Chapter 17: 17 Episode 15: Salmon Pink

"...Hunting animals makes me very hungry."

When we returned to the Yodamari-tei, we were gathered in an empty room upstairs.

Until the refurbishment of the dining room is completed, this is a simple living room.

The room has a small table and four chairs.

I sat diagonally opposite Magda, sitting at the entrance of the room, with Estella standing behind me. Jeanette is away from her desk for a moment and not in this room.

Staring slightly down at the table, Magda says quietly. What a tremendous force beyond that man's knowledge!

I was neglected in the hunting guild. What was the cause?

Magda instantly killed and ate the bull that burst onto the high street.

According to what we hear, these Torahs have more talent for hunting than any other race, and they also have a special ability to hunt.

However, it is said that using that ability will make you feel unusually hungry.

"When that blaze of aura comes out, are you all invincible?"

"...yes. If you activate it, the Torahs jump several tens of times in power and speed."

What a cheetah!

"...the Magdas call that light "the red, shimmery, shimmery fellow"."

"Can't you think of a better name?"

"...that's what I've called my ancestors."

"What a shameful family, the Torahs..."

There is no shortage of sense of naming.

I'm now at the level where I feel lazy and just put it on. ... well, I suppose so.

"And when that "Red Moya" is activated, you get hungry and go crazy?"

"...weird abbreviations are unacceptable."

"I don't think it'said he.

It is said that the Torahs who invoke the Red Moya are so hungry that they devour the food in front of them.

It doesn't matter what it tastes like. I don't care what you eat. Whether it's raw meat or a creature protected by a rattled shell... it seems that they sometimes chew the turtle shell to bits.

And the most frightening thing is the tiger tribe when they are eating. It relentlessly removes those who interfere, and unconsciously removes them. Magda didn't remember throwing me off.

rule out anyone who approaches you during a meal He seems to be etched in his instincts.

Dogs and cats don't get very angry when they touch them during meals. That's what it looks like, isn't it?

"""...If you train, you can control the red shimmery, shiny guy."""

"But you are still out of control without training."

Magda nodded as I took over her words.

In other words, this guy would eat up his game on the spot whenever he went out hunting.

There is no harvest to be hunted.

Magda says that no strong beast can lose. However, the stronger the opponent, the more likely he is to use his strength, and accordingly, hunger increases.

If you hunt small animals, you'll have a good time.

If you hunt a big shot, it's as good as it gets.

In the end, it seems that they finish every piece of meat cleanly.

...and later the staff enjoyed it. It's a local guy.

"But if you don't hunt, you're a light eater?"

Estella asks Magda.

Now, black bread and milk are in front of Magda, but they're completely untouched.

"...I'm full now."

Well, I wish I could finish eating up such a big cow by myself.

But the incident in town was really dangerous.

If I had done badly, I would have suffered a great loss.

As the bovine riot began to settle, merchants in carts rolled over crowded Magda.

He said he was on his way to the dealer, and he was indignant to see the bull eaten up. Magda, who had eaten all the meat, sometimes shouted, "Pay me back!"

So I acted at once.

He appealed to the effect that without Magda, the damage would have been much greater.

Of course, it's not for cattle dealers. It's for the residents there, especially those who have shops on the high street.

Then, as if to follow me, there was a loud voice in this series of people who had suffered a great deal of course.

"From complaints against actual harms such as ""broken goods by violent cows,"" ""meat and vegetables were eaten up all over,"" and ""broken shops and damaged pillars,"" to claims such as ""surprised by the appearance of violent cows, I fell down and scraped my knees,"" ""My old man broke his back and couldn't stand up,"" and ""trauma was planted on my children.""" Blame arrows were shot from all directions, as if they were bragging about the damage.

After a moment of noise, those present drew a conclusion to the cattle dealer.

"Isn't it your fault to let the cow run away?"

Occasionally, the unity of victims shows tremendous force. That's even better in that kind of situation.

However, such strong solidarity can't be produced without an opportunity.

Everyone hesitates to take the lead, even though they know everyone there feels the same way. Don't worry if you don't get approval from people around you.

Therefore, I decided to take on the role.

