Chapter 1122 – #267_Daily Life of the Magic Society – DeepL
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1.
Even though it was only two o’clock in the afternoon, the room was still dark behind the blackout curtains.
Sister Oh, with the solemnity of a judge, addressed Linnaeus, who sat somewhat uneasily in a chair.
“Do you, the defendant Linnaeus Samakiel, admit that you sought to gain an unfair advantage by providing lunch to your assistant without giving clear notice?”
“……..”
“How cowardly, she’s been scoring on her own for over two weeks!”
The twin furiously denouncing the defendant’s wrongdoing.
“I was just packing a lunch for Nangun.”
Rinne said that the act was not intended to gain an unfair advantage, but it was an excuse that was too obvious for anyone to see.
“Your honor, the accused is telling a shallow lie.”
“That’s right, I have proof that I didn’t just pack lunches for my assistant, I packed lunches for all the researchers in the basic department!”
“Hmph, this is it~ Isn’t he a bad boy?”
Judge Dorothy, who was dressed in an old magistrate’s robe from wherever she got it, nodded.
“The defendant broke item number seven of the lover’s agreement and secretly scored points for himself!”
“He must have kept his current wife’s image to himself, and he must have gotten tons of compliments like ‘Your wife’s a great cook!” and ‘Your wife’s cooking is so delicious!”
“…Tsk.”
“A tongue-lashing from the holy tribunal!”
“Bad! Bad!”
Sandwiched around this tribunal were the twins, Linnaeus, Dorothy, Eloa, and Leroux.
Amelia is resting (she often plays) because she needs to take care of herself, and Sharon, now a grown-up businesswoman, is busy with her secretarial duties and preparing for the school year.
“This heinous crime must not go unpunished!”
“They must be held accountable!”
In any case, the circumstances leading up to the trial were clear.
Linnaeus had broken the agreement between the lovers: “Good-natured competition is okay, but don’t monopolize it all by yourself.
“I, the judge, sentence you~”
In fact, only the twins were serious and everyone else was half-joking, so Rinne’s punishment was finalized as a two-week sleepover ban.
“Your Honor, isn’t that too formal a punishment for an assistant who can’t even find time for a date because she’s overwhelmed with work anyway?”
“Of course, as an additional punishment, I’ll give Rinne a lunchbox ban for the period.”
“…….”
When Dorothy’s additional punishment was handed down, Rinne showed the art of expressing the feeling of the sky falling with an expressionless face.
She hadn’t even had a chance to argue her case.
“Justice prevails!”
Aside from the twins basking in their victory, a fiery rivalry soon erupted.
Linnaeus’s behavior was labeled as cheating because the way he was treated for breakfast, lunch, and dinner was tied to his presentability.
In other words, how well you served your guests would be important to your reputation in the future.
It’s not just Xiu who will be praised, but his direct reports as well, saying, “The president’s wife is a great cook!” This is not a chance that comes easily.
This is not an opportunity that comes easily.
“Ho, ho, the time has come to show off Jim’s great seafood cooking skills.”
Leroux, who was in the audience, said excitedly.
“I’m pretty good at cooking too.”
Eloa, the home-cooked master who had often cooked for Xiu before, was also determined.
“Hmph~ It shouldn’t be a problem if we start preparing now.”
Dorothy wasn’t particularly talented at cooking, but she was confident that she could do a good job.
If she had to, she could hire cooks to do it for her.
But it was the twins who were most motivated, the ones who had taken Linnaeus to court and brought him to justice.
“Hoo-hoo, is it finally time for you to put your hard work to work?”
“Odile and Odette of Masterchef Gehenna. Ready to go.”
“Miss Odile, Miss Odette, do you know how to cook?”
“Of course!”
“They’re always up for a new challenge, creating recipes that break the mold. You’d better be on your toes.”
“Certainly – at my age.”
The Countess of Zemernai’s chefs are known for their skill.
Unlike Eloa and Dorothy, who nodded, thinking that the twins who grew up eating such food must be quite good at it, Lerouet’s face was white.
Leroux had once tasted a dish the twins had prepared for Xiu, who had collapsed from overwork.
The Cthulhu-infested chicken noodle soup had done more than destroy her taste buds; it had also set her off on an autonomous defense.
“You mean you’re going to feed that abomination… not to Xiu, but to the researchers?”
“Did you just say that? A horrible abomination, and a dish that was made with our hearts!”
“Don’t you know that cooking is all about the heart? Of course we’re going to cook for the hardworking researchers.”
“It’s not the heart that counts in cooking, it’s following the recipe!”
“When did we ever break a recipe?”
“We took an existing recipe and reinvented it.”
Maybe a terrible disaster will befall the Hessian Society.
No, not a maybe, but a certainty.
“Dorothy, stop those tomboys now! Odile and Odette are not to be allowed in the kitchen!”
Leroy demands Dorothy’s help in dealing with the cheeky twins.
“Queen, you can’t tease your friends too much.”
Dorothy, however, seems to have interpreted the situation as an ah-ha moment between her niece and her niece’s friend.
