Chapter 74 – 7. Snow Flush (4)
Leaving the terrace, I went straight into the hallway. I took a step forward, prepared to face the queen I never wanted to face. In the kitchen, the smell of deliciousness wafted through the door the moment Helga was showing off her skills.
“You are late.”
The Queen was in the kitchen. It was also in casual clothes. It was not a knight’s uniform worn 365 days a year, or an SS uniform worn whenever there was a massacre or battle. It was a light outfit that I only wore when I was relaxing in my room and spending time with me without any special schedule.
It was unfamiliar. It was easy again. I hadn’t seen her in casual clothes since our relationship was on the verge of ruin. It was just a knight’s uniform every day, a uniform, and then, occasionally, erotic underwear. So it was very surprising. Besides my charisma, the fact that she, armed with various outfits, put it down.
“Sit down.”
Beatrix winked. I sat down at a tastefully decorated table. The tableware arranged neatly on top of the pure white silk cloth gave the impression of being in an expensive fine dining restaurant. This was especially the case with the platinum candlestick placed right in the center of the table, or the fork and knife carved out of crystal.
As it was a luxury item at an exorbitant price, it was truly a masterpiece in terms of standing out.
“Could you cook yourself?”
“It is a place that replaces luncheon. You have to show this level of sincerity for the person you love.”
Unexpectedly, the person in charge of cooking today was not Helga. She was Beatrix. Standing directly facing my seat, she finished three or four dishes with ease. It was a skill that could not be easily seen by even the most skilled chef.
“I see why they sent bodyguards to the terrace.”
“I thought it took a long time, but in the end it got out of there.”
“What’s the whim that makes you cook your own food?”
“Because it’s been a long time since I had such a good seat.”
His skill with tools was unusual. The moderate movement without any superfluity was like a performance art. The large flying dragon meat was cut in two as soon as it landed on the cutting board, and the onion to be fried on a heated pan was cut evenly the moment it was thrown into the air and fell.
There was no sign of haste. The queen who was cooking in front of me was infinitely calm. She had no awareness that she was writing some kind of history. However, the cooking unfolded in her hands sublimated the moment into eternity.
The smell of nurin, which is inevitable even with good quality meat, disappeared through magic.
The oil on the pan spread evenly without a single drop slipping.
The seasoning sprinkled to season the ingredients never leaked out.
I felt a kind of awe as I watched Beatrix cook. All of a sudden, I realized that she is an existence that achieves an unapproachable state in everything. Bernhard’s Führer was a perfect superhuman even cooking for the man I love.
“Appetizer. Potato soup.”
The Queen first served the soup in a round bowl. She was probably trying to heighten the flavors one by one, seeing that the food was almost done, but she didn’t serve it all at once. Just like any other fine dining restaurant.
“Let it go.”
“You are?”
“Your lips are enough.”
The golden cheese on top of the thick cream and the very crispy bacon stimulated the salivary glands. Since I was starving, there could not have been a stronger temptation than this. Even in my previous life, I couldn’t eat a proper meal because I was engaged in a sniper battle with a shooter.
I was starving, both physically and mentally. But even so, I couldn’t pick up a spoon. It’s because I’ve been through too many experiences. If I put a strange additive like dragon’s blood in it again, I’ll be swung helplessly.
“You look like you’re not trustworthy.”
“Didn’t you put something in it?”
“My fiancé is being rude to homemade food. Do you think they put in some estrous pills?”
“You have a history.”
“It won’t happen like you think.”
“What do you believe in?”
“You were the one who used to talk respectfully and keep your distance. It’s been a while since you’ve been entertaining me like this, but do you think you’re going to ruin the entertainment with drugs? I would have hoped that she would have suppressed it with force and raped her to correct that arrogant attitude. So listen with confidence.”
I put the uneasy feeling behind and took up the spoon. He scooped out the part heavily sprinkled with parsley and brought it to his mouth. Looking at it, how much is this? It’s been a while since Beatrix cooked for me like this.
“…… !”