Of course, it's not out of a sense of justice. A completely irrelevant bystander would be dumb enough to interfere.

But on the spot, I was involved in Magda.

If you're against Magda, which doesn't sound like anything at all, there's no other way for the cattle dealer to do it. Then what action will the cattle dealer take next?

It goes without saying. I'm looking for people involved.

I can't bear to do such a thing. That's why I voluntarily bought myself a fireman.

My prediction hit the mark, and the fire that I had once lit flared up like a fire.

Not only did they complain about the damage caused by the bull, but some even defended Magda.

"Without this girl, our shop would have collapsed!" "You did a great job with your small body!" "That's a big deal!" and so on.

Some praised Magda's achievements and even boasted that they would not allow her to walk down the street in the future.

As a result, the cattle dealer withdrew his claim for damage to Magda, saying, "I'll assume the cow escaped."

When I heard the words, I was deeply relieved.

How much would I have to pay for a whole cow if I had to pay for it... even if I ate it up to my heart's content, it was only a small portion of the cow. ...that's frightening thing!

By the way, it seems to be related to Magda's appearance and subsequent actions that many defend her for doing such a thing.

Magda is small and has a poor facial expression, but not a bad face. It's safe to say that you're cute.

Such a small child ate a lot and "gochisosama" contentedly after finishing his meal.

The adults there were sinking, regardless of what they were doing.

I was just a little crazy, too.

If I hadn't eaten beef, I might have been tricked. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

If a child who took him to a family restaurant said, "Don't hesitate," and didn't really hesitate at all, he would yell, "No, don't you hesitate!?" That's what it looks like.

Every time beef was going down, I thought, "Now, 10,000... 20,000... oh, 50,000 won't fly," so I kept feeling nervous.Well, fortunately, I'm glad I wasn't charged.

Instead, cattle dealers appear to have been blacklisted on the high street.

A leaflet was made to the effect that the careless management caused damage to the city, and it was posted on the bulletin board of the main street. It seems that the cattle dealer will not be able to pass through the main street during the period of the notice.

They say they have to detour the main street to get business negotiations or deliver goods.

It's going to be a real loss, isn't it? It was already a shabby cart.

The main streets of the 42 wards are shabby, but the roads are well leveled.

It is strong enough to withstand the passage of a carriage.

However, if you go into a single alley, it's the second worst road after the worst road. ...don't you let the cow go again?

By the way, it's a secret that I was the only one secretly delighted with the fact that the flyers posted on the bulletin board were pasted on top of my arrangement.

"Thank you for waiting!"

Jeanette comes upstairs with a set meal of grilled salmon.

Jeanette was cooking lunch for everyone while we were talking.

This salmon was given to Delia, a river‐fishing guild. I was given about ten free tails as a token of my approach, so I'd like you to try them out as well.

"Wow... you're really red,"

Estella bends her eyebrows at the sight of grilled salmon.

Apologize to the salmon, you rude fellow!

"Don't look like that. This guy is out to sea once. It's like a sea fish."

"What? How could a river fish come out to sea?" If you tell a silly lie, you'll turn it into a frog."

"I'm not lying. This red flesh proves it."

"Are you saying that I'm red because I'm out at sea?"

"Yes,"

Estella gives an overtly suspicious look.

Jeanette, on the other hand, sits across from me with great interest.

Next to it, Magda is staring at me. His empty eyes seemed to say "...details."

"Do you say that if you soak it in salt water, the whites will turn red?"

"I don't think so. He's red because he eats krill."

The same principle is that shrimp and crab shells are red.

"More importantly... ...this salmon is actually... ...a white fish!"

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I expected a response like, "What!" but everyone fell silent.

Then he looked at the salmon on the table, and then at me, he looked at me with the same expression of pity on his face.

"... Jillo, at last his eyes are bad..."

"For now, will you tell me what else is wrong?"

Estella is very rude.

Salmon is really a white fish.

In the first place, red meat and white meat are classified by muscle type.

Red meat is suitable for long‐distance swimming.

White meat is the one with the most immediate effect.

If you classify it that way, salmon is a clear white fish.

I'm just red.