Leroux quickly turns to Eloa for help.
“Pink Hair! Duchess Eloa, do something, this is a disaster!”
“It’s good to see you so cheerful, Miss Leroux.”
But Eloa only smiles kindly and strokes Leroux’s head.
“Stop being jealous and do your job properly.”
“I’ll press the bridge of your nose flat.”
Leroux feels like a cursed prophet whose words no one believes.
2.
The research building of the Department of Fundamentals, where research is in full swing as usual.
Experience changes people.
Witches were no different.
If you’re not a spirit, it’s not surprising that the grueling work and labor would result in one death after another.
The hardcore discipline of eating breakfast in the lab, lunch in the lab, dinner in the lab, and then the next morning in the lab again began to bring out the best in each researcher.
“Alas, this level of calculation is enough for…. It’s enough to do the math.”
“Five simulation models? That’s enough for one day.”
“Yikes, I made a mistake, I’ll do it again!”
It is not an exaggeration to say that the atmosphere in the research wing of the basic science department was deafening.
Excellent financial resources with a hundred percent efficiency as researchers.
Frontline warriors who are making the impossible possible with a gritty determination that is not typical of witches chasing war labels.
Just as muscle fibers scarred by extreme loads grow into more majestic shapes.
The researchers are being transformed from gemstones to diamonds, hour by hour.
Xiu looked at his wristwatch.
For the record, the only watch in the research building is on the wrist of the president of the academy.
He had put it away because he believed that the way of a true researcher was to forget the passage of time and think.
“Hmm.”
The second hand of the Patek Philippe, a high-end wristwatch Takasho had given him, was already indicating that it was almost lunchtime.
“It’s mealtime. Let’s take a break.”
Unsurprisingly, there was no cheering.
There were no laments like “Finally a break!” or jokes like “I can’t wait to go home….”.
Instead, the researchers calmly and professionally gathered their materials and prepared to head to the cafeteria.
They looked like elite members of the Hesed Society.
Still, as they chatted about “what’s on the menu today?” and “I’m looking forward to it,” Xiu interrupted them.
“Before we dine, I’d like to make a brief announcement.”
All eyes were on Xiu.
Despite the fact that he had been through the process of refinement and elaboration, there was an unmistakable feeling of agitation among the researchers.
The president of the academy, Ma Wang Xinxiu, would often order them to do outrageous extra work.
However, none of the researchers shouted out, “That’s not fair, Mr. President!” or “That’s inhumane exploitation!
The Xinxiu-style training method killed their weaknesses.
Newly reborn, the last 25 researchers are immune to overwork and death.
With the suicide squad in the lead, Daphne spoke up.
“What do you say, Mr. President?”
“Oh, no big deal. Starting today, we’ll have tea time after lunch from three to five, though it will delay the completion of your project.”
“…….”
After a very brief pause.
“Hahahahaha!!!”
“Kahahahaha!!!”
“Giggle giggle giggle!!!”
“This is our president, he’s a very slow learner, khahahahaha!!!”
A raucous laughter like a bandit’s den erupted at once.
Of course, in Gehenna, tea time is the epitome of secluded leisure for cultured witches and a valuable time to socialize.
But in Xin Xiu’s mouth, the word “teatime” was as mismatched a combination as a dictator and a courtier.
“I’m going to spend my time as I am, so make yourself comfortable, and I’ll see you at 5:10.”
But after Daphne’s escape-and-return debacle.
Even Xiu, who was momentarily distraught, had his own realizations.
“I definitely pushed too hard,” he realized.
While the deviation was Daphne’s alone, it was a sample of how grievances, large and small, can percolate and bubble up among the organization’s members.
So this time, she left empty-handed (and with no paperwork), with no “of course you can work during tea time if you want to” ploy.
“What? What’s going on?”
“Is the president not feeling well?”
“Isn’t he supposed to have another project later tonight?”
“Oh.”
The entire lab clucked like a bunch of chicks without a mother hen in an unfamiliar place.
They walked into the cafeteria and saw what was waiting for them.
“Welcome back, you’ve been through a lot!”
“This is a full course meal from Odile Odette, prepared to reward you for your hard work.”
They were the forbidden jade leaves of the Countess of Zemernai, one of the President’s fiancées.
They were the daughters of other people’s houses, but they looked like they could be put in your eyes and it wouldn’t hurt, and they served the silver trays with aplomb, wearing aprons and chef’s hats.
“Oh my, how cute you are.”
“Did you prepare this yourself?”
“Of course!”
“We cooked it by hand!”
“Blessed are you, Mr. President, blessed are you.”
“May I have a taste of your food?”
The silver tray covering the first course was opened in front of the researchers, who sat down at the table with dumbfounded looks on their faces.
“The first dish is our ambitiously prepared…! It’s a mint-chocolate-marappa-pineapple-pizza parfait!”
“We’ll top it with ground white truffles from Périgord, so please savor it slowly from the top without mixing.”
That day, the researchers at the Hesed Society’s Department of Fundamentals saw hell.