The soup was completely out of my expectation that it would be a bit greasy. As soon as I put it in my mouth, the spiciness of the pepper, which was invisible to the naked eye, spread. Still, the taste was as expected, so I thought I could eat it indefinitely.
“Does it fit your mouth?”
“Okay…….”
I wanted to scoff at the poor food, but I couldn’t. The person who can taste this kind of food and still do it is probably someone who has no sense of taste. I had just eaten the appetizer, but I felt a sense of ecstasy running through my body.
“Next is fish sashimi salad.”
A salad with mainly broccoli and red onion was served on a flat plate. The fish sashimi, which came in large chunks here and there, was sashimi of lobster and salmon. The dressing was ranch sauce made with mayonnaise and sour cream, and nuts were also included, so the chewy taste was excellent.
“How do you feel?”
“Tasty…….”
Originally, if you follow the rules of Bernhardt’s dinner, the salad should come before the soup. However, rather than being bound by such rules, Beatrix pioneered a new order of meals, befitting a leading position. Not for anyone else, but only for me and Seo Jeong-woo.
“The main dish is Wyvern steak.”
A steak in perfect medium condition was brought to the table. At first glance, it was meat full of elasticity. It wasn’t that it wasn’t soft, though, so the knife I brought cut the steak as if it were a well-grinded knife.
The cross-section was lightly pinkish, and the gravy flowed as much as my saliva. I felt intense hunger even though I emptied the previous soup and salad to soothe my stomach. Like a person who has heard of a rumor, he forgot his face and put the steak in at once. And shuddered.
“You won’t need a separate liver. Because it suits your taste perfectly.”
Tongue gave in. It was an unconditional surrender. It seemed as if he was lying on his back and begging with his belly open, as a male dog in heat does. As long as I could continue to eat this delicious food, I felt like nothing else would be good.
“Recite your impressions.”
“I can’t express this feeling with my vocabulary…….”
The great Fuhrer was great even in a field far from his duties. With this level of skill, even Helga, who had a reputation in Bernhardt’s culinary world, looked down on her. If the lovely chef comforts you with a warm taste, the queen here subdues you with her perfect taste.
“Don’t think you can easily get over it with a word like that.”
But it was true.
“Be polite to the person who prepared the food. Praise the taste and impression a little more fervently. This is a dish created by Beatrix Adler and no one else. Who else do you think can claim this honor to himself?”
After the main course, dessert was sweet strudel and wine. Beatrix placed neat pastries on a porcelain plate, one after the other. The drink was the famous Bernhard Classic, the 1889 Grosse Lager, also known as the Year of Miracles.
“To feel my affection.”
The wine that flowed into the decanter bloomed its aroma and taste. It was truly at its peak. Beatrix resurrected the miracle of Grosse Lage in 1889 in front of me with a skill that no master judge can match.
Sommelier Le Lan has the impression of serving or giving advice to guests, but she has never been able to find such an aspect in the Queen. Her expressionless pouring of her wine, which she had blossomed with her own hands, furthered her awe of herself. Primordial charisma subdued me, the protagonist of this ecstatic treat.
“…… Why are you giving me this gift?”
“Because I Love You.”
“You are the one who dominates, not the one who entertains.”
Dinner is over. Beatrix, who sat across from me with her share of glasses, calmly poured the wine from the decanter. The risky jubae was completed to the extent that the surface tension reached its limit. Even if you listen carefully, the amount of alcohol inside will overflow.
“But for you, I can be the host. What do you think of my love? Even more so, I know from experiencing it, the entertainment I do is like reigning. I am a perfect being in everything and I am an absolute being who weaves even failure into an inevitability of success.”
Know. Because the queen here in front of me has in fact overthrown even a kingdom that has been orthodox. No rhetoric can express the image of me erasing the evidence of her divinity and taking the void myself.
“It sounds like you’re not afraid of anything.”
“I’m afraid of losing you.”
“…… !”
She couldn’t be more cruel to other people, but she always professed affection for me that touched my heartstrings. Even though she made me kill her wife with my hands and trampled her daughter, even though she hates her, she is a woman whose heart cannot be denied.
