This is the second day of our trip in the carriage. We are having dinner now. Our meals are completely in the hands of the two slave girls. Sakura and I are completely useless, even though we have <cooking> skill. Hey, skill! You should work harder.</cooking>
According to Mio, her <cooking> skill is high. Maria also has <cooking> skill, but she has no experience, so she starts by helping Mio. However, due to Maria’s good memory, she becomes skilled enough to serve us food she’d made by the second day.</cooking></cooking>
[Master! How was it? Delicious?]
Mio’s eyes shine brightly as she asks. She has a mental age of about 24 years, but sometimes, she still acts like an eight-year-old girl.
[Uh… This croquette. It is delicious.] (TL note: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Croquette)
[I agree. I’m confident in my ability to make croquettes.](Ed: The original line was “I said so. I’m confident in my croquette.”)
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Right now, we have bread (bought), croquettes, vegetable soup and tamagoyaki for food. (TL note: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamagoyaki), they are something unnatural to have during the trip.)(Ed: I tend to agree, especially since I don’t think they have any kind of refrigeration — unless their