Chapter 115 – 63-1 Elves Eat Meat.
“Is Allen here?”
“Have you been feeling well all this time, Brother Allen?”
When the gate of the mansion opened, Maros and Dyce, who were waiting, greeted me politely.
“Kids. It’s nice to be on set today.”
Allen showed a satisfied smile and patted the two shoulders lightly.
“Maros.”
“Yes, Brother Allen.”
“Let’s have a meal or something.”
“I will prepare it soon. Ariana… Is the sister’s attendant, hey there. Tell the chef to hurry up and prepare the dish.”
“Yes, Master Maros.”
“Oh, and since you’re a valuable guest, ask for special attention.”
“All right.”
Upon hearing Maros’ order, the maid with a young face headed for the kitchen at once.
“Brother Allen. Let’s have a cup of tea while we prepare the meal.”
“I get it. Dice are also coming up.”
“Yes, Brother Allen.”
With the sun high in the sky behind them, Maros guides them to the dining room, where they sit down and enjoy the tea brought by the maid.
“By the way, Allen-nii-nii… What happened to that example…?”
Maros, who drank tea and swallowed, asked about what happened yesterday in a nervous voice.
“Young. I handled it well, so don’t worry and get on with your business.”
“…Are you lying? Such hypocrisy to reassure me…”
“Bastard… Why do you think so? No, you didn’t believe me in the first place? This kid…”
“Oh, no… To be honest… That’s right. I didn’t trust Allen.”
“To be honest, I thought I wouldn’t be able to convince you. But who am I? He is a man who makes the impossible possible. So rest assured, let your business go smoothly. Because I solved it without any backtracking.”
“…May I ask how you solved it?”
“Hmm… It’s a bit difficult to say that it’s personal privacy.”
“…You didn’t kill him, did you? Pamela Silbernas…?”
It makes sense for Maros to say that to me.
In the game, the more you progress through Pamela’s story, the more powerful people can’t move in front of her wealth. Indeed, it was because she was a crazy bitch with demonic talent.
Also, even in the world behind her, the self-proclaimed backstreet, Pamela’s giants who spread her notoriety did not make eye contact with her.
And I said it yesterday, but if I told the person concerned that it was resolved today, it would be hard to believe.
If you say that you solved the vicious Pamela Schilbernas in less than a day, it would be false hypocrisy to tell you to be relieved rather than believe it.
“I kill Pamela senior for some merit. And don’t curse at Pamela-senpai from now on.”
“Yes? What do you mean by that…?”
“There is such a thing. Anyway, this job ends here. Say no more.”
“Ah, I see.”
“Congratulations, Brother Maros.”
“Who is this bastard teasing now? It’s been so long since you haven’t been hit, have you forgotten your senses?”
“Oh, no. I’m not trying to make fun of you…”
‘If you see a quick-witted guy doing that on purpose, you’d wonder if he was making fun of me.’
“Stop both. And Maros. When have I ever lied to you? It’s a little bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of this.
“Oh, no, I decided to follow Brother Allen and Brother Welton unconditionally! Do you think I should… Doubt it!?”
‘That bastard… Just looking at it, it seems like he reluctantly trusts me.’
When she looked at the spell engraved on Maros, she was shaking violently.
“For the last time. I’ve taken care of Pamela’s case, so I won’t bother you anymore. Wouldn’t it be better if you could help?”
“Yes? That evil… No…”
Maros, who was trying to say something out of the myriad words starting with evil, devil, vicious, evil, and evil, was stuttering violently like a device that was buffered, as if he had remembered what I had said.
“When I call Pamela from now on, just Pamela. Call me like that.”
“…Ah, I see.”
A knocking sound broke the tumultuous atmosphere.
Soon after, the door opened and a cart full of dishes came in, and the delicious steak dish in front of me, Maros, and Dyce sat at the table, stimulating the salivary glands.
“Okay, then let’s eat.”
****
“Good job, Maros.”
“I’m glad you got hit in the mouth.”
“Today is also my daily bread, thank you, brothers.”
Arlen, who placed the last plate on top of the water North Korean dish, raised her hand slightly as she drank.
“The feast is over. And Dice. I suffered for a week.”
“No. I was just doing what I was told to do.”
“You have to do well in order to be praised. Maros.”
Allen put down the water cup and calls Maros.
“Yes, Brother Allen.”
“It’s hard to do the current business on your own, so delegate an important role to Dice’s current business.”
“All right. But what kind of role should I take on?”
“Um… No. I’d rather give him money and a week’s time.”
“Yes? Why are you doing that…?”
When asked for money and a week’s time, Maros looked at Allen incredulously.
“Dice.”
“Yes, Brother Allen.”
“You did a great job at the academy. It’s not enough to praise him until his saliva dries up.”
