The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

"Yes, wait! Hello, Merrill specially made honeywort!"

Meryl, the signboard girl of "Seseragi-tei", where Aldis makes a regular stay, brings food to the table where Aldis and others sit.

"Kiril, please eat it! Don't worry!

"Oh, thank you very much"

Cyril thanks with a slightly squeezed smile.

I don't say it, but I'm sure it's in my heart, "Why this ..."

After leaving the magician's shop, Aldis and Cyril set up in the dining room on the first floor of "Seseragi-tei" to enjoy a warm meal after a long absence. Alliance When she asked Merrill to place an order, she became interested in Aldis.

"Huh? Are you from the City-State Union?

When she finds out that Cyril has come to the royal city alone, she tells her surprise.

In addition, she began to preferentially favor other guests, whether she had tickled her motherhood in Cyril's appearance or had a close affinity for the sound of the names being similar. At the end of the ceremony, she threw herself as a shopkeeper's daughter and offered free food.

That's all good news for Cyrill, but the problem is that the menu offered was all Merrill specialties.

Merrill, the daughter of Seseragi-tei, is also a signboard girl and a culinary idiot with unfamiliar nicknames such as "Taste Challenger", "Ingredient Natural Enemy", and "Toilet Direct".

"Only those who have never eaten Merrill's home cooking will be pleased with the feast of Merrill home cooking."

The words of communion flew among the guests, and every dish she cooked denied the taste of human beings.

Kirill ate a bite at the first meal and was almost blinded. But if you think of Merrill, who cooks in good faith, and sees Aldis who eats the same dish and eats quietly, nothing can be said.

Merrill's work of art is silently presented and eaten with tears.

"Um ... I've never heard of 'Fushishi honey-mugi'. Is there a kind of honey-wheat?"

Merrill answers Cyril's question with courage.

"That's not it. Wheat is ordinary wheat, but I tried a little bit of cooking to develop a new taste."

"How to cook?"

"Yes, coarsely grind the wheat and potatoes and soak them in the water for a while. Let the honey drip and mix, then taste and remove the supernatant."

"..."

Cyrill has no words to return.

"Ah, yeah. Aldis, you've been looking for the face since Jan. Did you have any job to ask for?"

"Oh, I'm listening. I'm going to hear you tomorrow."

"I'm glad. Jean-san seems to be very in trouble. So Kirill, don't hesitate to tell me if you want a replacement."

Merrill walks away to another table.

Cyrill reluctantly picked up the spoon and scooped the muddy liquid that spread in the frightening bowl. A strange texture that clings to the teeth and mouth as a Necho Necho, and is likely to bring in all the moisture in the mouth despite being a paste. The sweetness of honey adds to the discomfort.

Unpalatable.

Cyrill shouted in her heart.

The combination of wheat, potatoes and honey should not be bad. But is the recipe bad or the skill of the person who cooks desperately terrible? The finished product was far from being delicious.

Cyril forcibly swallowed while desperately trying to vomit, turning to the front seat across the table. There was Aldis who was eating with a calm face.

"Mr. Aldis"

"what?"

Cyrill asks a subtle silence.

"…………Is it tasty?"

Aldis, who had mechanically carried the spoon to his mouth, stopped moving.

"... you can eat it"

"I agree……"

Cyril agrees with the simple answer of Aldis. At least this is food, as Aldis says.

Kirill from the orphanage has no likes or dislikes for food. Not just Kirill, but all the children in the orphanage.

In the first place, there is no child who likes or dislikes food in an orphanage where it is hopeless to “eat full”. So Cyril believes that if you have enough, you should not complain about your diet. Even more, a companion is eating quietly in front of you. I was not the only one who could emit a low tone.

After a brief exchange with Aldis, Cyril silently flattened the dish, with so much tears and tears.

"Hey, look! There's a guy eating Merrill's food."

"Ah? Aldis?"

"No. Aldis, but another gakincho is eating."

"Is it a lie ...? I'll eat Merrill's food ..."

"I'm serious. That shaven, you're just as old as my child. Either my child will cry or rampage if she eats Merrill's food, maybe."

"Let's try to feed my child as well?"

"Stop it, stop it, it's too severe for a child to challenge. Look, look at that shaven, can't she be a tearful eye?"

"But I still have good guts for the kid's habit.

"What kind of call a friend?"

I can hear voices saying things I like from everywhere.

But Kirill, desperate to destroy the nemesis in front of him, cannot afford to worry about such a voice. He just moved the spoon and poured the objects created by Merrill's good intentions and demons into his stomach.