Chapter 95

Chapter 95: 95

That was the sight I saw on my way home from finishing my job as an auditor at the Department of Defense.

I see a face in the hallway of the royal castle. That was Raini. Across the street from Raini stood a man, looking at each other like we were in trouble.

“Raini?”

“Ah, Master Anis.”

“This is Her Royal Highness the King.”

Raini, voiced, gives a gentle thank you, and the man standing opposite him gives a deep thank you. Raini is a samurai outfit, and the man dressed as… a cook?

You saw it in another rare combination, and I speak up.

“He looked like he was in some kind of trouble, but something happened?

“No, it’s not important… I was hoping to ask Lady Raini for her feedback.”

The cook man scratches his head like he has trouble with what to say. Long, limp, fleshy, lean, etc. To stay out of the way, the hair is pulled back and tied like a tail.

Amethyst-colored eyes shake left and right at the lack of location, and slight tone of tension can be felt. But I don’t get the impression that I’m scared, so I think you’re simply concerned about me in the royal family.

“Mr. Nair. Ask Anis what he thinks at this time.”

“Huh? Are you sure, I feel terrible…”

Raini tried to get me involved. Then the cook man, called Nair, is anxiously shaking his shoulder. My gaze at you and me looked very troubled.

“It’s not important, but I think Raini should solve the problem?

“… right. When I hear about Mr. Nair’s work environment, I think I’d better do something about it.”

“Huh. I wish I could take a seat somewhere. Was that Nair? You’re a royal cook, aren’t you? Do you have a break room, a refrain room, somewhere free?

“To invite Her Royal Highness Sister Wang…”

“Fine, never mind. You suddenly have trouble being taken to a salon or something, don’t you?

“… right”

Speaking with the salon, Nair let him shake his neck left and right with a bitter smile. Because it doesn’t feel like nobility to see. You have trouble getting something taken to the salon, don’t you?

It seemed a little awkward, but Nair’s guide led us to the cooks’ quarters. There are other people taking breaks, and when you see me, you turn your gaze at me.

“Oh, you don’t have to take a seat. I don’t even want to thank you. Sorry to bother you.”

“And, but… hey, Nair! You, what have you done!

“Yes, no, if I had consulted Lady Raini on an example, I would have asked Her Royal Highness Sister Wang for her opinion…”

“No, well, maybe so… but that’s why I can’t believe I called the royal family into such a modest room”

“I don’t care…. Well, I’ll explain it well around, so I don’t blame you guys for anything.”

I don’t have to explain it to you. I think you can do it. And there’s Raini as an explanator, and we’ll get Raini to do something about it.

“So? What was Nair talking to Raini about?

“That explains from me, doesn’t it? Mr. Nair would like a supplement.”

“Yes, sir”

“Dear Anis, as you can see, Mr. Nair keeps the kitchen of the Royal Palace, but the cooks have had common problems lately and there is no way to solve them. I have a feeling too, so I was wondering if I could help.”

“Hmm? But it’s not important, is it?

“Yep. But I think it’s a pretty big problem for the cooks.”

“What’s the problem?

It’s about your meal, Mr. Uphilia.

“Uffi’s meal?

I didn’t think the center of the problem was Uffi. I turned my eyes round. Huh? I don’t have the impression that Uffi is having any problems with the meal.

A little confused. You understood my signs, Raini smiled bitterly and scratched her cheek.

“Nothing. That’s not why Master Uphilia is having eclampsia or leaving a meal behind. Instead, they eat exactly what they serve.”

“So what’s the problem?

“… whatever you serve won’t change your reaction, Your Majesty.”

Nair groans as he drops his shoulder disappointingly. Other people who listened to us are dropping their shoulders, trying to follow the depressed Nair as much as they can.

Hmm? That whatever dish you serve to Uffi won’t change your reaction? You think that’s a serious enough problem to talk to Raini?

“It’s only a concern from the cook’s side that Her Majesty has nothing to do with it…”

“You can eat without leaving a meal…”

“I can tell you it was delicious properly, and you can work for it…”

“I don’t know what Her Majesty prefers.”

