Sizzle, sizzle.
“Shiro, three okonomiyaki are ready.”
“Got it, Shun-oniichan.”
“Shun, ten okonomiyaki.”
“What?!”
Well, I’m in complete chaos right now. Shiro and Fran are helping out as salespeople, but the orders just won’t stop. I’m just frantically grilling okonomiyaki-like things on the griddle.
“Goodness, why did the Margrave’s family pay for everything?!”
That’s right. Emilia-sama said that food made at my stall would be free.
Yes, Emilia-sama, not the Margrave. Because of that, we’re getting tons of orders and are incredibly busy.
Spin, spin, spin.
“The round bakes are ready!”
“Wow, as expected of Horn!”
Then, Horn showed remarkable skill in making perfectly round takoyaki-like balls, so even though she’s only five, we entrusted her with the grilling. Furthermore, Kent-chan, who came up with the name “round bakes,” praised Horn’s grilled balls with a big smile, exclaiming “Delicious!”, which only attracted more people from the town.
Well, it seems okay, as Toria-san is watching over Horn while grilling meat. Ao is diligently helping with the grilling, and Sue and the others are busy chopping vegetables. I was worried about Casey-san and Telma-san, but it seems they’re too busy to think about anything else.
“This is amazing, it’s a huge success!”
“Don’t just casually stand in line with ale in your hand!”
Why is the Margrave standing in line with the townspeople?
Judging by the amount ordered, it looks like it’s for the entire Margrave’s household.
“We made it free, but if you then use your authority to cut in line for the food, it will be a nuisance to the townspeople. Everyone is equal before the offerings of God.”
Yeah, the Margrave was striking a cool pose and trying to sound dignified, but it was painfully obvious that what he really wanted was an excuse to raise a toast with the townspeople.
“The parade wagons are back!”
The townsfolk pointed down the street as the procession that had been making its way around the capital finally returned to the square. One after another, barrels filled with ale were unloaded and placed in the center of the plaza.
Then Maria-san stepped forward and began cooling the barrels with ice magic.
Ah. I had a very bad feeling about this.
“All right, everyone! This is the sacred ale that has toured the town. One cup per person, please!”
“Yeah!”
“““Woooooooh!”””
Aaaah, I knew it!
Back in my previous life, there had been ceremonies where sacred sake was distributed to participants after a ritual. This looked like pretty much the same thing.
Emilia-sama herself is handing out cups of ale, and if the ecstatic reactions from the crowd were any indication, the townspeople’s excitement was only going to climb even higher.
As I watched the line surge forward, I couldn’t help but feel that the festival was rapidly transforming into a giant drinking party disguised as a religious celebration. And judging by the gleam in the Margrave’s eyes, that outcome suited him perfectly.
This is translated by Yume Neiji. Kindly read at yumeneijiworks.com
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