Return of the Iron-blood 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 him.

“Eat to get strong. 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 have a meal together and use the torch.

Even five or six times a day!

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

“Eating small amounts often is good for health.”

“I usually eat one meal a day. You’d better skip the next meal.”

“Uh huh. Don’t you know that skipping meals leads to loss of combat power? It is 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 get full just watching you eat.”

“… … .”

Bikir frowned as he chewed 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, the promising head of the Baskervilles, as the candidate for a marriage of convenience.

‘Because I am leaving the Baskervilles.’

Are you just leaving? I’ll break it down 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 fresh feelings 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 all too natural.

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.

The one who receives the food is also a woman, and the one who serves the food is also a woman. Men are rarely found.

Camus grinned.

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

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

Just as the male body has a slightly better advantage in learning swordsmanship, the female body has a slightly better advantage in learning magic, so naturally, most of Morgue’s army has no choice but to 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 pain, so there are not many supplies. Eat a lot though.”

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 that has been improved by Morgue’s plant-based magic, and is much more nutritious and faster to absorb than normal potatoes.

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.

“We succeeded in improving it nutritionally, but the only flaw is that it has no taste. Still, it must be better than the haggis you eat at your parents’ house, right?”

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 doesn’t taste good.”

“… … huh?”

Camus asked.

Bikir took Morgue’s potatoes with a serious expression.

“It is not tasty. It’s just that you guys cook badly.”

“Eh? I’m sorry, but the chef in this fortress used to be a chef in the imperial capital. I take it with me because I have a picky appetite. Even if that person cooked it, if it doesn’t taste good, then it’s nothing.”

At those words, Bikir shook his head.

‘… … Since there is a problem with the supply, we will 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 the mentrake and the fruit juice of the sabic tree were put in a pot with the potatoes and steamed.

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

“Hey. What are you doing… … .”

However, Camu, who later entered the kitchen, dissuades such a chef.

“… … .”

She was watching Bikir’s hand movements closely.

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

“If you do this, the smell of soil will come out well and the sugar content will increase. The texture also becomes crisp like a regular potato.”

Then the chefs in the kitchen exclaimed in unison.

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

“Awesome. It’s a breed that has just been improved, so how can it be?”

“Really! Doesn’t smell like dirt! Oh oh! Is the texture 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 Staffordshire and the triplets Hive, Middle, and Low, who ate among the Morgues.

“young master! How did you know how to eat those potatoes? From what I can see, even Morgue doesn’t seem to know.”

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, warriors who went to war against the demons developed ways to eat limited food 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 and extract the greatest taste 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. Would you like to come over and cook for me?”

“… … .”

“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 me fit I think I will probably go in early for a year or two. It would be so much fun if we were in first grade together… … .”

Right then.

“… … !”

The mischievous look in Camu’s eyes suddenly changed.

She stops talking and shuts her mouth.

and soon.

“… … .”

Bikir 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 Ding Ding Ding Ding-

Loud bells began to ring outside the window.

It was a signal to inform the barbarian attack.