“Uffi’s food preference?

When one begins to speak, he speaks blurry troubles as if he were going to hitch a ride around as well. I had my eyes set on the content.

“Yep… so, um, we’re both very concerned about dedication… not to mention the minor problem of moving to the Kingsguard Knights dining room where we want some people reassigned…”

“Mr. Nair also originally worked in the Cavaliers’ Dining Room, but a change of placement meant he was in charge of Mr. Uphilia’s meal.”

“As good as it gets? Um, so the problem with the cooks is that they don’t know what Uffi’s dietary preferences are, and they don’t know what to serve, and Uffi doesn’t complain at all, so on the contrary, that’s what pressure feels like and the work environment isn’t good?

“I’m ashamed…”

He is scratching the back of his head with a face like the nail is impudent. It wasn’t just Nair, the other cooks had the same face.

But it’s Yufi’s meal… This leans my neck a bit, even for me.

“… I thought it was the effect of becoming a spiritual contractor”

Uffi is a spiritual contractor. The sensibility is closer to the Spirit than it is to a person’s. I thought I was living my daily life unharmed because I was Ufi who originally had a sensitivity close to the Spirit, but do these fine distortions come up?

Originally, Uffi is also a character who does not act as a standard for his likes and dislikes. If you can eat it, think that’s good or something. Right. I don’t think I’m going to eat this because I don’t like it when it’s served.

But that makes you unhappy or anxious from the side that serves the food. That’s what a king of a country speaks of. They should be more aware of the gravity of their responsibilities than anyone else.

“I can’t ask directly from the cooks, and I’m a little concerned too…”

“I don’t think Ilia cares about that”

Raini also thinned, saying he was concerned about Yufi’s low interest in food.

Hey, should we do something about this? But it’s not the same thing to tell me to eat it…

“If I said I could talk to him at a time like this, would he be the only one?”

“Lumi, it was just fine!

A corner of the garden that your father manages. When I even went out to the square for the tea party, I found Lyumi sitting in a chair lazily.

Lyumi has accompanied us from the Black Forest before staying as a guest. That said, I just got a room, and I usually disappear freely and don’t know what I’m doing.

The corner of Father’s garden was one of the spots where Lhumi often surrendered, and there was a person he was looking for when he visited and saw it at no good source.

“Oh, Anis. Still busy. How are you?

“Because energy is the handle. So there’s something I’d like to ask you?

“What do you want to hear?

“I’d like to ask you about the spiritual contractor’s dietary situation.”

I ask Lyumi as he sits down in the opposite seat of Lyumi. Lyumi opens her eyes just a little, and then she looks at me surprised to narrow her eyes.

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“What kind of blow? Not that I’m stingy… but are you finally going to be aggressive?

“Huh?”

“Hmm?

“… I’m a spiritual contractor, and that’s what I wanted to hear about my dietary preferences, my appetite,”

“Oh, not about the secret of love with the queen?

“Chitty, chitty, chitty! O, don’t burn the extra care!

That’s not what I meant by “meal”! No, I know that eating my magic is more nutritional than anything else for Uffi, but it’s not, because it’s not…!

I feel bright red at once. Keep my cheeks down and breathe. He had a grin that reminded him of a cat if he looked back in front of him. This ancestor really has a bad personality!

“Yes, sir. So, about the meal? Why are you doing that again?

“Actually…”

I explain to Lhumi the current situation of Uffi and the concerns of the cooks as I chew up the content to Lhumi. Llumi, who had returned his careless gavel while sitting idly, but by the time we finished talking, he had corrected his posture.

“As long as it’s done, I know what’s going on.”

“I knew if I became a spiritual contractor, would it affect my appetite or something?

“I will, what’s in my soul is the spirit. There will be enough appetite to maintain the flesh, which is a vessel, but the desire to eat that, the desire to eat this, will be about a hobby. Neither do I.”