"Really?"

"I told you that my country was an island country, didn't I? I know a little bit about fish."

Therefore, I know how to eat salmon deliciously.

Actually, I've already made salmon flakes!

Jeanette's soup was so delicious that it was seasoned with sake to make a pretty delicious salmon flake. Now you can enjoy the old rice stored in the Yodamari-tei.

mixed salmon flakes

Don't you think it tastes good just by listening to it?

I don't have time to cook rice today, so I'm afraid I'll try it again next time... No, that's too bad.

"Come to think of it, I tried making salmon flake rice that Mr. Yashiro was talking about."

"Great job, Jinet! Bring it right now!"

"Yes!"

Jeanette left the room with a cheerful answer.

The kitchen is under renovation, and a simple camad is now installed in the courtyard. I made it.

They seem to have been cooking rice there. He can do it.

All you have to do is mix cooked rice with salmon flakes. It's also delicious to shake white sesame seeds or mix chopped leeks and butter in a chanchanyaki style.

Oh, I see.

"I think I've found a way to make use of course.

"Really?"

Estella peeped into me and Jeanette re-entered the room almost at the same time.

"Wow!"

"What!? What, Jeanette!"

"Yasilo and Estella kiss!"

"But I didn't do it! I didn't do it!"

The timing and viewing angle were probably the worst.

I've come under the shadow of a doubt.

"Well, Jeanette," If I do, I'll do it more secretly."

"I won't do this secretly!"

"Then I'll be sticky."

"Not even sticky!" "What's sticky?"

Estella blushes red.

"You're red meat,"

"Oh, it's noisy!"

Estella turned her back on me and sat down next to me.

He seems to be going to eat.

"20Rb".

"Oh, that's strange!? I'm sure I was invited to attend the tasting party for my new work!"

"I didn't say I'm not going to take the money."You're really going to be trampled on by money someday!"

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a fool's

I've already experienced it.

"Mr. Estella," You'll have to pay for it. It's shop owner's

"I'm really glad Jeanette is a decent person. Be careful not to infect Jiro."

What new virus am I?

A set meal of grilled salmon for three people will be on the table, except Magda, who had previously declared that she could no longer eat. Grilled salmon and salmon soup. a rice ball with salmon flakes It's a splendid salmon‐eaten salmon.

"It smells good."

The smell of grilled salmon spoils my taste.

Estella, on the other hand, is reluctant.

"... red,"

"Shrimp and tomato must be red."

"I'm talking about it because it's red even though it's a river fish. For example, what if beef is green, like cabbage?"

"I'll say, 'Oh, this... alien!'"

"...what does that mean?"

Really

Isn't aliens recognized in this world?

Maybe there's no concept of the universe.

It's "I observe, therefore there's space."

The universe is the same as you have to pay attention to.

Thanks to you, I've had an interesting joke slip. It's a serious situation. It's a matter of reparation.

"Well, if you really don't want to eat it," Cry and force yourself to fill your mouth."

"...I only hope that you will have something called tenderness, even a grain of sand."

Ignoring the grunting Estella, I put chopsticks in the salmon.

Salmon meat that is cooked slightly can be easily unraveled by simply pressing it with chopsticks and can be of moderate size.

toss it into one's mouth ...mastic......delicious.

It's all salmon.

have a nostalgic taste

"It's delicious!"

Jeanette exclaims with joy.

He was staring at the salmon with his left hand holding his mouth and his big eyes narrowed happily. The gaze was just as envious.

Jeanette then takes a bite of rice balls with salmon flakes.

"What!"

At the moment, he opens his eyes like a gourmet comic book and looks as if he wants to say, "Oh my gosh!?"

`The salmon and the grains of rice are soaking in your mouth!'

... Uh-huh, what a shame!

I have no idea what it means.

I'm going to take a bite of the onigiri mixed with salmon flakes.

Well... If you like this rice, it'll taste better.

"Is it so delicious?"

"Yes, it's so delicious that I regret not knowing it before!"

"... if Jeanette says so much...."

Estella, still suspicious, slowly takes salmon to her mouth.

"...yes. It's a fish."

"You don't react very well!"

