《Feasting Lord in Another World》


 Chapter 1: Village Chief Appointment

    Chapter 1: Vige Chief Appointment


    Ding-ding-.


    A single horse was pulling a small cart, moving forward. Each step was apanied by the sound of the bell around its neck, jingling leisurely.


    "Let''s speed up a little. Everyone''s going to be starving."


    Whether Dominic was encouraging the horse or talking to himself for having crossed the uphill road, he rambled on even without an audience.


    "Anyway, they all know how tasty it is, how did they all live when I was not around?"


    His chirping words were dripping with pride in his culinary skills and love for the people of the vige.


    Dominic was a stranger.


    To be exact, he was a war refugee. A vige that would wee a stranger with neither home nor temple was something that only existed in fairy tales. Naturally, Dominic''s life was far from smooth.


    [Get lost! We fed you and gave you a ce to sleep, and now you talk about money? You ungrateful wretch!]


    He worked tirelessly for twelve hours a day, but all he received in return was coldness, disdain, and being trampled upon. There was no ce that paid him the money they initially promised.


    ''Should I just give it all up?''


    Just as his enthusiasm for life began to wane, Dominic found himself in a small fishing vige, too small to be named on a map.


    [Do you know how to cook?]


    [...Yes, well. I''m not exactly a professional chef, but I can do quite a bit.]


    [That''s good. From tomorrow, help us with our lunch at the fishing vige.]


    The people of the fishing vige, Evergreen, were not affluent but were the first good people Dominic had encountered in ''this life.'' As the vige was primarily formed by retired mercenaries, the vigers weren''t particrly refined, but at least they weren''t hypocritical.


    "Why are you sote? We almost died waiting for lunch!"


    "What if the food cools down because I came too quickly? Then you''ll get irritated again."


    "True that."


    "What''s on the menu today, Dominic?"


    In response to the fishermen''s hurry, Dominic lifted the cloth that had been covering the cart as if inviting them to check for themselves.


    The cart contained two deep iron pots and four baskets.


    As if familiar with the process, the fishermen took out one basket, shared the wooden utensils inside, and stood in a straight line next to the cart.


    "It smells good."


    "Of course, who do you think made it?"


    "Haha. I can''tin since the food tastes so good."


    The middle-aged fisherman whoughed heartily was a muscr man, strapping enough to carry barrels as big as a child''s head on each arm. Though he was now introduced as the vige chief of Evergreen, he had been a reputable mercenary captain until a decade ago.


    The sight of this bear-like man holding a wooden te was quiteical, yet no one standing in line had the leisure to make jokes about it.


    They were fishermen who had been fishing since dawn.


    Sounds of rumbling stomachs could be heard from various corners.


    "Come on, Dominic, start serving the food!"


    "I''m starving!"


    "The wait is... over now,e one by one."


    "Wow-."


    After securely fixing the cart on the ground, Dominic, who had climbed on top, opened the iron pots. The scent of the food began to waft out.


    "Two pieces of bread each, okay? I''ve brought enough to match the headcount, so don''t be greedy!"


    The fishermen started serving themselves familiarly.


    They picked up two round pieces of bread and ced them on their tes, and added stir-fried vegetables and plump sausages on the side. The finishing touch was the soup. In small wooden bowls ced on the tes, steaming soup was generously filled.


    "Dominic''s cream soup is always exceptional, no matter when you eat it."


    Carrots, mushrooms, potatoes, and onions are sauted before adding roux made of flour and milk, and simmered until thick. When the ingredients are cooked through, it''s seasoned with salt and vored with herbs.


    ''Pepper is too expensive to use, but herbs are sufficient.''


    The soup, enhanced with a few dried herbs, hit the vigers'' taste buds just right.


    The frozen bodies of the fishermen, stiffened by the moist sea breeze, started to thaw with a spoonful of the creamy soup.


    "Ah!"


    Cheers erupted from various spots.


    Some fishermen chuckled at the plump sausages.


    "Is this what you made yesterday?"


    "Yes. I intentionally added a lot of fat, so it should be delicious."


    "Well... yuck!"


    A fisherman who dramatically tasted the sausage yelled in surprise.


    That''s because the moment he took a bite, the juicy fat burst inside his mouth.


    Dominic chuckled as he watched.


    ''Indeed, there are things that need to be fatty.''


    ''Things that are fatty are fatty for a reason,'' was Dominics philosophy.


    Now he could be called a master of sausage-making without exaggeration.


    Initially, he made a lot of mistakes.


    He made sausages so dry that they almost choked you because he didn''t add fat, and failed to remove the unpleasant odor, making each bite smell fishy.


    He also pondered what he was eating because he added too many herbs, and even buried sausages in the ground with tears because he didnt store them properly.


    ''But now, I can even sell this recipe,'' he felt confident.


    Pork is finely minced and well mixed until the fat content reaches 30%. A bit of chopped vegetables are added for texture and herbs to remove any foul smell. Then the mix is tightly packed into cleaned pork intestines, parboiled in salted water and dried before smoking. Vo!


    "Eh? Vige chief, you''re not eating vegetables again? You shouldn''t do that."


    "Ugh. If I look closely, you nag more than my wife. Lions naturally don''t eat grass."


    "What do you mean lions? Considering your age, you''re picky! How will you scold your grandchild if they are picky eaters?"


    "Mmm."


    After lecturing the vige chief, who''s a sucker for his grandchildren, Dominic checked the tes as he moved among the fishermen.


    ''Old habits die hard, huh.''


    Dominic swallowed a smile.


    Yes, Dominic was someone who remembered his previous life.


    He didnt remember his past life from the beginning.


    The memories suddenly came to him one day, without any warning.


    ''Ah, I should have bought milk!'' Just like that thought hit him, he woke up with thirty-five years of memories.


    Han Jeong-min.


    A 30-something average office worker in South Korea who had worked as a nutritionist in schools and variouspanies.


    Nothing changed just because he remembered his past life.


    As a war refugee with neither house nor temple, a meal that could fill his stomach was more needed than nutritional knowledge.


    "Ah, Dominic."


    Caught in a moment of reverie, he heard the vige chief''s voice.


    "What have you been up totely?"


    "...Me? It''s the same every day. Preparing meals for the fishingmunity and delivering them."


    "Then you must be free on weekends? You don''t even go to the temple."


    "That''s true."


    Dominic cocked his head at the question with unclear intentions.


    Conversations with the vige chief were always like this.


    When he first drifted into this vige and asked to be epted as a resident, the chief bluntly asked, ''Can you cook?''


    "Why do you ask?"


    "Its nothing, just that you''ll be the vige chief starting next week."


    Thud.


    The wooden bowl slipped out of Dominic''s hands and rolled away.


    The fishermen who saw that sight started to hold their stomachs andugh.


    "Ah, Captain, no, Vige Chief! How can you say it like that?"


    "He''s shocked, totally shocked. You think Dominic thinks he''s being teased right now? We should exin properly, what is this? Hehehe."


    "What are you all talking about? Suddenly I should be the vige chief? Are you talking to me?"


    Dominic''s eyes bulged out in disbelief.


    Vige Chief, of all things.


    Even if it was a small vige, the Vige Chief was a position that held the authority to have direct contact with the local lord, essentially equivalent to a king of the region. It meant that if you wanted to, you could hold all the vested interests that arose in the vige in the palm of your hand.


    Naturally, there were responsibilities as well.


    One would have to lead the vige in ce of the lord and, should anything happen, must promptly report it to the lord. Of course, there were many chiefs who also exploited this duty as a means to maintain their own power.


    Anyway, it was not a position that Dominic, who had only settled in the vige for a mere year and was around twenty years old, could take on.


    "It''s no big deal. Just attend the vige chief meeting held at the Lord''s castle once a month."


    "......"


    "Just don''t fall asleep there, okay? Small viges like ours, Evergreen, don''t even get a say. Honestly, I can''t even understand what the nobles are talking about."


    "So you want me to do it because going to the meeting once a month is bothersome for you?"


    "Well... No, not exactly like that, but... Hehehe."


    The muscr vige chief let out an awkwardugh.


    Then, the former deputymander of a mercenary group, who was now a fisherman, started to shake his head and speak up.


    "Look, just be honest. It''s bothersome, yes, butst time they said some of the chiefs are illiterate so it''s making the meeting difficult, and told us to learn to read within three months. Dominic, you know this. Our vige chief is not the kind to study when told to."


    "Hey! Why would you say that!"


    "Eventually, everyone will find out anyway. Better to spill the beans now than feel embarrassedter, right?"


    "Is that so?"


    "Think about it. If Dominicter finds out we dumped this bothersome task on him and rebels or runs away, then what? Are we going to find someone who can read from somewhere?"


    "Excuse me, I''ve been listening this whole time..."


