Elaine's cold voice ca through the crystal ball on the table. Though slightly tinged with anger, she maintained her composure.
I had to endure Elaine's nagging for a while.
"Yes, Mother."
I replied with a bitter smile. One month of confinent. That was much longer than I had anticipated.
Once I returned to the estate, I would be confined to my room for a month. Well, I could probably make excuses to go for walks.
Confinent was a light punishnt. I could just rest for a month. If necessary, I could let ti pass automatically.
"Of course, Mother. Ah, I would like to request that the handling of the captured Pfprek Bandits be left to ."
Elaine acknowledged my rit.
Exterminating the bandits was a noble deed. This would slightly improve my reputation.
"Thank you, Mother."
After so more conversation, the communication ended.
She said she would send troops and carriages to transport the bandits tomorrow morning. And a carriage for as well.
According to the plan, I would arrive at the estate tomorrow afternoon. The long-neglected prison would also be put to use.
'When did Hassent even prepare this?'
I picked up the magic communication device on the table. It was sothing Hassent had prepared. Truly, a ticulous butler.
I then looked across the table. Yuria was there, hiding her appearance under a black coat and cloth. In front of her was the porridge I had given her. It was obvious she was malnourished, so I couldn't give her sothing as greasy as samgyeopsal.
"You left so. Didn't it suit your taste?"
"No. I will finish it properly."
"I didn't an to force you to eat. It's natural that you can't eat much after starving for so long. But eat this."
I handed her a palm-sized container.
"What is this?"
"Super Vitamin. Lemon flavor. It contains all the nutrients a person needs. Take one a day. Rember, you must wait 24 hours after taking one before taking another."
It was an item I got from a random draw. The container held 99 pills. I had taken one and left the rest untouched. I always had plenty of food, and with my high stamina stat, I didn't need it.
I watched Yuria swallow the pill and stood up.
"I'll go eat and co back. Stay here."
"Yes, Master."
***
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
The samgyeopsal placed on the large pot lid began to cook deliciously. Under the pot lid, a bonfire was blazing.
I swallowed my saliva as I slled the kimchi cooking. In my opinion, kimchi cooked in pork fat was the best.
I glanced around. The knights and villagers seated here and there were also swallowing their saliva as they watched the pot lid.
I had invited not only the knights but also the villagers to gain a reputation for showing rcy to commoners. Additionally, if they spread the word about pot lid samgyeopsal, it would benefit .
If rumors spread, I could even sell pot lids and kimchi!
'I wanted to introduce Yuria to the taste of Korean barbecue... What a pity.'
It was obvious it would be bad for her health, so I couldn't force her to eat.
"Is it still not ready?!"
A desperate voice beside asked.
"Not yet, Sir Martin. Now, let's cut it."
Martin was the least experienced among the six knights gathered here. Of course, I, as a noble, was an exception, and Head Butler Hassent held the title of baron.
"Yes. Leave it to ."
Martin confidently picked up the long strip of samgyeopsal with tongs and began cutting it with scissors.
I clicked my tongue. His movents were clumsy.
'Ugh! This is frustrating.'
I understood. It was probably his first ti cutting samgyeopsal.
"...Sir Martin. Give the tongs and scissors. Let show you how to cut it."
I stood up. I was too short to do it while sitting. The gazes of the people at the other tables focused on . They would follow my example.
"This is how you cut it."
I held the tongs in my left hand and the scissors in my right.
I enjoyed grilling at, including samgyeopsal. Not only did I eat it at restaurants, but I also occasionally grilled it at ho.
With practiced movents, I began cutting the at. There was none of Martin's awkwardness.
After cutting it with the scissors, I grilled the samgyeopsal a bit more.
"Now. Let's eat."
I demonstrated first. I picked up the well-grilled kimchi and samgyeopsal with chopsticks and placed them on a plate. After letting them cool slightly, I put them in my mouth.
I shivered. Samgyeopsal and kimchi were always a delicious combination. The others began eating, following my lead.
"I heard samgyeopsal is pork belly... I never knew such a delicious part existed!"
"Is this food called kimchi? It's a bit spicy, but it suits my taste perfectly!"
"Ugh. I can't stop using my chopsticks!"
The knights exclaid in admiration as they picked up samgyeopsal with their chopsticks. I had taught them how to use chopsticks when we ate ran last ti. Since they didn't use chopsticks often, they were still clumsy.
"Young Master. What is that?"
"Ah. This is called ssam. You wrap the samgyeopsal with lettuce and ssamjang."
I demonstratively put the lettuce wrap into my mouth.
The knights hurriedly followed, holding lettuce in one hand and wrapping the ssam.
"Oh... Ohhh! Just wrapping greens around at creates such a flavor!"
"This ssamjang sauce goes so well with samgyeopsal! Is this ssamjang delicious on its own?"
"Young Master! What is this ssamjang?!"
"Ah. This is called Korea Magic Sauce."
"Korea Magic Sauce! So it's a sauce made with magic!"
"...Sure."
I skipped the detailed explanation.
Even if I explained, how much would they understand? The important thing was that ssamjang was delicious.
The at on the pot lid was gone in an instant. These were hearty n who had fought a battle today. It would be strange if they didn't eat a lot.
