobleman, prince.”
Leon responded with a self-deprecating attitude.
“Now I’m not a prince or anything.”
Not a prince or anything?
“What does that mean…”
“Oh, that was a slip of the tongue. I’ll start cooking.”
Leon walked as if running away to what appeared to be the kitchen.
Azazel looked angry.
“… I can’t say anything about that.”
He is a man who has lost something precious.
It’s okay to be considerate
I stroked the furious Azazel’s head.
“It’s my fault.”
“No, stupid sister.”
“But Azazel is on my side, right?”
“How can you only like people?”
I’m not that nice.
She took my hand
Unlike Ain, it has small, soft hands.
Still, the warmth was the same.
She looks at me
It’s a dignified look.
“Let’s sit over there and talk.”
Azazel pointed to an empty table.
“Didn’t I tell you enough about the story?”
“Hey, that’s a public story. Personal stories are different. Or is my sister annoying me?”
She looks at me anxiously.
How can I bother Azazel?
“It’s always good to talk to Azazel.”
“You have to!”
She is a cute girl
Unlike me, who is dark inside.
Azazel and Leon said they would stay in the capital, where only demons and demons remained.
The reasons for the two staying were different.
Because of Leon’s lingering attachment to Edelis.
Azazel wondered if the disappearing me and Einstein would appear.
Hearing the story, I quietly nodded my head.
So, the two of them acted together.
The red-haired witch asked with a refreshing smile.
“How is your sister like that?”
“As I said, other than those things…”
“I was asking if you were okay. You’re anxious because Einstein isn’t there.”
I closed my mouth.
“… Did you notice it?”
“Prince Leon was really bad at first. I wonder if my sister will do the same.”
I inadvertently checked the kitchen.
The door was closed.
Won’t even hear him.
“To be honest, I’m anxious, but I can’t wait for you to save me like a princess.”
Azazel looked at my face and she grinned.
“Right. If it’s a woman who doesn’t know, I’ll have to find my man! That is forward-looking!”
If you just listened to the words, it was the line of a macho with a head full of muscles.
Azazel, weren’t you a wizard?
“… Is that so?”
“Isn’t the prince who always saves the princess and the princess who is rescued by the prince every time too banal?”
“… Rather, maybe it’s because it’s banal.”
Azazel slaughtered.
“Sometimes you need a new story!”
The conversation with Azazel continued until Leon’s wonderful dish was served.
Through her conversation with her, I calmed her mind from her nervousness.
After dinner, we moved on to the main topic.
About Ain’s ‘recapture’.
