Revenge of the Iron-Blooded Sword Hound - Chapter 46

Episode 46 Husband Hunting (1)

‘Was this what we had to do together?’

Bikir was looking down with a puzzled expression.

In front of him, Camus is smiling with both hands resting on her chin.

Bikir now had steaming bread, potatoes, boiled meat, and vegetables in front of Bikir.

“You have to eat to gain strength. Come on, eat a lot.”

At the words of Kamyu, who offered to feed him with the momentum, Bikire put his hand on his forehead.

It has already been more than ten days since I came to this fort.

In the meantime, Kamyu seemed to have overcome much of the sadness caused by the death of her second cousin.

……However, the way to overcome it was quite a headache for Bikir, because every time he came to the front of the hostel to eat together and use the torch.

Even five or six times a day!

“……What kind of meals do you eat six times a day?”

“Eating small amounts often is good for health.”

“I tend to eat one meal a day. I’d rather skip the next meal.”

“Uh huh. Don’t you know that skipping meals leads to loss of fighting power? It’s a violation of military law.”

“Then you don’t really eat.”

At Bikir’s point, Kamyu slightly averted his gaze with a cold expression.

At the same time, it was Camu who put a little salad in his mouth and mumbled.

“I’m full just watching you eat.”

“…”

Bikir grimaced as he chewed on the meat.

I can’t figure out why a 15-year-old girl from a different family, whom I met again after 7 years, is so kind to me.

‘Could it be for an arranged marriage?’

Before returning, Camu strategically discussed marriage with numerous partners, but none of them actually held a wedding ceremony.

It would be difficult if he had chosen himself as a candidate for a marriage of convenience, the promising head of the Baskervilles.

‘Because I am leaving the Baskervilles.’

Are you just leaving? I’ll break it up later.

What was the result of taking on all the dirty work in the family?

You have to pay back all the dirty and disgusting sensations of that moment when you were waiting for the guillotine on the scaffold with the sword of false accusation.

So it was better not to get involved with the daughters of the House of Morgue.

If you get involved in a useless scandal or a love triangle in the future, it will be a headache.

This was true not only for Camus, but for any woman in the world.

And Kamyu, who has no way of knowing Bikir’s thoughts, still asks with an innocent expression.

“Did you poop in the meat?”

“……?”

“You look like you’re chewing shit.”

After hearing Kamu’s words, Bikir blinked a few times with a nonchalant expression, then picked up the fork again and ate.

During that time, I hadn’t looked in front of me once.

Meanwhile.

Camu felt a fresh feeling towards Bikir, who had always maintained a cold attitude.

Usually, when she asks to have a meal together, everyone in the family, regardless of gender or age, is happy to do so.

In particular, in the case of men outside the family, even before the meal, the expression on the face is already bright with anticipation.

It was a very natural thing.

Because Camus was young, genius, pretty, and a future powerful man.

However, Bikir was thoroughly denying the common sense and experience of Kamu accumulated over 15 years.

“It would be better to eat separately from now on.”

“What? Why?”

“inconvenient.”

Bikir put down his fork and said.

At that, Camus nodded as if he could.

Not surprisingly, the restaurant where Bikir was eating was almost always occupied by women.

Ido woman serving food Ido woman serving food. Men are rarely found.

Camus grinned.

“Ah, what else am I saying? The House of Morgue is a matrilineal society, so most of the combatants are women. The men usually cook in the back kitchen.”

It is different from the Baskerville family, which is an extreme male society.

Just as males have a slightly better advantage in learning swordsmanship, females have a slightly better advantage in learning magic, so naturally, most of the Morgue army must be made up of women.

Instead, men were in charge of supply from the rear, and in fact, this was also an important military branch as much as combat.

“My uncle in charge of supplies is currently bedridden with chest pains, so I don’t have many supplies. I still eat a lot.”

Camus ignored Bikir’s request to have a separate meal.

Instead, he shifted the topic subtly by serving boiled potatoes on Bikir’s plate.