"I'll grill the at, Young Master."
Just as I was about to pick up the scissors again, Hassent stepped forward. Hassent's movents were not clumsy at all.
"Everyone, raise your soju glasses! We can't let this good day pass without a toast!"
"As expected of the Young Master!"
"Let teach you the toasting thod of ancient Korea. Follow ."
The people looked at , holding their soju glasses.
I raised my soju glass high and shouted.
"National Pride!"
The knights began to follow .
"National Pride!"
"Nationaal Priide!"
"Natiooonal Priiide!"
I listened to their cries of national pride and downed my soju in one shot. Soju was indeed the best with samgyeopsal.
'This is otherworldly national pride.'
I shivered with excitent.
"National Pride Coin, let's gooooo!"
I shouted without thinking.
And the people followed my words without understanding their aning.
"National Pride Coin, let's gooooo!"
"National Pride Coin, let's gooooooo!"
"National Pride Coin, let's gooooooooo!"
Cries of national pride echoed everywhere.
***
After finishing the al, I talked with the knights until late and then returned to my temporary residence.
The cleanest and best house in Artel Village was where I was staying. Entering the room, I saw Yuria asleep on a chair.
'...Because she's mine, I'll do this.'
I approached her and picked her up. Yuria had offered everything to in exchange for revenge. And I knew how to take care of what was mine.
"...."
Yuria's eyes snapped open. She was quite sensitive.
"Close your eyes and just sleep."
After laying Yuria on the bed, I left the room. I couldn't sleep yet because there was one more thing I had to do.
Leaving the house, I spoke to the knight on guard.
"Sir Martin. You've worked hard."
"Not at all, Young Master. Aren't you going to sleep?"
"I have sothing to discuss with the head butler. Do you know where he is?"
"Head Butler Hassent is staying in the next house."
"Thank you."
I headed to the next house.
I was nervous. Hassent was no fool. I had no idea what he wanted from .
"Head Butler. Are you inside?"
"Yes. Please co in, Young Master."
Opening the door, I saw the old butler standing straight. I was always impressed by his impeccable posture.
"Head Butler Hassent. Do you have sothing to say to ?"
"Young Master Eugene. Your heart condition has improved, hasn't it?"
Hassent's words made my heart drop.
"No. What are you talking about? As you know, my congenital heart condition is not ordinary. Even the highest-grade potions couldn't cure it, and renowned healers and healing mages have given up."
If it could have been cured, it would have been done long ago. With the power of the Pruckus Count's family, even the Magic Tower Lord could have been summoned.
But the heart condition remained uncured. Haruel Delishik, the first wife of Count Pruckus and Eugene Pruxus's biological mother, had died from the sa heart condition. If it could have been cured, Count Pruckus wouldn't have let her die.
"You had a seizure not long ago."
"My condition has improved recently, but seizures still occur occasionally."
"Young Master Eugene. You speak well, but you're not good at pretending to be sick. The servants might have been fooled, but... to soone with my discernnt, your act was obvious."
"...."
I stopped trying to make excuses. Hassent was already certain. I didn't rember pretending to have a seizure in front of Hassent... He must have been watching from outside my sight.
I sighed.
"Yes. My heart condition has been cured. One day, it suddenly disappeared."
"One day, suddenly?"
"I know it's hard to believe. But it truly disappeared one day."
"Are you referring to the day your attitude changed?"
"...Yes. Well, that's right."
I felt an odd discomfort. The day my attitude changed? I didn't know what he ant. When I first started this ga, I was quiet for a while to gather information.
"Young Master, have you been chosen by Serion?"
"...What?"
I tilted my head at the sudden, out-of-place question.
Serion was the only god in this world. She was said to be the goddess who created the world and possessed omnipotent power. There was a religious order that believed in and followed Serion, but it was weak compared to the Magic Tower.
Serion didn't appear in the original story, so I didn't know if she truly existed.
"Young Master, you've suddenly beco more mature. Of course, there are tis when you do things I can't understand, but the knowledge you possess is beyond what can be gained simply by reading books."
The other servants and vassals just accepted it. They weren't particularly interested in . On the other hand, Hassent must have sensed sothing strange and investigated .
"Young Master, you said you discovered my identity in the study. But there is no evidence in the study that could lead to my identity. I wouldn't make such a rookie mistake. Only the family head, madam, and a few vassals know my identity."
"...."
I scratched the back of my head with one hand. I had tried to use Hassent carelessly and got caught.
'I don't think I can kill Hassent with my current abilities. What should I do? Use an Emotion Control device? ...No. It's too precious to use on an old butler.'
My head was spinning.
"Young Master, you knew about Artel Village. Most importantly, you knew that the Ferek Bandits, disguised as rcenaries, would attack the village. And Yuria Grace. Isn't she the illegitimate child of the Helbrit Duke?"
"...Head Butler. I admit defeat. No matter what I say, you won't believe . What do you want from ?"
"One thing. Answer truthfully and properly."
Hassent's deep, cold gray eyes stared at intently. I t his gaze without flinching.
"Young Master, have you been chosen by Serion, like the legendary prophet Nophil?"
"Yes. That's exactly it."
After all, this was a dieval fantasy.
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