“Oh well…”

Does it make a difference in senses from normal people after all? Even with appetite, it is magic to consume it as food for the Spirit. Food is only a vessel, a nutritional intake to maintain the flesh.

“If you’re thinking of maintaining your flesh, you’ll still be fine. Maintaining the flesh will be a hundred million robberies, and if you throw away the flesh, it will clear up and join the Great Spirit.”

“What about Rhumi?

“I’m pretty corrupt stuff. You like it? Human food. Anything from gastronomy to ghetto.”

“But it’s just a hobby.”

“That’s right…. Although I may not receive and feel the same way as Ufi because I have never been raised as a legitimate person. That kid’s something similar, but still would be better than me. I just can’t shake the fact that it’s magic that feeds the Spirit. That is no exception even for spiritual contractors. We would be satisfied if we had magic. A normal diet is just a nutritional intake or a hobby.”

Mmm… I knew it. Then it may be difficult to feed Yufi his favorite dish.

For the Spirit Contractor, a normal diet is not required more than the maintenance of the flesh. The Spirit is inherently thinner as a desire because it has no flesh. As long as you have the magic power, as long as you have enough nutrition to maintain your flesh, you won’t even care.

Even if that’s what it is, Uffi is the queen. It’s complicated for a cook not to suddenly make a meal into a substance or something elaborate. And when the queen takes the initiative and refrains from eating, I can’t even say that it doesn’t affect her surroundings either.

It’s a big deal, but it could also be the beginning of the abolition of the culture of cooking because Uffi doesn’t stick to cooking. I don’t think appetite can be obsolete because it’s the three greatest cravings of people, so it’s only enough to be cut off.

Anyway, I want to lay low on the side where there will be extra pursuits. It’s hard to leave this one case alone where Ufi’s governance is stabilizing but could spread Ufi’s anomaly.

“It’s not good if you’re having fun as a hobby. Which way does it take to maintain the body?”

“Um, I’ll just ask Yufi. I might ask you to talk to me again, but then, please, Lumi.”

“Yes, sir. You can thank me with magic.”

Peeling, and tongue-in-cheek, Lumi stroking her lips to look as if she were inviting something. I realized what that meant. I bluffed and turned my back. Your ancestors, maybe you’re joking, but weigh yourself in!

“What’s Yufi, your favorite food or something?

“Yes?”

After finishing the Queen’s affairs and returning to the House, I decided to ask Yufi, who was exhaling. It was at the edge of my sight that I saw Raini reacting and listening.

Yufi had blinked her eyes properly at my inquiry, but she puts her hands on her mouth as if something were bothering her.

“Especially when it comes to this”

“… meat, fish, see, you got something, right? I like this flavour – or I hate it the other way around.”

“Is it your dietary preference… what you make into a common man’s mouth didn’t fit your mouth very well. Like the dishes served at the stall of your patience. It was fresh, so I guess I’m just not used to eating it rather than simply liking it or not.”

“Oh, that happened… well, then you don’t usually eat this because you think it’s delicious?

“… you weren’t very conscious. We all thought it would be the same if we ate it. But it’s necessary to appreciate the flavour, so it doesn’t mean you haven’t tasted it and eaten it.”

No, no, maybe I’m not wrong, but I’m not. There was a place where Yufi was natural and uneven, but even in places like this, I would show off that kind of natural!?

“Meals are fun stuff, right?

“… if the magic of Anis…”

“Huh! Huh! Ordinary meal!

The Spirit Contractor is this, so already!

“… I’m so worried about my meal. From a standpoint, the possibility of poison cannot be discarded.”

My lips bend over to Yufi, who replies somewhere in trouble. This could be more problematic than I thought?

But it’s not like I’m wasting ingredients, and it doesn’t seem like the flavor matters because he said he could have a taste reputation or anything.

You mean you simply don’t feel the joy of eating? I’m eating because it’s an awesome obligation, and I feel like I’m hissing the air. This is definitely not just because I’m a spiritual contractor……

Uh-huh, I don’t know what to do, this!