“You don’t have anything like this at home, do you?”

The object Camus shrugged about was the potato.

This is a super potato improved by Morgue’s plant-based magic.

However, if there is a downside, it is not tasty as a result of paying too much attention to nutritional value.

Camus chewed on the tough potato and said.

“Nutritionally, it has been improved, but the only flaw is that it lacks taste.

Then Bikir stared at the potato, then picked up a fork.

Apparently, it seems difficult to get rid of the approaching Camus for a while.

This was the domain of the House of Morgue, and she is in charge of it.

Bikir decided to go along with Kamu’s change of topic for now.

“It’s not tasty.”

“……huh?”

Camus asked.

Bikir took Morgue’s potatoes with a serious expression.

“It’s not tasteless. It’s just that you cook tastelessly.”

“Huh? I’m sorry, but the chef in this fortress is a former chef in the imperial capital. I’m picky about my taste, so I take him with me. If the food he cooked doesn’t taste good, then it’s nothing.”

At those words, Bikir shook his head.

‘…Since there is a problem with the supply, I’ll have to eat this for a while anyway.’

Bikir got up with a potato and headed to the kitchen.

Then Bikir cut the potatoes into several pieces with a knife and rolled them lightly in salt and vinegar.

After that, the dried leaves of Mentrake and the juice of the fruit of the Sabic tree were put in a pot with potatoes and steamed.

The chef in the kitchen is surprised to see Bikir and approaches.

“Hey. What are you doing now…”

But Camu, who came into the kitchen afterwards, dissuades the chef.

“…”

She was watching Bikir’s hand movements closely.

Before long, Bikir held out the steamed potatoes in front of the chef.

“This way, the earthy smell will go away and the sugar content will increase. The texture will be as crisp as a regular potato.”

Then the chefs in the kitchen exclaimed in unison.

“Oh, was there a way to trim these potatoes like this?”

“It’s amazing. It’s a breed that hasn’t been improved in a while, so how?”

“Really! It doesn’t smell like dirt! Ohhh! The texture is like a normal potato?”

Chefs immediately put Bikir’s simple recipe into practice.

The warriors of the House of Morgue were also greatly delighted with the change in the taste of the potatoes served with the meal.

The same was true of the triplets, Staffordshire, Hive, Middle, and Low, who ate among the Morgues.

“Brother! How did you know how to eat those potatoes? It looks like Morgues don’t know either.”

Staffordshire asked with her eyes wide open.

Vikir just averted his gaze without answering.

As of now, this Morgue’s Potato has just been released.

It will become a necessity on the battlefield in a few decades.

In the era of destruction when all supplies were in short supply, the warriors who went to war against the demons developed ways to eat the limited foodstuffs as deliciously as possible during their days in the wild.

The mercenaries who had gone through all the battles managed to squeeze out every possible recipe to extract the finest flavor from the simplest ingredients, as did those who figured out how to get the astringency and earthy smell out of these potatoes.

Bikir also participated in numerous battlefields and was naturally learning a lot of survival food.

There were a lot of things I learned mainly while getting addicted or getting sick, and among them there were delicacies that really made my eyes go wide.

Meanwhile.

“……!”

Camu’s eyes widened when he tasted the potatoes prepared in a new way.

“Hey. Do you want to come to my house and cook?”

“…”

“Yes, yes. I’ll just live with you.”

Bikir sighed lightly.

Either that or not, Camus still has her eyes shining brightly.

“Come to think of it, when are you going to enter the academy? Let’s match with me. I’m probably going to enter 1 or 2 years early. If we go into first year together, it will be very fun…” Right then

.

“……!”

The mischievous look in Camu’s eyes suddenly changed.

She stops talking and shuts her mouth.

and soon.

“…”

Vikir also kept his mouth shut.

The air outside the window changes in an instant.

I felt both at the same time. An aura of misfortune that others have yet to feel.

yet.

Ding-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang,

a loud bell began to ring out the window.

It was a signal to inform the barbarian attack.