    "Ahem, ahem. Anyway, now that it''se to this, Dominic, please."


    "So you really want me to be the vige chief just for that?"


    "Just for that? I''ve never studied in my life!"


    He was a nobleman with the knack for boasting about things that didn''t seem worth boasting about.


    When Dominic looked around, it seemed like the decision had already been made.


    "So, all I really have to do is go and be a seat filler?"


    "That''s right, that''s right!"


    "There''s really nothing like having to propose items for discussion or anything like that, right?"


    "Who do you think we are? No one even asks about that sort of thing in our vige. Think about it, Dominic. If even small vige chiefs like ours get speaking rights in meetings, when would the meetings ever end?"


    "Fair point."


    "Don''t worry about the travel expenses for going to the Lord''s castle for meetings; it will be covered from the vige''s budget."


    At this point, it seemed like there was no reason not to do it.


    A bit bothersome, yes, but if it''s only once a month, then what''s the big deal.


    With that thought, Dominic nodded his head.


    "Alright. If it''s only once a month, it doesn''t seem too hard."


    "Hehe, good decision."


    "So I can start from next month''s meeting?"


    "No?"


    "...What?"


    "The meeting for this month is the day after tomorrow. Hehe."


    Ah, darn it.


    He felt like giving up the position of vige chief as soon as he epted it.

 Chapter 2: Lord Nohs Incurable Disease (1)

    Chapter 2: Lord Nohs Incurable Disease (1)


    Two dayster, Dominic, who had participated in the vige chief meeting, could hardly suppress a yawn.


    "Moving on to the next item. Lord Noh''s birthday is approaching. Shouldn''t we have a discussion to ensure that the gifts from each vige don''t duplicate?"


    "Excellent suggestion! It was quite awkward for everyonest year when the gifts duplicated, so let''se to a consensus in advance this time."


    "But it''s challenging to decide, given that we''re all aware of Lord Noh''s preferences."


    "What if we draw lots?"


    <em>''I anticipated it would be dull, but to this extent?''</em>


    As soon as the meeting of approximately twenty vige chiefsmenced, Dominic understood why Calron had been so eager to pass on his position.


    Look at them now. They''ve been bickering over insignificant matters for more than two hours. It''s almostical.


    "Our vige is offering a youngmb; we can''t back down on that!"


    "Come on, everyone knows that Lord Noh favorsmb. Are you trying to monopolize it?"


    "Ahem, ahem. In that case, our vige will present a calf."


    "We''re going with a pig!"


    "Seriously, folks! Let''s settle this with a lottery!"


    With his arms crossed, Dominic, who was observing the situation, realized two things.


    First, the vige chief meeting wasrgely filled with trivial discussions.


    Second, Lord Noh must have a strong liking for meat.


    He had heard that Lord Noh was a nationally renowned knight. One day, he unexpectedly passed on his lordship to his son and confined himself to the castle, reducing his public appearances.


    Some sycophants spected, ''He must have discovered the key to bing a Sword Master!'' but the truth remained shrouded in mystery.


    "Excuse me, vige chiefs. Let''s have a meal first and then continue the meeting."


    At that moment, a maid from the lord''s castle announced mealtime.


    <em>''Finally, something worthwhile.''</em>


    The only thing Calron regretted about handing over the vige chief role to Dominic was the meal provided after the meeting in the lord''s castle.


    Even though it was a rural territory, it was far from impoverished.


    So, what''s the fuss about serving a meat dish to twenty vige chiefs once a month?


    <em>''I wonder what kind of spices or sauces the nobility uses? Will it be a familiar taste? If it''s delicious, I should discreetly inquire about the recipe.''</em>


    His eyelids, which had been drooping just moments ago, perked up as his eyes sparkled.


    He followed the maid to the dining hall.


    It wasn''t a grand banquet hall for nobles but simply a dining area where the servants dined. However, Dominic was already captivated by the dishes on the tes and noticed nothing else.


    "Wow-."


    A contented smile naturally appeared.


    The bread, crafted from high-quality flour, was filled with nuts and emitted a rich, nutty vor as he chewed. The seafood stew was slightly salty but brimming with the essence of shrimp and ms.


    But what delighted him the most was something else.


    "It''s tripe!"


    Steam wafted from the hot stone grill, where tripe sizzled alongside a variety of vegetables. Dominic unconsciously swallowed his saliva at the sound of the frying oil, which resembled the patter of raindrops.


    The richness inherent in offal is something that even the finest lean meat can''t entirely replicate. Dominic considered these two distinct culinary experiences that couldn''t bepared in terms of superiority.


    "Have you ever had tripe before?"


    The chef, who had been meticulously cooking the tripe to perfection, chimed in as Dominic disyed his satisfaction.


    "Of course, I''ve tried it. It''s evident that you''ve prepared it well. Mishandle offal, and it bes inedible due to its aroma. Whoever did this must be a skilled butcher."


    "That''s me! Looks like the young vige chief knows a thing or two!"


    The chef''s face swelled with pride, clearly indicating he was the one who had prepared it.


    "In our region, I''m the top when ites to handling meat. Our Lord Noh must have a penchant for meat, right? That''s why my skills keep getting better."


    "I didn''t realize I was in the presence of such expertise."


    Offering a fewplimentary words, Dominic found himself presented with the most sulent part of the tripe.


    Aplimentary serving of tripe, all for some pleasant conversation.


    "Give this a try; the vor changes depending on how it''s cooked!"


    "Certainly! Cooking offal is inherently more challenging than cooking meat."


    "You''ve got good taste! Hehe."


    "So, there are individuals of high rank in the Estate who enjoy tripe? It seems you''ve cooked it frequently."


    "Absolutely! Lord Noh not only loves meat but offal too."


    "Ah, I see."


    "A lion doesn''t dine on grass, you know?"


    Someone here was echoing the same sentiment Calron had once expressed.


    "By the way, there''s a vige meetinging up about Lord Noh''s birthday gift, right?"


    "You heard about it?"


    "What''s your vige nning?"


    "Well, it appears all the high-quality cows, sheep, and pigs have already been spoken for."


    "Everyone wants to make a good impression on Lord Noh. Hehe."


    "Seems that way."


    Dominic shrugged.


    Then, the chef spoke in a hushed tone.


    "Even if your vige is small, there must be at least one ce that brews alcohol, right?"


    "Of course."


    Though not top-tier beverages like fine wine or whiskey, every vige had individuals who crafted spirits from grains or fruits. Even in Evergreen, where many retired mercenaries resided, there was amunal beer warehouse.


    "We do brew beer."


    "Then offer that. Maybe a barrel of orc ale."


    "No, it''s not of high enough quality for someone of his stature."


    "True alcohol connoisseurs don''t fuss over brands. Lord Noh is just that kind of person. What was it called? The snacks thatplement each type of liquor are different, aren''t they?"


    "Pairings?"


    "...What ring?"


    "Ah, forget it."


    Dominic was taken aback. The idea of pairing food and drink was well-established in his previous life, where upscale restaurants would offer beverages toplement each course. However, it seemed different here. Even the heavy drinkers in Evergreen appeared to follow their own preferences without much consideration for pairing.


    "Why hasn''t anyone paid attention to the fact that Lord Noh is a lover of alcohol?"


    "Hehe, are you questioning me, young man?"


    "No, it''s just better to be sure."


    Nheless, he needed to address this matter clearly. If he had blindly trusted the cook''s word and offeredmoner''s beer, only to incur the Lord''s displeasure, it would have been a significant problem.


    "Well, our Lord Noh prefers meat much more than he does alcohol, that''s why."


    "Hmm."


    "You seem skeptical. Take a peek inside the kitchen cupboard when you leaveter. There should be at least dozens of oak barrels."


    "Are you saying all of that is alcohol?"


    "Of course! That''s just what''s visible. The ones that are still maturing or are of high value are in the basement."


    If the cook''s words were urate, it indicated that the lord was more than just a casual drinker.


    "I''ll definitely repay this kindness next time."


    "What kindness? Would you like more tripe?"


    "Thank you."


    Dominic, with his cheeks filled with tripe, wiped away the greasy residue from around his mouth and muttered to himself.


    "Eating like this every day might give you gout."


    "...Gout? What''s that?"


    "Oh, you''re not familiar with it? It''s a painful condition that typically starts in the toes. It urs when uric acid isn''t properly flushed out of the body and umtes. Eating foods high in purines can exacerbate it... Ah, I''m sorry."


    The cook regarded Dominic as if he had just heard a foreignnguage, furrowing his brow.


    Dominic quickly silenced himself, but the cook''s skepticism didn''t dissipate. A face that had been full of goodwill and warmth now held suspicion and caution.


    <em>''I restrained myself for so long, darn it.''</em>


    Ever since he regained his memories of his past life, he had never casually disclosed his knowledge like this. Yet, it always resulted in unfavorable oues.


