episode_0063

“Good morning.… …I’m not sure if it’s time to call it morning.”

Jake waved his hand slightly toward us and greeted us. Then he yawned loudly without covering his mouth. Alice frowned slightly at his appearance, but didn’t point it out.

“Good morning.”

Alice answered like that and sat down next to Charlotte. I sat down next to Alice. Claire, who was sitting next to Leo, made a slightly disappointed expression on her face, but she didn’t show that she noticed it.

It wasn’t my intention, but Jake and Mia Crowfield ended up sitting a little bit away from us. That doesn’t mean they were sitting together. It just means the table was a little wider than it would be in a restaurant, so the seats were a little wider apart.

Alice, Charlotte, Leo, and Clay were sitting a little closer together, while Mia Crowfield and Jake were sitting a little further away. Of course, Mia Crowfield and Jake’s seats were also a little wider apart.

Fortunately, no one seemed to care about such a gap. Jake wasn’t the type of character to care about such things, and Mia Crowfield was still asleep with her face buried in the table at this time.

Seeing her shoulders rise and fall slightly along with her soft breathing, I didn’t feel like waking her up. It seemed like everyone sitting there thought the same thing, so it seemed like Mia Crowfield would be able to sleep soundly for a few more minutes.

“… … I have a question. Is breakfast served at this time?”

Alice, who had been sitting down and closing her eyes for a moment to gather her wits, finally opened her eyes and asked that.

Sure enough, we were the only ones in the restaurant. Well, it was so early that even Alice and Charlotte, who seemed like icons of sincerity to me, couldn’t come to their senses, so there was no way the other students would have come out early and sat down here.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I talked to the people who work here on my way down. It seems like Winterfield Castle meals are served at any time.”

“… … Is that so?”

Alice tilted her head at Leo’s words.

The place we were at was Winterfield Castle. In other words, it was where the Lord of Winterfield resided.

Of course, Lord Abraham Fitzgerald Winterfield, the Lord of Winterfield, was in the Empire as the Headmaster of the Royal Londarium Academy, and his only child, Jennifer Winterfield, had been in the Isles until recently.

It’s not that Lord Winterfield didn’t have other grandsons. However, they were all actively involved in politics, so the position of Lord of Winterfield Castle was virtually vacant.

Of course, thanks to the loyal vassals, the castle’s seat did not fall to anyone else, but there were still a few people with Winterfield blood near the border.

“One of Winterfield’s specialties is reindeer hide. They are so ferocious that it’s almost impossible to raise them separately.”

Of course, that specialty product is not produced in large quantities.

Although it appears in the game as one of the materials for making armor, it wasn’t a game that required a lot of grinding for materials, except for grinding for leveling or grinding for money, so it wasn’t that hard to get. However, since the item description says ‘precious’, it must be treated as a very precious item in this game as well.

Well, if you think about it, even on Earth, items made of real leather were relatively expensive. Even in modern society where cows are raised on a large scale.

So, reindeer skin, which can only be obtained through hunting, will be much more valuable. Especially if you try to obtain it without getting hurt, the difficulty will be much higher.

“He said that he prepared meals at any time because he didn’t know when the hunters would come and eat.”

“… … That’s fortunate. But be careful because things might be different if you’re sent to another region. We don’t know how they’ll view us there. ”

Claire added to Leo’s explanation, and Alice replied.

“Ugh… … .”

Claire blushed slightly in embarrassment after hearing Alice’s words.

“… … .”

And Charlotte looked a little worried as she looked at the two. It seems that the haggis she ate yesterday had left a bad impression on her. After all, Charlotte had left most of her food behind.

Are animal intestines really that hard to eat? To be honest, I can eat raw liver without any problems.

… … Of course, it’s because we live in a modern society where meat and distribution are highly developed, so we trust and eat it. I had no intention of eating uncooked offal in this world. That’s what they say.

In fact, at that time, there were people who considered sushi and sashimi to be barbaric foods, so the food made by mixing the intestines with oats and stuffing them tightly in the stomach before cooking them might have been very difficult to give to Charlotte. To be honest, it also smelled a little bit.

“Don’t worry too much. This is Winterfield Castle.”

“Yes?”

When I spoke to Charlotte, she shrugged her shoulders and asked back.

“It means that since it is a noble family name, the food is served like what nobles eat. Haggis is haggis, but ham and sausage are also quite famous in the area.”

Winterfield is a place where the temperature remains cool all year round, but when it gets cold, it gets so bitterly cold that it’s hard to go outside. In preparation for such times, they naturally prepare a lot of winter-preserved food, and the most famous of these are ham and sausage.

In fact, in this day and age when sausages and sausages were stuffed with meat, it’s a bit strange that sausages were considered a tasty food while haggis was considered a monster food. But anyway, the impression of sausages is very good.

At my words, Charlotte blushed slightly.

The concept of nationality gradually took hold, and there were times when people would criticize each other for not tasting the food, but apart from that, it was common sense that it was shameful to refuse food served to a guest. Even though Haggis was food that we paid for, the food we received here was thoroughly food provided by Winterfield.

If I were to leave it behind, it would be embarrassing not only for being from a different region, but also as a princess of another country.

If you leave some food because you’re full, it’s something to be proud of for the person serving you, but if you leave some food after only taking a bite or two, it’s unpleasant for the person serving you.

Moreover, the granddaughter of the local leader, Winterfield, was Jennifer Winterfield, who was leading us now. It was fatal that there was a rumor going around that she refused to eat in the presence of the academy teacher.

“… … I, I wasn’t worried about that.”

When Alice, who was sitting between her and Charlotte, looked at her with a bright smile, Charlotte quickly answered like that.

You don’t have to worry about your pride that much.

… … Well, I’m going back in time to take care of my pride, so it’s not for me to say anything.

While we were having that conversation, we heard footsteps.

When I turned around, the restaurant door was opening and well-dressed servants, each holding a plate in each hand, were entering the restaurant.

As I expected, the meal they were having was a sumptuous one, exactly what we would think of when we think of a ‘European breakfast’.

It’s a kind of thing called English breakfast. Here, should we call it Azerbaijan breakfast?

“Let’s eat first and then talk. Mia needs to come to her senses too.”

Claire smiled bitterly as she looked at Mia, who was still sleeping as if dead even as the food was being brought onto the table.

I glanced up at the faces of the servants carrying food to the table.

Everyone had very calm faces. No one had a sleepy expression.

… … I honestly expressed my respect in my heart and held the knife and fork in both hands.

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Still, after I managed to force the food into my stomach, I felt more alert than when I first woke up.

“… … .”

Mia Crowfield was able to sit up somehow. She was too sleepy to eat, but considering her size, she didn’t think she would be able to eat much anyway.

“Hoo.”

Claire exhaled softly, as if satisfied.

Charlotte also had a satisfied expression on her face. She left some black pudding behind, but she ate most of the other food.

In fact, there was a welcome party last night and a grand meal was served. Things like whole roasted reindeer and steaks made from well-managed beef. But those foods were special dishes to begin with. I understood the concern that they might serve everyday food like haggis.

“Okay, then… …let’s think about which request to handle first.”

As she said that, Claire took a piece of paper out of her pocket.

It looks like he just roughly wrote down the request that was on the bulletin board.

… … It was a little scary not thinking about ‘what kind of request to handle’, but worrying about ‘which request to handle first’.