As scheduled, we safely arrived at the barony.
The first priority was securing lodgings, but a problem arose.
“Unfortunately, we only have one room available. It comes with a bunk bed.”
“That’s fine then.”
Even though only one room was available, Sue readily agreed, so the lodging problem was quickly resolved.
“““Rock, paper, scissors!”””
Instead, the real excitement erupted in a heated game of rock-paper-scissors to decide who would sleep with whom—between me and Sue.
We were planning to stay two nights in the barony, leaving tomorrow free for sightseeing. Since we’d arrived in the late afternoon, dinner and bedtime came quickly.
But this inn offered rooms only, so we all headed out for dinner together.
“Ah… I wish we could eat at home. Oniichan’s cooking was better.”
“““Yeah!”””
“‘What do you mean yeah? Sue, you too—why are you agreeing?”
The moment we stepped into town, everyone seemed to agree with Shiro’s complaint.
When you travel to a new place, you have to try the local delicacies you know.
So, we headed to a nearby eatery. Unfortunately, it turned out to be a complete disaster.
“This doesn’t taste good.”
“It’s all greasy”
“The meat’s tough too…”
Even though the restaurant was crowded and clearly popular with locals, the food they served was awful. The dishes were drenched in oil, the meat overcooked, and the seasoning completely off. I couldn’t eat it, and Ao wasn’t even willing to try digesting it.
And the one most furious about the terrible food? Sue.
“Who on earth made this abomination?!”
Whoa—
Sue was yelling, which was rare enough to make everyone pause.
But then, some of the other patrons nearby started smirking and calling out to us.
“Hahaha, this place doesn’t serve first-timers.”
“You need a recommendation to even get a decent meal here.”
Wait…. does that mean they deliberately serving bad food to newcomers?
From the back of the kitchen, the chef was grinning as he watched us.
No way—that was just cruel.
I am now starting to get angry too.
At that moment, some other diners seemed to notice us.
“Hey, isn’t that the party from the northern frontier? The martial arts tournament champion, the black-haired boy, the blonde girl, a slime, and bunch of kids?”
“The black-haired boy is rare enough so there’s no mistaking it. That means…. this place is basically challenging the Lightning Chef and the Holy Empress, right?”
“Isn’t that a bad idea? Especially since the Lightning Chef is rumored to mercilessly electrocute anyone who treats his food carelessly.”
Once our identities were recognized, the murmurs around the restaurant grew louder.
Actually, I probably wouldn’t use electric shocks on someone who treats food so carelessly.I’m not sure about this time though.
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeineijiworks.wordpress.com.
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