    [Who does this wanderer think he''s deceiving! Quack!]


    It consistently led to him being viewed as a chatan.


    "They''re going to resume the meeting. You can go."


    The tone had turned decidedly chilly.


    <em>''At least I got to enjoy a hearty serving of tripe.''</em>


    He couldn''t expect such generosity in the next month''s meeting, but there was nothing he could do about it now. It was water under the bridge.


    As he trudged back to the meeting room, where another futile argument awaited,


    <strong>Whoosh-</strong>


    "Ugh!"


    A ck cloth suddenly covered his head, and he was struck from behind.


    Dominic tried to hold onto his fading consciousness, but it was futile.


    "Carry him."


    "Yes!"


    Confirming that their kidnapping target had lost consciousness, three burly men nced around and then, like a shadow, like the wind, lifted Dominic onto their shoulders and vanished into the depths of the castle, an area off-limits to guests.


    The sky remained as bright and sunny as if nothing had urred.

 Chapter 3: Lords Incurable Disease (2)

    Chapter 3: Lords Incurable Disease (2)


    "Ugh!"


    Dominic gasped for air as he regained consciousness.


    Am I chained up? Surely it must be a damp underground dungeon. With such thoughts, he opened his eyes, but what was this?


    "Hmm, hmm. You''ve finallye to your senses."


    It was a room filled with warm sunlight.


    Dominic was not tied to any wooden chair or anything of the sort. On the contrary, he was lying on high-end bedding, the likes of which he had never experienced in either this life or thest.


    "It seems my subordinates misunderstood my instructions. I didn''t expect them to bring you so roughly. I apologize."


    A middle-aged man, scratching his cheek as if somewhat embarrassed, came forward with an apology.


    "Oh, it''s alright. People make mistakes."


    Dominic carefully got down from the bed and replied in a somewhat groveling manner, rolling his eyes.


    <em>''Oh, crap. One wrong move and I''m really dead! They''re all carrying real swords!''</em>


    Both the middle-aged man and the two knights, who had clearly been the ones to knock him out and bring him here, were armed with longswords and daggers.


    No, even without weapons, fighting them would be impossible.


    The knights guarding the door, and the middle-aged man in casual clothes who was chuckling, had muscles muchrger than those of Calron, the vige strongman. They were clearly human weapons.


    Sweat trickled down his spine.


    "But what should I call your honor?"


    "How dare you!"


    "Tsk-!"


    At Dominic''s words, one of the knights, standing like a screen, burst out angrily. However, the middle-aged man made a clicking sound with his tongue, and the knight returned to his position with a startled look on his face.


    "I apologize for thete introduction. I am Theodore Sinir."


    Sinir? Theodore?


    "I''ve heard that name before... Eek!"


    Dominic quickly knelt and bowed deeply.


    "Lord!"


    "Hehe, what Lord? I''m just an old man in the back room."


    "Please, spare my life!"


    Not knowing exactly what wrong he had done to be dragged and treated so uniquely by the Lord, Dominic knew this was no small matter.


    <em>''Did they notice my irreverent thoughts when the vige chief changed? Calron, this bald-headed man, really! It''s not fine, it''s not fine at all!''</em>


    He could think of no other wrong he hadmitted.


    The vige chief was the person who led the vigers on behalf of the lord. Changing the name on documents because ''he did not want to study'' could be considered a sphemous act.


    <em>''But why would a high lord care about such things?''</em>


    Though he had some doubts, his first priority was to get out of this room safely.


    "Spare me, er... spare my life!"


    Trying to plead in an archaic tone like from historical dramas, his tongue got twisted as he was not used to speaking that way.


    "Do you think I''m going to eat you?"


    "...Pardon?"


    "I heard you were saying something strange in the dining room; is that true?"


    The expression on Lord Theodore''s face didn''t indicate any intention to dole out punishment. He appeared merely curious.


    "My knights informed me that you im to know of an illness that afflicts those who eat meat. Is that true?"


    "Ah...! Gout!"


    Dominic immediately regretted his words. used of deception by a high-ranking noble, the repercussions could be severe. It might evenpound the charges of sphemy, putting his life in jeopardy.


    When uncertain, the safest course of action was to deny everything.


    "Is it genuinely an illness triggered by the consumption of meat?"


    "Well, you see, that was a fabrication I concocted..."


    "You''re not now suggesting that you were speaking nonsense, are you?"


    "...No, absolutely not!"


    Curses. He was in deep trouble.


    It was toote to retract his statement. Just one look at those bloodshot eyes confirmed it: gout.


    <em>''No? If they genuinely believed I was a chatan deceiving the popce, they would have hauled me off to a courtroom or a prison, not brought me to this luxurious chamber.''</em>


    After a prolonged silence, his mind raced.


    <em>''Could it really be gout? That gentleman?''</em>


    Otherwise, Lord Theodore wouldn''t have inquired so discreetly.


    The more Dominic contemted it, the more it seemed like the correct answer.


    Indeed, now that he thought about it, if this nobleman was a devotee of protein, indulging in fatty meat dishes thrice daily, along with alcohol, it didn''t seem like an incorrect assumption.


    "Pardon me, my Lord."


    "Speak."


    "Do you happen to know of anyone in your vicinity who suddenly experiences a burning sensation and begins to feel pain in their toes or ankles?"


    "...Be more specific."


    As Dominic continued to speak, feigning ignorance, Lord Theodore''s expression subtly altered.


    "This condition typically worsens during the night or early morning. The pain usually originates in the toes or ankles, though at times, it can begin in the elbow or finger joints. Once the pain sets in, even a gentle breeze can be excruciating, yet one day, it may inexplicably subside as if it were never there."


    "...So, what is this ailment called?"


    "It''s known as gout, though it''s not a definitive term. I learned of it during my travels..."


    Dominic realized that he hadn''te across the term "gout" in this lifetime. In his previous life, in 21st-century South Korea, it had been a rtivelymon ailment.


    <em>''Well, it wasn''t a world where one could consume enough fatty foods to umte uric acid, that''s for sure.''</em>


    At moments like these, he keenly felt the disconnect between his past and present lives.


    However, there was no time to dwell on such matters. He stood before someone who possessed the authority to end his life with a single gesture.


    "Gout, huh? I''ve never heard of it. So, what causes it?"


    "The primary cause is dietary habits."


    "Dietary habits?"


    "Yes. Foods rich in a substance called purine, such as fatty fish, seafood, meat, ah! Especially organ meats are problematic. Alcohol is also detrimental, as it hinders the excretion of uric acid, leading to attacks."


    "Purine... Uric acid... Hmm, I''m not familiar with those terms."


    Lord Theodore shook his head, but he found Dominic''s words quite logical. The symptoms and dietary patterns Dominic had mentioned seemed to align with his own experiences.


    "In simple terms, some of the nutrients in fatty foods don''t get properly expelled from the body and umte, leading to problems starting from the tips of your toes."


    "Aha."


    Lord Theodore nodded in agreement.


    "So, you''re saying that the meat is the issue."


    "Yes."


    "But I''ve been eating like this my entire life. I was fine until recently, so can this problem suddenly arise?"


    Now, Lord Theodore was not concealing the fact that he was afflicted with this ''gout.''


    "Your digestive system could have weakened as you aged. Or, it might be that what has been umting until now has recently be a problem. I can''t say for sure since I''m not a healer; it''s just a guess..."


    Dominic trailed off, cautious not to make any incorrect ims.


    <em>''I''d be in trouble if they ask me for a treatment method. I was a nutritionist, not a doctor.''</em>


    It was time to step back.


    "You''re not a healer? Then how do you know so much about this rare disease? Ah, I''m not threatening you. I''m just curious. Even healers with great skills couldn''t diagnose my condition."


    "One of the masters I served during my travels told me that if you use ingredients wisely, they can be medicine. It''s a limited knowledge I acquired at that time."


    "Hmm. Ingredients can be medicine? That''s an intriguing concept."


    "Yes. My master believed that the source of medicine and food is the same. There are five types of energy in the world. If you eat in harmony with these energies, without any imbnces, you will achieve unity with nature and live a long, healthy life."


    "Five types of energies, you say... Are you referring to the five elements that constitute mana?"


    While Dominic was freely exining Eastern concepts of yin-yang and the five elements, he figured that as long as his listener didn''t consider it a scam, it should be eptable.


    <em>''As long as I''m not caught, it''s all good.''</em>


    The more he fabricated, the more adept he felt.


    "What''s your master''s name?"


    "His name is Heo Jun."


    "Hey John? That''s an unusual name. Your master might have inherited the blood of an ancient elf, you know."


    Lord Theodore was making assumptions on his own.


    However, Dominic still had a wistful expression on his face, as if reminiscing about his master.