That's a scene where you've never eaten such a delicious food before, and you're so impressed that you're going to devour it!?

"If you say it's a fish from the sea, you'll be able to eat it without any problems."

"But doesn't that deceive you?"

"Is that so? If Jiro's story is true, he's out there once, right? I don't think it's a lie."

"Is that so?"

The conversation is going on as usual.

Let's be more impressed. It depends on the deliciousness of grilled salmon.

Well, I'm not particular about food enough to talk about poop when I've had a good meal.

Unless it's a gourmet comic book, how does it react to delicious rice?

"Mr. Jiro, how do I put this river fish or sea fish on the menu?"

"Well, 'roasted fish set meal' would be all right?

"Oh......well,"

You don't have to mark everything as a river.

There is no problem with a set meal of grilled fish, since grilled fish are served.

"This mixed rice is pretty good, too,"

If you change rice, it tastes several times better. It should have a higher potential."

This is not an ingredient to manage to eat stinky rice.

It's meant to make delicious rice more delicious.

"How about one, Mr. Magda?"

Magda, who has been looking at us silently for a while.

The gaze glued to the rice balls of the salmon flake mixture.

"If you can, go ahead."

"...thank you for the meal."

Magda picks up onigiri with salmon flakes and snaps them in her little mouth.

"...it's delicious."

"Yes!"

For some reason, Jeanette smiles happily and caresses Magda on the head.

Oh, yeah!

A plan came up to cover Magda's shortcomings.

"Well, Magda,"

"...I won't give it to you."

"Who asked for it?"

Magda wriggles to hide onigiri. ...you must have been full.

Or I have my own.

"Let's go hunting together tomorrow.""...together?"

"Oh, I'll let you overcome your shortcomings. I'll take the big game home and sell it to the Hunting Guild."

"...can Magda do it?"

"You can do it. No, I'll let you do it."

And let's make a lot of money.

Hmm, wait, my dear Ossan, who doesn't like hunting guilds.

You'd better work hard on the contract you've come up with. I'll make you feel bad for making a big hit.

"I'll make you a lunch box."

"...'Bento'?"

The pronunciation of the parrot‐turning magda was unstable.

Are there any words that correspond to bento?

"When adventurers and peddlers go on a long journey, they bring food, and it's a one-off version."

"Do you mean to take a meal of food?"

"Well, that's the case,"

As expected, Estella is quick to swallow.

It's not a meal, though.

"If you hunt prey and feel hungry, you can eat your own lunch box. and you will have to keep your hands off the game."

"...but I can't afford to cook."

"You cook from the beginning, and you only eat there."

"... bread?"

Really

Don't you have the custom of carrying cooked rice with you in this world?

Come to think of it, don't see too many people eating out.

"For example, I'm going to take these rice balls with me.

Speaking of bento, rice balls. And grilled salmon.

"But when you go out of town with the ready food... don't you feel cold?"

"What's wrong with cooling down?"

I'm sure the lunch box will still taste good even if it's cold.

I used to cool down the rice that had just been cooked for a while before eating it.

"Well, let's all go hunting tomorrow. That's where I'll show you the beauty of bento."

"Good! I want to go out and do it together!"

"How about Magda?"

"...good,"

"Can you hunt?"

"...leave it to me,"

"Then it's a decisive move,"

If things go well, we can secure a source of income.

Put a large amount of waste vegetables into a lunch box and have Magda hunt animals. The hunting guild buys the animal and it's perfect.

"How about you, Mr. Estella?"

"Well..."

Estella disapproved of Jeanette's invitation.

That's unexpected.

"I don't doubt Jiro, but I think hot food tastes better. I don't doubt Jiro."

"Don't say it over and over again. It's even more empty."

"Is cold rice delicious?"

"In my country, there is even a food called 'chilled Chinese'."

It is a food that is declared "beginning" here and there in summer. It's a feature of summer.

Nevertheless, Estella doesn't seem enthusiastic.

Isn't this guy obsessed with stereotypes?

No, I don't like red meat, no, I don't like cold rice.

You had better be reborn in Japan and eat ekiben. The world will turn upside down.

"Well... cold food..."