“Are you afraid only of losing me?”
“If that is truly possible, it would be.”
“What about death? What about aging?”
“If you are not afraid of even God, how can you be afraid of laws that can be broken?”
“It is a great blasphemy.”
Beatrix Adler is a being who is in direct contact with the divine realm. The fact that a mere human captivated all people with this level of charisma makes me, who harbors a fierce hatred, have to admit it. She is truly an absolute being and also a transcendent being.
“Yes, maybe you can.”
I wiped my mouth with the handkerchief that was on the table.
“You will be able to defy aging and reject death.”
I regained my pure appearance and raised my glass of wine.
“Should I sing a toast for you?”
“…… What?”
“Cheers to those of you who won’t get my love.”
Beatrix sighed. They seemed to think it was the same. Either way, I went one step further. After tilting the glass, he gulped down the miraculous 1889 Grosse Lage inside.
“Kuh, good.”
It is enough to supplement the lack of courage with alcohol. My third life has only just begun. It remains to be seen whether this will be solo as a strong drink or poisoned as a drink.
“You’ll never get my love.”
“That’s rude.”
“Because your love, though sincere, is wrong.”
“Very rude.”
It was very calming to say so. There was no sign of discomfort, and there was no breath of life. Apart from the fact that I declared that I did not love her, it seemed that my love was recognized as sincere. A queen is a woman who can love even if she is not loved.
“On the one hand, it is interesting.”
Beatrix gulped down the drink from her glass.
“What made you change so much? In just a few days, I became a completely different person. There is no weak lover, only a challenger full of fighting spirit is in front of me.”
“Because you have recovered the memories you suppressed.”
“Don’t try to fool me with such trivial excuses. It was a seal that could be broken anyway, so I knew at least that you got your memories back. But even taking that into account, it’s clearly overkill. I need to know what kind of change of heart there was.”
What a wonderful insight. I couldn’t help but be afraid when I saw through to such a situation at once.
But Beatrix? I also have no intention of being helplessly pushed this time. Rather, it was me who threw the rice cake. It’s your side that took the bait!
“It’s a bully to expect only your own wishes to be met while not responding to the other person’s wishes.”
“What do you want?”
“Game.”
“You have no stakes.”
Instead of answering, I got up. I don’t think I would be impatient, but I approached the queen with the slowest and most controlled movements possible. After remembering my duty, I knelt down in front of her. Just like the posture that a knight usually takes.
“Wouldn’t you like to have me?”
“…….”
“If I lose, take me.”
“…….”
Who do you think would win in a fight between the person you love and the person you don’t love? Affection darkens even the eyes of the absolute. Of course, that won’t be easy. Because the opponent is Beatrix, not anyone else. But it doesn’t matter.
I defy death My body is like a good stake, a commodity that pays indefinitely.
“You are very mistaken. Do I look incompetent enough to win your heart?”
“I can make you obedient. But you won’t be able to make them affectionate.”
“I could have made you pant like a dog at my feet any time you wanted.”
“Even if you can make it affectionate, it wouldn’t have come from your own will.”
Beatrix tilted her head. Reading the smile hidden in that expression, I had a hunch that this situation would go as I wished. It was because the queen over there, who had all the decisions, was enjoying herself.
“The sincerity of the jae-rong who asks to play is commendable.”
“Will you accept the bet?”
“Kneel.”
Changed from kneeling like a knight to kneeling like a slave.
“If you confess your love to me even now, I will grant your wish without any conditions.”
No, I will make myself a sweet extremist.
“A bet can only be accepted or rejected, not the other way around.”
I will no longer be swayed by you.
“Are you going to fight against me?”
“We are going to play a game.”
“There is no mercy as long as I stand on the opposite side of any board.”
Know.
“Until you admit defeat, you will be driven to the bottom and bottom.”
I’ve been through it.
“Are you okay?”
The desired sea.
“Try it.”
I kissed the instep of the queen’s outstretched foot.
“Then good.”
With deep love and hatred and grudge.
“It will be a fun game.”
Just like a male prostitute!