    "Alright. Since you''re not a healer, I can''t ask you to cure my illness."


    "I apologize, my Lord."


    "But since you seem to have learned about ingredients from your master and have identified that my dietary habits may be the issue, let''s see... Yes, that''s a good idea!"


    Lord Theodore muttered to himself, then pped his hands as if he had a great idea.


    "You will be in charge of my meals."


    "...Pardon?"


    "I need to see if you deceived me with your smooth talk or if you''ve genuinely inherited knowledge from the ancient elves. If my pain disappears by changing my meals as you suggested, I''ll reward you generously. Do you understand?"


    "Yes, my Lord!"


    "Provide him with a guest room and attend to him day and night."


    "Yes!"


    "Inform the kitchen as well. He will be responsible for my meals. Ensure they understand this clearly and make no excuses."


    "Understood!"


    Despite being told that he would be taken care of, Dominic, whose arms were gripped by two knights, was being ushered out, and he thought to himself,


    <em>''Ah, I''m in trouble.''</em>

 Chapter 4: Lords Incurable Disease (3)

    Chapter 4: Lords Incurable Disease (3)


    The room assigned to Dominic wasn''t extravagantly opulent, but it was meticulously arranged in a traditional style, fitting for a guest bedroom.


    The bed appeared exceptionallyfortable at first nce, yet Dominic had a nagging suspicion that it might prove to be deceiving.


    <em>''I need to formte a dietary n...''</em>


    It wasn''t that he had never devised dietary ns for patients before. After initially obtaining his nutritionist license and before working at a school, he had spent approximately a year working at a hospital cafeteria. He was confident in his ability to provide dietary options, including low-sodium choices.


    <em>''But Ick experience with VIPs. This is causing me considerable stress.''</em>


    This was the issue at hand.


    Dominic had always organized group meals; he had never provided personalized nutritional counseling for VIPs.


    [Is it different dealing with VIPs?]


    [Of course, you don''t have to think about the cost of ingredients. You only need to focus on the nutritional bnce. It''s not a mass meal, so you don''t have to worry about the cooking method either. Actually, in a cafeteria, you need to match the budget, please the chefs; it''s kinda tough, right?]


    [True. Then it should be easy?]


    [Not entirely. The expectations for quality are different. If you spend that much money and the meal is no different from school food, you''d get fired immediately. It''s like walking on a tightrope.]


    One of his colleagues, who earned a six-figure sry, had provided dietary consultations for VIPs. If Dominic had known it woulde to this, he would have inquired for more details, a regret that was now eating away at him.


    But he couldn''t dwell on regret forever.


    <em>''First of all, fatty parts are off the table. Alcohol is also obviously a no-go... I wonder if they like vegetables. Hmm.''</em>


    Sitting at a gleaming, polished mahogany desk, Dominic was about to seek assistance when he opted to leave the room.


    "Where are you going?"


    "Ah, you surprised me! You''re still here? ... The whole time?"


    "Lord has instructed me to serve you day and night."


    Upon opening the door, a young knight, who appeared to be of the same age as Dominic, was standing like a statue, fully armed.


    <em>''This isn''t service; it''s surveince.''</em>


    However, he couldn''t voice his thoughts. After all, thew is distant, but a fist is near.


    Suppressing his startled heartbeat with both hands, he spoke.


    "I need to know about Lord''s lifestyle and health status to n the diet. I was thinking of meeting the attending physician or the chef in charge. Ah, I also need the opinions of the servants..."


    "Impossible."


    "...Excuse me?"


    "Everything you mentioned is highly confidential and rted to the Lord. You, as an outsider, neither need nor are allowed to know."


    "But..."


    "Know your ce."


    There was no getting through to this guy.


    The knight looked like he could be the center of an idol group with his handsome face, but the cold aura he exuded made Dominic realize you can''t judge a book by its cover.


    "Still, I was asked to prepare a meal n..."


    "That was likely not a serious request from the Lord. Probably just a precaution. All you need to do is prepare a healthy menu and send it to the kitchen."


    "...Fine."


    Although not satisfied, Dominic couldn''t push it further.


    With Lord out of sight, annoying this blond knight served no purpose.


    <em>''Well, if anything goes wrongter, it''s all his fault.''</em>


    As he was organizing his thoughts to turn around,


    "How could food possibly cure any illness? Really..."


    The knight must have been mumbling to himself, but in the empty hallway, Dominic couldn''t help but overhear.


    A thick vein popped on Dominic''s forehead.


    In his previous life, where male nutritionists were rare, he had often faced belittlement.


    Even though he had graduated in food and nutrition and acquired his license through sleepless nights of study, the only responses he received were ignorant questions like, ''Isnt that a job for housewives?''


    Some people used to make snidements in front of him, saying, ''Why do you need a license for something like this when you''re just shuffling side dishes around?''


    The treatment wasn''t great either.


    Was it because it was not considered an essential job? Or did they think that anyone could do it?


    <em>''I was even asked to work part-time at myst job.''</em>


    Dominic couldn''t forget the face of the manager who suggested that he work as a part-time employee for just 3 hours during lunchtime, citing poorpany conditions.


    ''Would you work a job that pays 800,000 won a month?'' He wanted to fire back, but his mouth was sealed. All he could do was bow and say, ''Yes, I understand.''


    Dominic felt invalidated by the words of the blonde knight, who likely meant no harm. It touched a nerve.


    "Sir Knight."


    ''...?''


    As Dominic stood up straight and met his eyes without flinching, the young knight also changed his demeanor as if acknowledging him as a conversation partner.


    It was as if he was saying, ''Go ahead and say what you want to say.''


    "Would you change your mind if I actually improved the Lord''s condition with just this food?"


    "What?"


    "A meal may be just a meal for someone, but for another, it could be a life-changing meal."


    "You''re right. To the hungry, a piece of bread is irreceable. I didn''t mean to mock them; I was just saying that food cannot be medicine."


    His tone softened, but he still didnt think food could heal.


    <em>''This world seems tock basic knowledge in nutrition.''</em>


    Dominic realized that he had never heard about carbs, fats, or calories in this life. The level of education among those around him had been low, but it seemed that thisck of knowledge was widespread.


    "Anyway, I intend to follow the Lord''s orders and do my best. Do not interfere."


    "Your tone seems to have be rude."


    "No, it hasn''t."


    "Tsk."


    Dominics tone had indeed lost its polite edge. There was a noticeable tension.


    <em>''Why am I being so submissive? He''s just a knight. I am a guest of the Lord.''</em>


    Despite being under 24-hour surveince, he was technically a guest of the Lord.


    "I''m going to the kitchen."


    "That''s not possible."


    "Then please ask the Lord. If it''s just your personal decision, I won''tply."


    "What?"


    "Im following the Lord''s orders, as I mentioned. I intend to do my best."


    The knight pondered for a moment but soon nodded, straightening his posture.


    "I told you, dont regret it."


    "Of course. Shall we go?"


    "...?"


    "You need to guide me. How would I know what''s where?"


    "It''s on the first floor, to the far left."


    Dominic quickly returned to the room to grab a pen and paper for notes. It was a bit cumbersome, but it couldn''t be helped.


    "Repeating myself, going to the kitchen will be futile."


    "Yes, yes."


    "The chefs won''t share their recipes, even at knifepoint. You won''t learn much."


    "Oh, that''s a big problem."


    The knight seemed genuinely concerned, but Dominic responded with ackluster tone.


    <em>''What is he trying to do? Tsk, got myself into a troublesome situation.''</em>


    Somewhat offended by Dominic''s attitude, the blonde knight internally clicked his tongue.


    He seemed to have some reputation, but he looked no older than him, probably just a vige chief from a small town.


    It was hard to believe that this person could hold the key to curing the Lord''s illness, which even the famous healers in the vicinity had failed to treat.


    Moreover, this young vige chief pointed out that the cause of the master''s illness was food.


    <em>''Surely it was fatty meat, right? Then there must be a problem with the chef''s recipe. Could it be poison?... No, if it were poison, it wouldn''t have gone unnoticed. So is this person just a scam artist?''</em>


    If Dominic had heard the knight''s thoughts, he would have beaten his chest in frustration.


    The young knight still couldn''t understand that perfectly good food could harm the body.


    "Quack doctor?"


    "Ah, no, you misunderstand, chef."


    Pushing the knight''s confusion aside, the first person Dominic encountered as he went to the kitchen was that very chef who had been grilling the tripe.


    "I thought the young vige chief got into trouble because you were taken by the knights."


    "Isn''t the fact that I''m safe proof that I''m not a quack doctor?"


    "Well, true. But why are you here?"


    The misunderstanding was cleared up in an instant.


    "I''ve been tasked with overseeing the Lord''s diet for a while."


