After breakfast, we started today’s paperwork… or rather, it turned out there wasn’t actually much sorting left to do.
“Margrave-sama, please go through all of these documents and sign them.”
“Huh?”
The Margrave stared at the stack as if he couldn’t understand what he was seeing.
But Emilia-sama was completely serious.
“Darling, most of the documents I brought yesterday are related to the harvest festival. They require immediate processing. This is what happens when you settle things with verbal promises instead of written agreements.”
“I… I understand…”
In other words, the towering pile on the desk didn’t even require sorting anymore. Every single one of them simply needed urgent signatures. With a calm “this is only natural,” Emilia-sama left the margrave slumped in despair.
Our role shifted to monitoring him and assisting the butler and staff.
Just as I prepared to do my part, Emilia-sama spoke again.
“Since there’s no detailed sorting needed today, Sue and the others can handle things just fine. I’ll be borrowing Shun.”
“…Huh?”
“““Ah, yes. Please go ahead.”””
And just like that, I was gently sent off by Sue and the others, completely unaware of what was going on, as I followed Emilia-sama out.
“Emilia-sama, where are we headed?”
“To the kitchen.”
A bad feeling crept up on me.
No way. There’s no way Emilia-sama knows I used to run food stalls in the eastern and northern margravate… right?
“Head chef, I’ve brought Shun.”
“Madam, thank you very much. So this is the famed “Lightning Chef Adventurer” huh. Mm, good, good.”
The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I was greeted by a dog beastman chef speaking with Emilia-sama.
Yeah. Confirmed. This is absolutely happening.
“Shun, I want you to help develop dishes for the harvest festival. Since there are many beastkin, I’d like something hearty and bold.”
“Emilia-sama, I am an adventurer though…”
“Talk details with the head chef. I’ll be leaving now.”
Click.
Yeah. I was smoothly abandoned.
Honestly, she’s probably capable of this level of ruthless delegation precisely because she used to be royalty and is now the Margrave’s wife.
“Ahh, we heard that a talented chef who created dishes in other margravate has arrived. We were hoping you would guide us.”
“I… I’m an adventurer though…”
“We are very much looking forward to what kinds of dishes you will create.”
Even the head chef and other cooks completely ignored my protest. The people of the Western Margravate really don’t seem to care about minor details like this at all.
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeneijiworks.com
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