"If you don't like it so much, you don't have to come." I'm glad the ingredients are floating."

There's no such thing as rice for a guy who doesn't like it!

You should stay home alone!

"Genet, I'd like a lunch for three. I'll take care of the menu."

"Well, but," Mr. Estella..."

"Leave him alone. He's not an employee, and these days he's been eating for nothing. You don't have to share your lunch box."

"Sigh?"

As I declare, Estella glares at me with an obvious displeasure.

Well, you can just stare at it on your own. No matter what you do, I won't give in.

"Introduction tax..."

"Huh?"

"The inhabitants of this town are 400Rb, but for non-residents who haven't reported it to the lord, it's 5,000Rb."

"...what?"

Residents?

Declaration?

Oh, do you need that?

What's more, 5,000Rb? That means 50,000 yen for just going into the city!?

Or even the residents are overstaying 4,000 yen, aren't they?

"Well, it's none of my business," I'm a free outsider anyway."

"Estella".

"What?"

I speak gently to Estella with her belly button bent.

Turn around and look straight at Estella.

"I need you,""...you know, I think that line is very bad at this moment?""Without you, I'm sure I'll be ruined...""...what is your heart?""I don't have 5,000 Rb".".........I'll get you a one-time permit. You'll have to live in 42 wards for at least three months to become a resident."　Estella is a really nice guy. 　I'll give you a compliment. "You're pretty today too, Estella"."Oh, will you stop talking seriously about those things?""Come on! You'really."Are you complimenting me?"　She's hard to praise. "I'll get the permit by the end of the day. Instead, I'll get a decent reward.""""The right to go on a day's date with Yashiro (I'll pay for it).""You don't need it!""""Yashiro's right to eat homemade food (you have to pay for it.""""It's not your home cooking, what I want to eat!""""The right to eat Yashiro's foot dish (you have to pay for it.""""What is foot cooking? If you can, can you do it for me.　Eventually Estella asked for two weeks' worth of lunch in exchange for a permit. 　She's quite a small woman. "I want to see your parents' faces, by all means,"`--?!?'"Huh? What'said he."...I don't think we've reached that stage yet?""What are you talking about?""What?""Huh?"　I don't think we're at odds with each other, but... well, you know what? 　Thus it was decided to go hunting for the fate of Yodamari-tei. 　We've had to prepare lunch boxes at the same time as the donation to the church, but we've got to encourage Jeanette to do her best. 　When I looked at Genet, 「…………」　He stared at me with a wistful look on his face. He looks a little dissatisfied. "What's the matter?""...no, I don't mean anything to you know."　Jeanette holds her chest and exhales once. "...no, it's nothing, after all."　What's going on?　If you have anything to say, speak up. That's disgusting. 　After that, we discussed what to put in the lunch box, what gate to get out of and where to go hunting, and what gate to get back through to get a lower entry tax. 　The comments were mainly from Estella and I, and Magda only had a word or two to say about hunting. 　Jeanette was quiet all the time and felt uncomfortable, as if something had been stuck in her back teeth. "Then I'll go and apply for a permit,"　The whole story is settled and Estella stands up. "Oh, I'll see you off,"　Troubled, Jeanette stands up and follows. 　But he stopped just outside the room and turned round. "Oh, you know, Mr. Jiro said.　Then he picked up the hem of his apron dress and bowed adorably. "What do you think...?""What... I mean, it'said he."I see! Thank you!"　Jeanette, who had a bright expression on her face, fluttered down the corridor. 　I wonder what it is. 　What are you competing with? 　Well, if Jeanette gets in a good mood, it's nothing like that. 　I'm me, I'll do whatever I want. "... Jillo,"　Magda calls me. ... Call me away. "...Is Magda cute?""Oh?"「…………」「…………」"...that's enough."　Magda left the room with that much to say. 　The room next to me was rented out to Magda, and I think I went back there. 　I'm left in the room. 　Women's hearts are hard to understand, aren' 　I certainly don't think you're in love with me. 　I took a bite of the salmon flake mixed rice balls that I had dared to leave behind, and I was convinced that the rice would taste good even if it was cold.

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