    However, the kitchen''s atmosphere instantly turned icy at Dominic''s words.


    They thought this young guy had stolen their position.


    "Don''t misunderstand! The chef''s position remains the same! I''m simply responsible for determining which ingredients suit the Lord and which do not."


    "...Really?"


    "Aye, dont misunderstand. I''m your assistant, in charge of, whats it called, ingredient management."


    "Hmm, under me?"


    "Yes, lets put it that way."


    "Good, then there''s no problem!"


    Finally, the chef took his knife out of the cutting board.


    <em>''Kitchen politics are the same everywhere, ugh!''</em>


    If he had asked for the recipe of all the food the Lord has eaten so far, or said he would personally prepare and serve the food, he would have been beaten senseless.


    Amand from above is amand, and kitchen order is kitchen order, as the rule goes.


    "But ingredients that dont suit the Lord, what are those? Do such things exist?"


    At the chef''s words, Dominic grinned.


    "Of course. People have different constitutions, after all."


    Not only the chef but also the blonde knight, who had been standing with his arms crossed as if uninterested, seemed to take a sneaky nce.

 Chapter 5: Lords Incurable Disease (4)

    Chapter 5: Lords Incurable Disease (4)


    <em>''In a ce like this, discussing nutrients and simr topics usually doesn''t make a difference. There''s no point in saying things that people can''tprehend,''</em> thought Dominic, who had never intended to delve into his major in the first ce.


    Instead, he broached the subject of ''constitution,'' a form of pseudoscience. From Dominic''s perspective, where he had to discern what the Lord should and shouldn''t consume, there was no simpler exnation. It was also something that the inhabitants of this world would find eptable.


    "Is there genuinely a concept of ingredients tailored to one''s constitution?"


    "Indeed. Doesn''t the mana you practice with every day contain various energies?"


    "Of course. Manaprises the five elemental energies."


    "But doesn''t each knight have a particr energy that suits them exceptionally well?"


    "Well..."


    Blond knight Ian Hanover nodded in agreement.


    The young vige chief was correct.


    Individuals with the ability to harness mana often found a particr energy that resonated especially well with them. Wizards and warriors who reached higher levels frequently exhibited more potent abilities when they tapped into thispatible energy.


    "It makes sense for mana to be influenced by one''s constitution, and the same goes for food ingredients that have grown absorbing the world''s mana. Their effectiveness also varies based on constitution, doesn''t it?"


    "Hmm, you have a valid point."


    Observing Ian''s demeanor soften, despite initially regarding him as a nuisance, Dominic secretly reveled in his small triumph.


    "I initially thought you were a peddler, but you do raise some intricate questions. So, you mean to say you''ll select ingredients that align with the Lord''s constitution?"


    "Exactly, Chef. You catch on quickly."


    The chef also nodded, appearing to grasp the situation readily.


    "I''ve heard that when the Lord was younger, he achieved a remarkable status as a knight. Is that correct?"


    "Absolutely. He even served as the captain of the royal guard."


    "Indeed, that''s impressive. However, since he retired, his training regimen must have decreased, right?"


    "He still maintains some personal training, but it''s hard topare it to his active-duty days. The training routine of an active-duty knight is truly beyond imagination."


    Ian now appeared quite forting in his responses, likely because Dominic was inquiring about well-known facts within the castle.


    "What about his dietary habits? His training has diminished, but I assume his food consumption hasn''t decreased by half, has it?"


    The chef replied, "I can''t speak for the Lord''s earlier years, but ording to the butler who has served him since his time in the capital, it seems you''re correct. His eating habits haven''t changed significantly. He even seems to have gained some weight recently."


    "By how much?"


    "Well, I can''t give you an exact figure, but the tailors recently had to craft an entirely new set of clothes for him."


    "Hmm, his physique has indeed undergone considerable changes. So, how much does the Lord typically consume in one meal?"


    "About one and a half times the amount an average person would eat."


    "He truly is a hearty eater. Does he include meat in every meal?"


    "He''s quite fond of it. Either meat or fish is a must every day. If not, he looks for snacks."


    Upon hearing this, Dominic turned to Ian for confirmation.


    Ian nodded and added, "When he hasn''t been feeling welltely, he deliberately increased his meat intake."


    "Really? Deliberately increased it?"


    The chef exined, seemingly surprised by Dominic''s reaction, "It''smon knowledge that you should consume meat or fish when you''re unwell. It provides the strength to ovee illness. You must be aware of that... you''re not really a peddler, are you?"


    "No, I''m not."


    "Very well, then."


    Considering all this information, the situation appeared rather serious.


    <em>''Is he deliberately trying to develop gout?''</em>


    The Lord''s fondness for meat was renowned throughout the territory. It was likely a dietary habit he had maintained since his youth. Additionally, the chef mentioned that he had a strong liking for alcohol.


    However, during his youth, he was an active knight who dealt with mana. Compared to ordinary people, he probably had a more robust digestion, which caused no issues back then.


    <em>''But the problems began with his lifestyle changes after retirement.''</em>


    After retiring and returning to his hometown, his physical activity drastically decreased, but his eating habits remainedrgely unchanged. Furthermore, he had more leisure time, leading to an increase in his alcohol consumption.


    Moreover, as a body that had not reached the level of a Sword Master naturally aged, things that had previously posed no problems started to deteriorate one by one.


    <em>''One day, the pain must have struck suddenly.''</em>


    If he had adjusted his diet at the onset of his first gout attack, he might have been fine.


    However, the prevailing wisdom in this world, ''You should eat well and rest when you''re sick,'' exacerbated the situation.


    <em>''If he had consumed less and been more active from that point onward, he might have fared better...''</em>


    It''s all water under the bridge now.


    Nevertheless, Dominic resolved topletely overhaul his dietary habits and incorporate some divine power treatments.


    While medicine in this world wasn''t as advanced as in his previous life, divine power and healing abilities did exist. However, they were not panaceas, so unless he changed his fundamental lifestyle habits, seeking help from a priest would merely provide temporary relief.


    So, it all boiled down to changing dietary habits!


    "Alright, starting today, we''ll remove all red meat, oily fish, shellfish, and alcohol from the Lord''s menu."


    "What? What are you saying? Impossible! What should I serve then? The Lord won''t stand for this! Are you nning my funeral, you scoundrel!"


    The chef was instantly furious when Dominic made his announcement.


    "I''ll take full responsibility. If the Lord gets upset, you can me it all on me."


    "Well, if you insist... But young man, you should cherish your life! You have many years ahead of you. Why intentionally provoke his anger?"


    "It''s not to provoke anger. If the Lord does indeed have gout, these ingredients are practically poison."


    "Poison, you say? Meat and fish?"


    "Specifically, red meat, organ meats, and fatty fish."


    Ideally, he should also reduce white meat and lean fish, but abruptly asking a meat enthusiast to stop eating everything might lead to an unhealthy dietary pattern.


    "So, for now, we''ll reduce the consumption of chicken, lean fish, and eggs by half."


    "My goodness, you''re cutting back on those too?"


    "To manage his weight gain."


    "Ah, okay, I understand."


    The chef listened reluctantly as Dominic began to outline various recipes.


    Meanwhile, the blond knight Ian observed from a distance.


    <em>''What is he trying to achieve...''</em>


    Dominic appeared timid yet strangely dignified. The young vige chief seemed to be both feared and underestimated, like a broom lying in the kitchen.


    Ian revised his judgment of the young vige chief from ''a bothersome hindrance'' to ''bothersome but intriguing.''


    Unaware of Ian''s observations, Dominic was fully engrossed in conveying the dietary n he had formted to the chef.


    ***


    Dinner time was the part of the day Lord Theodore looked forward to the most.


    He anticipated juicy meats and high-proof whiskey that warmed his throat, often apanied by appetizers like ms or shrimp, and asionally grilled offal.


    But tonight''s dinner table felt strangely unfamiliar.


    "Is this really my dinner?"


    Lord Theodore''s daughter-inw, the current Countess Sinir, expressed her delight, apuding with enthusiasm.


    Indeed, unlike the usual dinner table with its monotonous, dark colors, this feast of naturally colored ingredients was undeniably appealing.


    <em>''I should give it a try first before making any judgments.''</em>


    Skeptical, Lord Theodore had entrusted his meal to a young vige chief in his twenties, who was neither a healer, pharmacist, nor known as a cook.


    To be honest, he hadn''t set his expectations too high. After all, despite correctly identifying the symptoms of his illness, he had lived long enough and had enough experience to doubt that a simple change in diet could cure a disease that even the high priests of the temples couldn''t.


    "...Hm! This isn''t wine."


    The beverage, with a more refreshing red hue than his usual wine, turned out to be non-alcoholic.


    "It seems to be pomegranate juice?"