“Thank you for being kind to me, Brother Allen.”
“Like I said earlier. I’ll give you a lot of money and a week’s time. So, prove your place in this business and prove that you are a necessary talent.”
“Thank you for the opportunity, Brother Allen.”
Dyce, who was told to prove it, got up from his seat and bowed his head.
Then, at Allen’s gesture to go out, Dice greets them again and leaves the restaurant.
“Hey, Brother Allen. Dice…? And if you run away.”
“Does this guy have good hair? I won’t run away. Who is holding the lifeline, will they run away?”
Allen gave Maros a good laugh of hers and tapped her on the neck.
“I-I will not betray you, Brother Allen.”
“Who said what? Hmm… Well, take care of your business and do it well. Then I go first.”
“Are you going to leave already?”
“No, to meet Evelyn after a long time.”
“Ah, that’s right. You are in the room you stayed in last time. May I guide you?”
“It’s okay. Look at the work Then rest in peace.”
Leaving her words to rest in peace, Allen left the restaurant.
As Allen’s footsteps recede, Maros lets out a sigh of relief, saying it’s a relief that he didn’t close the business.
****
“This steak is really good. I should have eaten something so delicious, but… I lost half of my life.”
“That’s right. But if I ate it rare, it would have tasted better…”
“Hmmmm…! I think medium is better…?”
“Is that so?”
The two elves seemed to be watching a two-person discussion, answering and arguing about the pros and cons of medium and rare, as if their tastes were firm.
‘I became a slave to steak.’
And the discussion of the elves.
Allen, who was watching through the crack in the door, seemed to have never seen such a heated discussion in his life.
It was also surprising that the elves… The elves, who were called vegetarians and vegans, ate meat and talked about the pros and cons.
‘You seem to be doing well. As long as they don’t even notice that I’m here.’
As soon as the door opened, the two elves turned their heads toward the door.
“Uh?”
“Oh, are you here?”
“You eat well. Does the meat taste good?”
Allen sees a half-disappeared steak plate.
And when Evelyn and Rosaria were caught, their faces turned red.
“Okay. Eat a lot. You need to eat protein to make your body strong.”
“Oh, I have no choice but to eat it…! If you only eat salad every time, you’re insulting the chef…!”
“Oh, that’s right, Master! The efforts and fruits of the human chef…! We can’t throw it away because of our eating habits…!”
The way he hurriedly made excuses was like a kid who broke something and spat out words.
“Who said what? Eat a lot. If it tastes good, eat it, what excuse are you making?”
“It’s enough without eating this medium steak!”
“Me too…!”
Seeing Evelyn showing off her pride and Rosaria reluctantly following her, she wanted to hurt her.
“Then can I eat it?”
“…That, that’s… A bit… Isn’t it? Giving someone else the dish the chef worked hard to make for us is a bit… Isn’t it?”
“…As the elder said…! Also, we can’t, uh, have no choice but to give leftover steak to the owner…”
“Are you okay. I don’t care about that. So give me a fork eat.”
Rosalia’s hand, which showed her troubled expression and handed the fork to Allen, trembled in regret.
“Can I take it away? Come on, eat.”
Allen dipped a sliced steak with a fork and fed it to Rosaria.
“Go, thank you.”
“What is gratitude? Still, it’s good that Rosaria is kind. Unlike anyone else.”
“…Does this sound like it’s targeting me?”
“Why? Do you have anything to stab?”
“…No. Aren’t there any stabbings?”
“That’s all right. Eat a lot, Rosaria.”
“I-I can eat, master.”
Allen forks the steak again and tries to feed it to Rosaria.
Evelyn, who watched her carefully and chewed her steak, had an expression that was not appropriate.
“Eat it. Because favors like this don’t come easily.”
“…Yes. Then I will eat it with thanks.”
Pushing her long, down-to-earth hair over her long ears, Rosaria eats her steak like her pampered lady.
Cook Cook.
“Why?”
Her white fingers pricked Allen’s arm.
“…Hmm!”
“Why are you doing that? I’m full?”
“…It’s okay.”
I knew very well what stabbing my arm meant.
“If you tell me honestly, they will listen.”
Allen, speaking softly, fed Rosaria her steak again.
Upon hearing that, Evelyn patted her petty dish with a fork, contemplating whether or not to speak.
When the sound of the plates clattering stopped, Evelyn chewed and swallowed the steak with a sullen expression.
“…Now, ah, do it.”
“…It’s okay.”
“Ego.”
When I took a piece of steak and brought it close to Evelyn’s mouth, Evelyn reluctantly opened her mouth with a look that she couldn’t help it.
“Ah…”
“You eat well. Can you feed me again?”
“…Do it if you want to.”
A disingenuous elf.
When she sees her like this, she wants to tease her again, but because she’s cute, she just let her go.
