All Warriors Are My Disciples

51. The Search

Gerard’s search continued until the sun went down.

I was told that I would even eat dinner and finish it.

Thanks to that, when my party and I briefly left the barracks for a meal.

Nearly half of the campsite was empty.

And the knights who remain and guard the camp.

They turn their eyes to this direction.

“….”

“….”

“….”

It’s a burden, these are the eyes that can’t be burdensome.

It would have been better if the female knights looked at me that way.

Even if you’re a man, if you’re just normal people, how can you survive?

But the guys looking this way are all gigantic rice cakes.

Not even looking at Iris or Master.

They all had their eyes fixed on me and were staring at me with sparkling eyes.

… Are they crazy why are you staring at me

I wonder if it’s because the character setting of Gerard is the type that properly mixes a knight and a soldier.

Contrary to the fact that the other students take their followers with a roughly equal ratio of male to female.

The knights who followed him were all strong men.

I get goosebumps at the thought that those muscled rice cakes are only looking at me.

“… Why does everyone seem to be staring at Master?”

“It looks like it, it’s not, that’s right, you stupid disciple.”

“Well, it may be a little burdensome, but Master, please understand.”

“I think I’m going to die of discomfort while understanding.”

“Couldn’t that be a kind of respect that those knights send to the strong?”

A mark of respect is the respect of a frozen man.

If you look at me like that, even a good-natured person will ask why.

It’s me, their eyes don’t contain any murder, so I’m just leaving it alone.

I’m going to go eat some food soon.

It’s to the point where you don’t know whether the rice goes in your mouth or your nose.

But the moment I saw the meal the knights were serving.

I swear with a heartfelt ‘Ha, f*ck.’

In the soup, whether yellow or brown, ingredients are floating around.

Even the oil layer separates again and you can scoop out the oil with a spoon.

I don’t think it’s food even after watching it over and over again.

This is no different from high-quality pork porridge, to say the least.

Are you saying that’s a meal carefully prepared for the guests?

Wow, that’s a really new way to declare war, I’m going to slap my dick.

“What kind of dog food is this?”

Even Master frowned and muttered that.

There was a lot of stuff in it, but it was all mixed with the ingredients and broth.

I know that cooking outdoors can be difficult.

But I don’t think it’s a dish that is this heinous enough.

“… You will get sick.”

Come to think of it, even this is because of that damn setting.

Because he is a true soldier and an honorable knight.

He has that type of eating that says he can eat anything as long as it provides nutrition and satiety.

Thanks to that, it seemed that all of his followers were eating like this.

“My disciple. I cannot eat dog food.”

“I don’t really want to eat that either.”

“Is Master like that too? I don’t think I’ll ever eat this again.”

For the first time, the three seem to agree.

“Me too… This doesn’t seem like much….”

Four if you include nobles.

But no matter how you look at it, this pig porridge goes well with that nobleman.

If you tell them to eat, they think it’s a threat again, so they hurriedly eat.

What’s even funnier is that they put a lot of thought into the ingredients.

The reason why it is brown is that it is because wine is added to it.

That thing over there that looks like a pebble is a chunk of beef.

That visual that looks like a lot of burnt ashes is made with bay leaves.

“… Sapa doesn’t eat like this. No, open beggars are not like this.”

This is a twilight twisted slime monster no matter how closely you look at it.

I could confidently say no more and no less.

I can’t do it. This is an insult to beef.

I hurriedly went to the cook and confiscated all ingredients and tools.

An act that would be considered rude if you were just a guest.

But I’m not an ordinary guest, but I’m the mentor of the Guardian Warrior.

It was impossible for the knights to even dare to say anything.

“Yes. I haven’t had your food in a while. Don’t expect disciple.”

“Teacher, cheer up. Assistant is always on standby!”

I was a bit interested in cooking jjambab and cooking.

It’s the same where I used to live, and it’s the same when I’m away from the game.

Once in a while, when I had free time, I would do some cooking.

And the reaction wasn’t too bad.

After Master ate my food, he often begged me to serve it.

My students gave high praise and even asked me to do it again.

To be honest, it’s not that great.

But if I can be sure of one thing, it will at least be better than that diabolical food.

This was something I could guarantee with my everything.

“Still, you did a good job cutting the knife. That’s good, you bastards.”

It took less effort to cut the beef.

Slightly season with salt and cook the meat over an open fire.

As expected, cut the vegetables you have and grill them.

In other places, add onion, garlic, and even bay leaves and mix.

After that, put the wine you have and leave it for a while.

Afterwards, add pre-roasted meat and vegetables to this place and season with salt and pepper while boiling.

Originally, it is a food that requires some aging and takes a long time.

But Master will be angry if I make you wait here longer.