    "I believe so. It has a tart taste, quite appetizing. Father, what do you think?"


    His son and daughter-inw, who typically didn''t indulge in alcohol, seemed quite pleased with the pomegranate juice.


    Feeling a bit betrayed that it wasn''t wine, Lord Theodore took another sip.


    <em>''Not overly sour, with the sweetness of ripe fruit... and even a slightly bitter aftertaste. Hmm, it''splex, like a fine wine.''</em>


    The pomegranate juice, with its well-bnced trio of vors, felt like a satisfying introduction to the meal.


    "What''s this?"


    Next, Lord Theodore pointed to a light green-colored soup.


    "It''s made from finely chopped white mushrooms, asparagus, and broli sauted in olive oil. Then fresh milk and cream are added and boiled. Please give it a taste."


    As Dominic exined, Lord Theodore took a spoonful of the light green, creamy soup into his mouth.


    <em>''Mmm!''</em>


    His eyebrows moved with surprise.


    The nutty vor filled his mouth, akin to enjoying nuts. Furthermore, the smooth yet rich texture!


    Despite vegetables being the primary ingredients, it possessed a vor even more intense than m chowder.


    "The main course is cod steak, infused with five different herbs."


    After enjoying a vibrant sd filled with an assortment of vegetables and savoring the creamy soup, the chef timed the arrival of the main course perfectly.


    Next to the impably cooked, substantial cod steak, there were roasted seasonal vegetables and mashed potatoes that teased the taste buds even more.


    <strong>Crunch...</strong>


    The cod''s skin, grilled at high heat to a crispy perfection, emitted a delightful crunch as it shattered in his mouth.


    Then, the fish''s thick, moist, and tender flesh seemed to effortlessly dissolve in his mouth, sliding down his throat.


    The blend of rosemary and dill, basil and thyme, along with high-quality ck pepper, melded together in a way that wasn''t overwhelming, leaving behind a fresh yet captivating aroma that lingered even after the fish had vanished from his mouth.


    "Mm..."


    Lord Theodore''s fork finally halted after clearing every morsel, including the dessert fruit.


    Dominic could already sense the satisfaction on his face, but he still felt the sweat forming on his palms, wondering what this influential man would say.


    "It was a quite satisfying meal."


    There were no surprises.


    Lord Theodore was thoroughly enjoying his dining experience without feeling overly full. A contented smile graced his face.


    Dominic, too, let out a sigh of relief.


    <em>''I made it through.''</em>


    Abandoning the initial n of creating an entirely vegetarian meal had turned out to be the right choice.


    "But!"


    Dominic''s expression suddenly shifted.


    "But" is typically followed by significant statements.


    "Nevertheless, it remains uncertain whether this will have any impact on my illness. Ian!"


    "Yes, my lord!"


    "If our guest gets lost wandering around this vast castle all night, that could pose a problem. Send a guard to ensure he doesn''t leave his room."


    "Understood!"


    <em>''Ah, darn it.''</em>


    It''s back to confinement once again.

 Chapter 6

    Chapter 6


    <strong>#The Devil''s Hand that Appeared in the Sea (1)</strong>


    "Another night."


    Lord Theodore Sinir clicked his tongue as he surveyed his opulent bedroom. Although the persistent pain in his foot was widely recognized by his servants and family, the hidden truth that even the South''s most celebrated knight now dreaded the nights due to the prospect of excruciating episodes remained his closely guarded secret.


    "How much longer will this night persist?"


    In the past, he would consume a few sses of potent whiskey before retiring to forget his anxieties. However, even that sce had vanished, thanks to the clumsiness of the young vige chief, Dominic. Starting tonight, it appeared that even the refuge of alcohol-induced intoxication would be elusive.


    "Altering my routine now would be a blow to my pride."


    Recognizing that changing one''s habits in a matter of days was an insurmountable task, Lord Theodore resigned himself to bed, grumbling incessantly.


    Yet, something felt different as hey there.


    <em>''Was my bed always thisfortable?''</em>


    While the bedding he used was undeniably of the highest quality, crafted from the finest wool, goose feathers, and top-tier silk and cotton, the sensation of truefort was rtively new. He had habitually retired to bed inebriated and overfed.


    As the plush bedding enveloped him like a gentle cloud, his anxieties about impending pain gradually ebbed away.


    <em>''Come to think of it, today''s meal was quite satisfying. I indulged, yet I don''t feel stuffed.''</em>


    Vegetables and fruits had never graced his dining table before, but today, he contemted that with the right seasoning, spices, and cooking methods, he could genuinely savor them.


    Even without meat, a fish-based main course had proven to be profoundly gratifying. In fact, it was unequivocally the most delightful meal he had experienced in recent memory.


    "Yes, it was excellent. Truly exceptional. Hmm..."


    He had perpetually shunned sour and bitter vors.


    He had consistently evaded the allure of fresh, crisp raw vegetables and fruits.


    He had restricted himself to a daily regimen of meat and alcohol, convinced that he disliked anything to the contrary.


    "It appears my stubbornness grew without my awareness."


    A single dinner had bestowed enlightenment upon him.


    That night, Lord Theodore drifted into the deepest slumber he had enjoyed in years, and by dawn, the mana that had stagnated in his body for decades began to stir, ever so gradually.


    **


    In the blink of an eye, a week had psed.


    "...Take me back..."


    Dominic sprawled on the bed, gazing vacantly at the ceiling, murmuring to himself.


    "Lord has not granted permission yet."


    "I explicitly told you to seek permission before entering, so why did you once again barge in? Technically, I am still a guest here."


    "Lord instructed me to keep a close eye on you... to ensure your safety."


    "...You did say ''keep an eye,'' didn''t you?"


    "You must have misheard."


    "No, you definitely said that."


    "Tsk."


    Dominic was still a guest at the Count''s Castle. To be more precise, he remained unable to leave, as he hadn''t received permission to do so, leaving him in an unusual situation where it wasn''t clear if he was confined or invited.


    Since the dinner on the first day, Dominic had been confined to his room. Each morning, the chef woulde to collect the meal preferences and cooking instructions before heading to the kitchen. After that, he had the entire day to himself.


    Initially, he had lounged around, thinking, "What else is a vacation? This is like a vacation!" However, as the days stretched into the seventh, he began to grow increasingly restless.


    Even if he feltfortable, waiting indefinitely wasn''t something he could relish. Whether it was food, alcohol, or books, he could request anything from the servants, but the inability to step outside became increasingly stifling.


    If it weren''t for the blonde knight, he might have acted out of anxiety. Despite the knight''sck of manners or humanity, having him around was far better than beingpletely alone.


    "Can you speak to the Lord? How much longer do I have to stay like this... I have responsibilities, you know? My vige, Evergreen, must be struggling without me."


    "Unfortunately, until the Lord decides to open the gates again, there''s no way."


    "Quit saying there''s no way and find a way, can''t you see I''m asking you to do that? I don''t know if you genuinely can''t grasp it or if you''re just pretending."


    "I see you''re bing more sinct."


    "Ah, just go tell him that if he''s annoyed, he can punish me or something."


    The handsome blonde knight still had his sword at his side, but Dominic was confident he wouldn''t harm him.


    <em>''I know you can''t punish me even if you wanted to.''</em>


    After enjoying a hearty meal, Lord Theodore suddenly dered seclusion and retreated to the tower. Before entering, he left a handwritten note on the bedside table.


    [If you find this note, please do not disturb me during my seclusion. Meals will be delivered through the small door at scheduled times. The vige chief of Evergreen will oversee the menu, and this arrangement will continue until further notice.]


    This was why Dominic found himself confined to his bedroom, forbidden to venture outside. He couldn''t leave the room until the Lord emerged from seclusion, but no harm woulde to him either.


    "But does seclusion training truly bring about change?"


    "To surpass one''s limits, enlightenment is crucial. Seclusion training is regarded as one of the most effective ways to eliminate distractions."


    "How long does it usually take?"


    Dominic''s eyes sparkled as if he were reading a martial arts novel.


    "It varies. There''s no standard duration. It can be as short as a few hours or extend for years."


    "Are you kidding?"


    "I''m dead serious."


    "Damn."


    "Tsk-. That''s quite a disrespectful curse."


    "What if it genuinely takes years?"


    "Well, then you''ll be here for quite a while."


    "Damn it!"


    Dominic involuntarily cursed once more, but Ian remained silent, seemingly resigned to the situation.


    "...But."


    "What''s on your mind?"


    Dominic suddenly raised his head after staring into space.


    "Where does that note say I should stay confined?"


    "What?"


    "It doesn''t specify."


    "But you''re responsible for the meals..."


    "I can write out the meal ns. I have good penmanship. I''ve always provided meal ns to the chef!"


    "...Hmm?"


    Their eyes locked. If this were a 21st-century Korean si or variety show, a popping sound effect would have yed overhead.


