Chapter 53 – The Elf Who Wants to Eat Pudding (3)
“Here! Here Professor!”
On the other side, Parras riding a broomstick waving excitedly.
For some reason, the sight of the broom swinging up and down, which resonated with Paras’ mana, felt unsightly.
“Parus. I told you not to make a fuss.”
Louisus, who clicked his tongue disapprovingly, approached with a leisurely flight.
‘To say you saw the witch of black flames, you have to lie to the fullest…….’
In the midst of suffering from the preparation of an academic lecture as well as the operation of a private mercenary group, Paras, who said he would come after completing his graduation assignment, came to the laboratory and said, ‘I found the witch of black flame!’
I was embarrassed at first, then angry. It’s been 20 years since the witch of black flames went missing, so I wondered what nonsense she was talking about.
However, the emotion in Parras’ eyes was unfeigned confidence.
Ruikers, who had been thinking about it, eventually couldn’t overcome his curiosity and followed Paras, but now that he thinks about it again, it was nonsense.
‘There’s no way he would have reappeared without a precursor.’
It has already been 10 years since the elders of the association judged that the Witch of Black Flame must have died. Thanks to this, by now, most witches were treating the witch of black flame as a deceased.
So, except for a few special species like Dremeth, the leader of the poison moon union, there were no witches who thought that the witch of black flame was alive.
Louis Kurth wasn’t an outlier either, so he thought the witch of black flames was dead. I don’t know the exact cause of death, but witches who have reached the end of their lifespan often die without knowing it.
‘Because witches are such a family.’
The witch, who maintains her healthy body and youthful appearance until just before her death, paradoxically does not know how long her own lifespan will last.
A witch who is entangled in the magic of personality through her ink, aka ‘the chain of fate’, will die like a doll with a thread cut off the moment her lifespan is over.
As an extreme example… It was said that a lover who had made intense love the previous day might be suddenly found dead the next morning.
‘It’s going to be a punishment for going against cause and effect.’
The witch Ran was the puppet of her destiny, unable to know when her predetermined death would come and unable to avoid it.
It is clear that even if she was a witch of black flames, no matter how strong she used her power, she would not have been able to resist her fate as a ‘witch’.
By the way…….
“Uh?”
The clearing that Paras pointed out.
Looking down at the ground, Luikus’ pupils widen in surprise.
“This, how…….”
Lofty mana flowed from the black spear embedded in the Minotaur’s huge body.
There is no doubt that the huge spear that surpassed the height of the trees that covered the mountain was the Gwangpung Black Slash Spear.
“Am I right? Because I met the witch of black flame.”
At the words of the spirited Paras, Louis Kurth nodded his head bewildered.
“…… It looks like you’re right. The Black Flame Witch is alive and well.”
I don’t know if he succeeded in defying fate, or if he simply disappeared and then reappeared, but this was a major event that would cause a great stir in the witch society…….
*
Returning to her mansion, the elf changed her clothes into a maid uniform and entered the restaurant.
She prays to eat the pudding, but she needs to help the chef because it’s dinner time soon.
After putting the pudding box on the table in the dining room, I entered the kitchen next to the restaurant and saw the chef stroking his chin and struggling. It is clear that Tee is thinking about what to make for dinner tonight.
“Chef.”
The startled chef looked back at the elf. As the elf innocently blinked, the chef smiled warmly.
“It was you. Do you want to help with the cooking today?”
“If you wish.”
“Hehe. It’s ok yonseok You say you’re good at cooking, but as long as I rely on you, my skills won’t deteriorate. Get some rest today.”
“If you say so……. By the way, have you decided what to cook for dinner tonight?”
“No. So im thinking about it now What kind of dish should I serve to satisfy the head of household? ….”
It was a bit of a worry. A kind-hearted Theorard would say that any dish is delicious.
Still, it wasn’t bad to try to improve my skills. The elf, who wanted to give me some advice, opened his mouth with a sudden thought.
“How about preparing creamy pasta?”
“Cream Pasta?”
Hmm. The chef, who had tapped his chin, shook his head.
“Cream pasta needs milk, but it’s difficult because there is no fresh milk.”
“I have milk ramen.”
Actually, it’s not cow’s milk, it’s breast milk.
The chef, unaware of the situation, widened his eyes at the word that there was milk.
“Yes? There?”
“Yes. I put it in a bucket and put it deep in the freezer. I guess you didn’t see it?”
“Uh……. Come to think of it, I think I saw a bucket. When did you prepare the milk?”
“Well, I made it with the owner a few days ago.”
“With the lord? It looks like the two of you stopped by a cow farm.”
The chef said it without meaning, but I felt strange for no reason.
“Yes…. Right.”
“Why is my face suddenly red……. I got it anyway Let’s try making cream pasta with the milk you brought.”
“Yes. Then I will rest for a while.”
“So be it.”
Bowing her head, the elf came out of the kitchen and approached the dining room table. It was to eat the pudding that I had worked so hard to bring.
After sitting in the chair, I opened the package of the pudding box on the table, and the glossy pudding revealed an appetizing appearance.
It was so perfect that it made my mouth water.
‘It must be delicious.’
His hand his, which was about to take a bite of the pudding with the spoon enclosed in the box, hesitated. I brought it after a lot of hard work, but I thought it might be a little extravagant.
‘Shall we eat it with black tea?’