I served the quick-cooked beef stew to the party waiting for a proper meal.

“… Yes, at this level, it can be said that people eat it.”

“Master. I also really want to try cooking like Master in the future.”

“Your cooking skills aren’t the problem, aren’t you just lacking in all skills?”

“Wow… You’re doing too much. No matter how factual it is….”

“Be noisy and hurry up and have a meal. Unless you want to eat honey chestnuts too.”

I made the stew as generously as possible.

So, including Master and Iris, as well as the nobles who were looking for a chance to eat more.

I was able to share it with the knights who still had their eyes on me.

It’s not just a great meal.

Still, at least it’s better than not knowing whether it’s pig porridge or dog food.

As if proving that, the knights emptied the bowl very neatly.

Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like everyone has a sense of taste.

Later, when the world quiets down.

I thought I should catch Gerard once and give him some proper taste training.

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“So, what about the harvest?”

“… I’m sorry, Master. I have nothing to say.”

After dinner, the search continued into the night.

But neither Gerard nor his knights could find anything.

This isn’t even a great forest, it’s just a barren land.

If I could have found something, I would have already found it.

If you can’t find it, no one will be able to find it.

“You worked hard, Gerard, as well as your knights. You must be very tired, so get some rest.”

“Sorry. Master. If I’ve let you down….”

“I wasn’t disappointed, so don’t worry. On the contrary, if you keep doing this, you may be disappointed in it. It’s never a good idea to pay too much attention to little things like this, Gerard Gerenium. Like a warrior, grab a big distribution.”

“… All right. Thank you, Master. And again, sorry.”

No big deal.

After all, Iris will come out tomorrow and find a way.

Even if Iris wasn’t a regressor, Master and I would have done something.

After Gerard stepped back, I left the barracks for a while and walked outside.

It was so hot during the day, but when the sun went down, it was very cold again.

People living in a place like this must be very sensitive to trivial things.

And of course, the vague fear and horror of the ban would be great.

For some reason, I was very fortunate that the aristocrat cooperated.

If it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t even know where the water source was, and many other things would have been inconvenient.

“If you have something to say, come and say it, stupid disciple.”

I was going to pretend I didn’t hear and fly away right away and beat him up if he doesn’t come out.

Unfortunately, however, the idiot disciple showed up quickly.

“… When did you find out?”

“When? From the beginning.”

Although Iris is said to be a regressor, it doesn’t seem to have special privileges like in novels.

It doesn’t seem like he brought his future growth status and ability with him.

Is the only weapon you have is your experience and memories of the future?

“It looks like Gerard has failed in the end. There is no singularity no matter how much I look for it.”

“Is that so?”

“If Iris had come to a place like this, she would have come with some size. It’s so strange that all traces of it have disappeared. There is not even an existence that can erase traces.”

“Look again tomorrow and you will find something.”

While saying that, Iris clenched her fists.

Clearly that guy, she must have known something.

“Iris.”

“Yes, Master.”

“I mean. Want a happy ending Everyone wants to be happy, but I want a perfect ending without any flaws. How are you? What is the ending you want?”

How was your end?

I ask around that part as much as possible.

How did Iris return to the past?

I haven’t heard anything about what happened in the future yet.

At first I kept my silence in case I made a mistake.

As long as there is a part that directly refers to the part of regression in a few conversations.

I realized that that was enough.

“… Me too, I am like Master. The happy ending everyone dreams of. Perfect ending. I dream of it. But sometimes those dreams don’t come true.”

“Yes. Not everything goes the way you want it to.”

“… Very miserably. And terribly. It can break like that.”

… Is it. Also, couldn’t it have been?

In the future that Iris experienced, the heroes and I.

In the end, did everything fail and suffer defeat?

Woefully, terribly. To the point that I don’t want to think about it again.

“It must have been difficult.”

“….”

“You must have suffered a lot. Without knowing that, I must have become a teacher and made it difficult.”

“No. Rather, they were all good.”

I glanced at Iris who said that.

Under the moonlight, water droplets run down from the lake that fills the eyes.

“I missed all of that, Master.”

In the meantime, I must have worried so much that my insides were rotten and ruined.

You must have felt as if you were burning all black from nervousness.

I’m tired of seeing the concept of regression, so of course I’m adapting.

From Iris’ point of view, what the hell is this and what happened?

It was certain that it would have been difficult to understand and adapt.

“I will do it properly. I won’t let you down. I promise you, Master.”

Even so, Iris said that with a firm gaze and voice.

Although it feels a little different from the Iris I knew originally.

On the contrary, I smiled thinking that it was the real Iris.

“Yes. I’ll be looking forward to it. How will that change? You are our stupid disciple.”