    "Please talk to the Lord. I am the vige chief, after all! It''s absurd to confine me when I haven''t done anything wrong!"


    "There''s a regr meeting this afternoon. I''ll bring it up."


    "Thank you! You''re as generous as you are handsome, the greatest knight of our time!"


    "Tsk-."


    Annoyed, Ian left the room as Dominic shifted gears and showered him with excessive ttery.


    ***


    That afternoon.


    Following the meeting, Ian handed Dominic a scroll bearing the Lord''s seal.


    "Oh! My Lord!"


    The document granted permission for Dominic to return to Evergreen and stipted that someone from the Count''s castle would visit weekly. Dominic was tasked with providing detailed meal ns and cooking instructions for Lord Theodore. He would receive monthly payment in gold coins, making it a mutually beneficial arrangement.


    "Our Lord is truly understanding! Incredible. May you have a long and prosperous life!"


    "Your ttery seems to be a habit."


    Ian observed with a grimace, but what did it matter?


    <em>''I''ve been confined for a week, and now I''m getting paid in gold coins every month. This is like a business trip! What a satisfactory deal. Long live the sensible Lord Theodore!''</em>


    "Pack your bags. Let''s go."


    "Sure. ...But what''s with that attire? Where are you headed?"


    As he packed a small bag, Dominic regarded Ian with suspicion.


    It was because Ian was also dressed as if he were ready to go out.


    "Alright."


    "Where are you going?"


    "Evergreen."


    "...Evergreen?"


    "Evergreen."


    "...Could it be our vige?"


    "I received orders to keep an eye on you to prevent you from escaping."


    "...Darn."


    He was no longer confined, but he was still under surveince.


    **


    "That''s our vige over there."


    "It''s by the sea."


    "I''ve told you countless times it''s a fishing vige; you should have paid attention."


    Nevertheless, the journey was far from dull.


    Although Iancked flexibility, he wasn''t a demanding knight, and after a week of confinement, they had grown somewhat ustomed to each other.


    Of course, neither would ever admit it.


    "Dominic?"


    "Calron!"


    "I heard you couldn''te for a while, but anyway, it''s good you''re here. Come help us quickly!"


    "What''s the matter?"


    The first person Dominic encountered at the vige''s outskirts was none other than Calron, the former vige chief.


    He looked visibly concerned.


    "A sea monster has appeared!"


    <em>''Darn, what''s going on now?''</em>

 Chapter 7

    Chapter 7


    <strong>#The Devil''s Hand that Appeared in the Sea (2)</strong>


    "The Devil''s Hand, you say?" Dominic pondered internally, ''What kind of childish name is this? The naming sense in this world, seriously!'' Nheless, he managed to maintain an expression of surprise on the outside.


    "Ah, you may not know. You did mention this is your first time residing near the beach in our vige."


    Still, Calron''s expression remained serious.


    The issue wasn''t limited to Calron; Ian''s face had also tensed up.


    <em>''Is this really a serious matter?''</em>


    Contrary to his robust appearance, Calron, who would make a fuss over a single wild boar, differed from Ian, who had been a stable presence over the past week, proving that he had earned the trust of the aristocracy not by chance.


    The fact that even he regarded Calron with a grave expression indicated that a situation of significance was unfolding.


    "Are you suggesting that the Devil''s Hand has begun to proliferate?"


    "If it were just a few sprouts, I wouldn''t be this concerned, Sir Knight."


    "In that case, could it be..."


    "Yes. A swarm of Farmer Turtles has appeared. It seems they''ve alreadyid their eggs on the shore at the edge of the vige."


    "This is the worst-case scenario!"


    Dominic, who had been uneasy with Ian''s informal manner of speaking to himself but formally to Calron, furrowed his brow.


    However, what mattered most at the moment were not formalities.


    "What''s this Devil''s Hand and Farmer Turtles? What are you talking about?"


    "You''re the vige chief of a fishing vige, and you don''t know?"


    "I''m not a fisherman to begin with."


    <em>''I didn''t be vige chief because I wanted to,''</em> he thought, swallowing the words at the tip of his tongue, and looked at Calron.


    "The Devil''s Hand is a sea nt cultivated by the Farmer Turtles. Or should I call it a sea tree? A fully grown Devil''s Hand can be three times the size of an adult man."


    Calron sighed deeply.


    "Seaweed? Are you talking about algae? It''s intriguing that turtles cultivate algae."


    "It''s not something to simply marvel at. If the Devil''s Hand spreads, fishing boats won''t be able to operate!"


    "But still..."


    "And it regrows so rapidly! Even if you manage to cut it down while avoiding the watchful eyes of the Farmer Turtles, it returns in full force in just a few days. And if that were the extent of it, it would be fine! The turtles cultivating the Devil''s Hand drive away all therge fish near the coast, leaving only the small ones!"


    "The impact on fishing will be significant."


    "Who wouldn''t know that, Sir Knight!"


    "If there''s anything I can do to assist, I would be more than willing."


    "Really? Is that true?"


    "Yes. Ensuring the livelihood of the subjects is also a part of a knight''s duty to his lord."


    "Oh, thank you, Sir Knight! Thank you!"


    Calron gripped Ian''s hand as if he were a beacon of hope in the darkness, grinning broadly.


    Though a lone knight might not have the power topletely reverse the situation, this could be an opportunity for the vige''s misfortune to reach the lord''s ears.


    <em>''Fortunately, with Sir Knight''s assistance, we might be able to fend off the Farmer Turtles! There really isn''t anyw dictating that we must face our demise.''</em>


    Just a few hours earlier, Calron had been in despair, dering that fishing for the year was over.


    That wasmon knowledge in this world.


    Fishing was impossible in the Sea of Farmer Turtle. The silver lining was that the growth of the ''Devil''s Hand'' onlysted about a year.


    For some reason, the Farmer Turtles never remained in one location for more than a year.


    "Yet, sir, you seem quite knowledgeable about the Farmer Turtle, am I mistaken?"


    "No, you''re not. Your observation is indeed keen. Our vige is visited by the Farmer Turtle once every few years. When that happens, we give up on fishing for a year."


    "That''s peculiar. I heard Farmer Turtles are rarely seen near beaches inhabited by humans."


    "It''s because the Farmer Turtle discovered the coast of Evergreen first, not humans."


    "Really?"


    "When I was purchasing thend to establish the vige, I was swindled. Hahaha!"


    Thend that former mercenary leader Calron had bought for settlement was, in other words, worthlessnd that unwee guests would visit.


    "...You find that amusing, sir?"


    "What can we do, it''s a thing of the past. Fortunately, it''ll move on somewhere else after a year. Then, the Devil''s Hand will also disappear. Hehe."


    At Calron''s words, Dominic clicked his tongue.


    "Let''s monitor the situation for now."


    "Of course, Sir Knight!"


    The three quickly made their way toward a hill with a clear view of the coastline.


    <strong>Whoosh-</strong>


    Contrary to the concerned expressions of the vigers they had encountered along the way, the sound of the waves on the beach remained tranquil.


    Seagulls, too, were gliding low over the sea as usual, and the warm breeze tinged with salt continued to brush against their cheeks.


    "It''s quite sizable."


    "The number of Farmer Turtles that arrived this time is quite substantial. It seems they transnted fully grown Devil''s Hands right from the start."


    Hearing Calron''s words, Dominic chuckled inwardly, picturing turtles transnting nts. It seemed like something that could only ur in a cartoon.


    "Take a closer look."


    "At what?"


    "At the waves."


    Ian dropped a hint, gazing at Dominic with a somewhat pitiful expression.


    <strong>Whoosh-</strong>


    Another substantial wave crashed.


    <em>''What''s within the wave?''</em>


    Dominic widened his eyes and peered into the wave.


    And he saw it.


    The enormous seaweed swaying within the wave.


    <em>''...My goodness.''</em>


    Even Dominic, who appeared to be engaged in aughter-holdingpetition, was suddenly ovee with shock and fear.


    The motion of the seaweed, swaying back and forth in the boundless sea in rhythm with the waves, extending its long, dark leaves in every direction, was enough to conjure up images of it easily ensnaring a few small fishing boats and dragging them down into the depths of the ocean.


    It was a moment that vividly demonstrated why it was called the ''Devil''s Hand.''


    <strong>Whoosh-</strong>


    Anotherrge wave crashed.


    It appeared as if the seaweed was once again extending its eerie appendages.


    Concealing the fear welling up from the depths of his heart, Dominic muttered to himself.


    "...Ultimately, it''s just seaweed soup..."


    "Seaweed soup?"


    "...what?"


    "You just mentioned it, seaweed soup."


    The blonde knight had ears sharper than necessary.


    "Is it a soup made from seaweed? But what is seaweed?"