It was originally unimaginable for a slave to drink black tea, but a chef who had built up a friendship while assisting in the kitchen was more likely to allow it.
After thinking, the elf got up from his chair and headed to the kitchen. It’s been a long time since I’ve been enjoying gourmet food, so I wanted to prepare it properly and taste it.
*
In the carriage back to the mansion.
After changing into our original clothes, Essilly and I sat at an appropriate distance.
If you say it’s the right distance in a cramped wagon, it means sitting at the end of the end.
We didn’t fight each other. It’s just because it’s awkward.
─ Don’t set your eyes on other men. I get annoyed when you look at someone other than me.
It is clear that I was crazy for a moment. You can’t just say something like that casually without going crazy…….
I still don’t know why. After eating the nutritional supplement Essilly gave me, I felt something strange, so I was drunk with a strange feeling that I wasn’t myself, so it was only now that I spit out random words, which became a shame.
Her face was so hot that she couldn’t bear to face Sili. Esily was also intentionally avoiding my gaze.
I hated this silence. They would have to break up in a little while, but he didn’t want to send Esily away by remaining silent.
“Hmm.”
I asked as if passing by, refreshing the atmosphere by clearing her throat.
“Esley. Are there any problems with the family?”
“Yes? Ah……”
Esily, who was hesitant, answered awkwardly.
“There are no big problems except that Fred’s brother suddenly left the castle.”
“Princess Fred?”
“Yes. He left the castle without saying a word and didn’t come back, so my father is quite angry. Where are you and what are you doing…….”
A bitter smile crept across Ashley’s face her. Thanks to you, I was dying.
‘You sick bastard…… !’
Why are you making Esily depressed by asking family stories! If I could turn back time, I want to go back to before I asked the question.
However, contrary to my wishes, time passed steadily.
Rattle-
Before she could make up for her mistake, the carriage arrived at her mansion her.
Now that it’s like this, you have to score points somehow before the coachman opens the door.
I, who was nervously shaking my hands, opened my mouth with difficulty.
“Hey, Ashley. I mean, what I just said…….”
“Sir Theorard.”
To me who was flustered, Essili leaned her upper body lightly.
Esily’s slender hand her touched the back of mine.
“Don’t give up.”
It was clear what that word meant.
But I was not confident.
“Don’t you know you can’t resist?”
“I am not asking you to resist. I mean don’t support it. There is a huge difference between the two.”
The sincerity inside the clear wall comes to me as if to comfort me. I silently nodded, and Esily let go of my hand with a faint smile.
At about the same time the driver opened the door.
“We have arrived, Viscount Theorard!”
“Okay….”
Time flows swiftly, but it is unavoidable. When I got out of the carriage, the driver closed the door again, climbed into the coachman’s seat, and whipped the horses to drive the carriage.
After confirming that the carriage with Esily had disappeared, I turned around and headed for the mansion.
After the happy times were over, I felt afraid of the reality of having to face the elves again, but it was something I had to accept.
‘You can do it. You can do it!’
I patted both cheeks, shouted a spirit inwardly, and entered the mansion.
It was almost dinner time, so when I went into the restaurant, I saw a mysterious pudding on the table.
‘Pudding?’
Suddenly some pudding.
Did the chef prepare a special meal?
‘No way.’
Since pudding is basically a dessert, there was no way it could be served before a meal.
If so, it was correct to assume that the elf had prepared it. Except for the chef, the only people in and out of the kitchen were elves.
‘What is the reason?’
He left the pudding on the table and disappeared…….
It was an action whose meaning was unknown, but it was not difficult for me, a doctor of elven studies, to analyze this kind of action.
‘Right. It must be because they want to sell it to me.’
This pudding must have been a selling task given to me by the elf.
So, if the elf ate the pudding he had prepared and then sold it as tasteless, it would be a perfect score.
After completing my simple reasoning, I sat down on a chair and picked up a spoon.
When I spread the pudding lightly and put it in my mouth, the soft yet sweet taste made my taste buds ecstatic.
‘Wow. What?’
Even as someone who doesn’t like pudding, I couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration. Soft and sweet yet heavy flavor leaves a lingering aftertaste.
This was a dish so complete that it couldn’t be treated as a simple dessert.
“Um…….”
After a few scoops while savoring the taste, the pudding disappeared in an instant. As I was licking my lips in regret, the elf opened the kitchen door and approached. He was holding a teapot and a teacup in both hands.
“Ah.”
The elf who found me smiled brightly.
“Are you here, master?”
“Okay. But your pudding tastes really bad.”
Pudding? The elf, muttering softly, checked the pudding (what it was) in front of me.
It was all eaten neatly, leaving only traces on the bowl.
“…….”
An elf’s face had a rare expression of bewilderment.
I thought it was acting, so I laughed out loud.
“You made this garbage into a dessert? A lowly sow like you is really good at nothing-“
“Now.”
A shadow falls on the face of the elf who cut me off.
An inexplicable murderous intent flowed from the bright red eyes.
“What have you done?”
Uh…… ?
I don’t know what it was, but he seemed really angry.
The problem is that I don’t know why the elf is angry.
“Now.”
When I didn’t get an answer, the elf asked again and again.
“What did you do, you ask?”
I still couldn’t answer.
The atmosphere freezes coldly, and fear creeps up your back and engulfs your entire body.
‘Oh God.’
Maybe the pudding I just ate was the last supper of my life…….