    "That''s what I''m talking about, the Devil''s Hand."


    "I have no idea what you''re talking about. You''re calling the Devil''s Hand seaweed?"


    "Huh?"


    "Huh?"


    Dominic and Ian once again failed toprehend each other''s words.


    "Ah! In the region where I briefly resided, they referred to it as seaweed. What do you call it here?"


    "It''s called ''Devil''s Hand,'' what are you going on about? Tsk."


    At Ian''s words, Dominic finally realized that ''Devil''s Hand'' wasn''t a nickname but the official term for that seaweed.


    <em>''Whoever named it...''</em>


    Dominic couldn''t help but ponder the sensibilities of the person who not only coined the term but also made it the official name. Nevertheless, he continued.


    "But Calron, can we eat that seaweed, uh, I mean, Devil''s Hand?"


    "...Huh?"


    "It''s delicious when you make soup out of it."


    Dominic was thinking about how great it tasted when you stir-fried the seaweed with meat in sesame oil and then simmered it. Didn''t they know that?


    <em>''Well, in my previous life, there were only a few countries that ate seaweed.''</em>


    In South Korea, where he had lived in his past life, seaweed was consumed on birthdays, by new mothers, and frequently in school lunches. It was a staple in various diets.


    <em>''If you took seaweed away from dieticians, it would be challenging for them to create meal ns.''</em>


    As Dominic was lost in these thoughts, he heard Calron, who appeared bewildered.


    "You eat... Devil''s Hand?"


    "Why not?"


    "Because it''s the Devil''s Hand."


    "What does that mean...?"


    "...? Exactly. Why didn''t I think of trying it?"


    Calron, who had no particr aversion to food ingredients, tilted his head.


    "Does it contain any toxins?"


    "I''ve never heard of that."


    "Is it prohibited for religious or cultural reasons? Perhaps the temple disapproves."


    "Not that I know of. It''s just called ''Devil''s Hand''; it has nothing to do with dark magic."


    <strong>p-.</strong>


    Dominic pped his hands and beamed with a bright smile.


    "So, would you like to give it a try? It''s delicious."

 Chapter 8

    Chapter 8


    <strong>#The Devil''s Hand Appears in the Sea (3)</strong>


    Having been a rugged mercenary traveling across the continent, and having great confidence in Dominic''s culinary skills after savoring his meal, Calron asked, "Is it really delicious?" However, Ian, a knight by profession, frowned and subtly expressed his disapproval.


    Nheless, persuading Dominic, who had already switched into "Tonight''s dinner is piping hot seaweed soup!" mode, seemed quite challenging. Nevertheless, Ian decided to make one final attempt.


    "Must we truly dine on that dreadful seaweed? There''s no need to go to such lengths."


    "Aiyo."


    As if he had been waiting for this, Dominic sighed in response to Ian''s words.


    "Well, how could a noble knight like yourself consume mere seaweed thatmoners eat? I didn''t think that far ahead. Typically, we would have to capture amb or calf, grill a steak, and season it heavily for you. s! Our Evergreen vige is so impoverished that we have nothing else to offer but this humble seaweed."


    "No, why go to such lengths...!"


    Ian started to appear visibly flustered at Dominic''s words.


    <em>''I should put an end to this now while I have the chance. If he keeps criticizing the ingredients, it''ll be bothersometer.''</em>


    This was why Dominic escted the situation.


    It remained uncertain how long Lord Theodore''s secluded training wouldst. Until then, they had to coexist, as per Lord Theodore''s orders, whether they liked it or not. It would be quite bothersome if the topic of ingredients kept arising.


    <em>''This knight, at the very least, seems to respectmoners.''</em>


    Many knights looked down uponmoners as if they were insects.


    However, Ian, though stubborn and inflexible, didn''t seem to harbor prejudice againstmoners.


    This became evident in how he respected the position of the head cook in the Count''s Castle and how he showed respect to Calron.


    "I misspoke. My apologies."


    Just as Dominic had expected, Ian quickly admitted his mistake and lowered his gaze.


    "Very well. Since you''ve promptly apologized, I''ll share some food with you as a special gesture this time."


    "No, there''s no need to go to such lengths..."


    Ian gestured that it was unnecessary, but Dominic disregarded him and headed to his kitchen.


    Situated at the vige''s edge, Dominic''s kitchen was actually constructed by the fishingmunity. Feeding around ten or so sailors required more than a typical household kitchen. Everyone in the vige pitched in to build it at Dominic''s request.


    Thoughcking fancy interior decor, it boasted good lighting, venttion, and, above all, a spacious yard and a well-provisioned warehouse, making it a quite satisfactory space for Dominic.


    "This kitchen is remarkably well-organized for a small vige."


    "Of course, I''m the one who uses it."


    Ian, while inspecting the kitchen, also genuinely admired it.


    "It''s ced right here... ah, here it is!"


    Calron went to the backyard and soon returned with a sheepish expression, scratching the back of his head.


    "Dominic, what should we do with this?"


    "Is there a problem?"


    "I stored it improperly, and this happened. Haha!"


    Calron chuckled awkwardly and extended a bag. Inside, the seaweed was haphazardly broken into pieces, dried by the sea breeze.


    "Let''s see, hmm! It''s well-dried. It would have been better with a bit more salt, but it''s not a big deal. We''ll adjust the seasoning anyway."


    "Really? Is it okay?"


    "What do you mean?"


    "It dried up and shattered."


    "I intentionally use it both fresh and dried."


    "Is that so?"


    "That''s how it is. It''s actually better this way."


    When dried, some things actually be more vorful.


    That''s the case with mushrooms, fish, and seaweed.


    "Um~ Um~"


    After bing aware of reincarnation, Dominic had often cooked dishes from his previous life, but this was the first time he was making seaweed soup.


    <em>''No beef, let''s see.''</em>


    Due to budget constraints, he couldn''t afford to buy beef, so he had to find an alternative.


    <em>''If I add ground peri seeds, that would also be a delicacy, but I don''t have that either. Ah! That''s right! I have this, yes!''</em>


    Searching through his pantry, Dominic took out a bundle of dried mussels with a big smile.


    "Is this mussel flesh?"


    "Yes. These are mussels that were carefully dried. Drying them like this allows for long-term storage. I chose the ones that were fleshyst fall, so they should be delicious."


    Dominic rolled up his sleeves, already imagining the taste, and salivated.


    <strong>Sizzle.</strong>


    He generously coated a preheated cast-iron pot with peri oil and added the dried mussels, pre-soaked seaweed, and minced garlic. As he stir-fried them, a sound resembling both the sea and rain filled the entire kitchen.


    At the same time, the rich aroma of the peri oil powerfully stimted people''s senses.


    <em>''What is this?''</em>


    Ian, smelling the aroma of peri oil for the first time in his life, instinctively stretched his neck to get a better whiff, then quicklyposed himself.


    Dominic saw Ian from the corner of his eye and proudly adjusted the seasoning by adding some soy sauce.


    <em>''I''ve gone through so much trouble making soy sauce and peri oil, but using them like this makes it all worthwhile.''</em>


    Producing essential Korean spices like gochujang, red pepper kes, doenjang, soy sauce, peri oil, and sesame oil had been a tough endeavor.


    It had been a challenging struggle, but things got easierst year thanks to the vigers who pitched in.


    <em>''Not much rice left...''</em>


    Wheat was the staple food here. While rice could be acquired, it was three times more expensive, so Dominic usually saved it.


    <em>''But if I''m going to use some goodwill, I might as well go all out. Look at Ian, sneaking peeks at the stove while pretending not to care.''</em>


    He washed the rice thoroughly and ced it in a pot on one side of the stove, then poured the rice water into therge pot where he had been cooking the seaweed and mussels.


    "Ah!"


    Ian''s face turned white.


    "What on Earth are you doing?"


    Then, in a sh, it turned red. He seemed angry. His face kept changing colors.


    "What do you mean what am I doing?"


    "Why are you pouring wastewater where you washed food into a dish you''re cooking? It looks like you''re preparing food for the vigers, and if you''ve been cooking like this all along..."


    "It''s not wastewater! It''s a standard practice to use rice water in soup!"


    "What? Are you trying to escape this predicament with some nonsensical excuse? That''s ridiculous!"


    "Didn''t you see me throw away the first and second wash water?"


    "Tha, that''s...!"


    This was where Ian was flustered.


    Why would someone discard the water the first few times and then save the milky water on the third and fourth washes, only to add it to a stew? What kind of madness is this?


    "Rice water contains starch, lipids, vitamin B1, B2, and more. It harmonizes the vors of the ingredients, you know. It also removes the fishy smell from seafood and bnces out bitterness. Stop interfering when you know nothing."


    "...Really?"


    "You''ve been deceived all your life."


    Dominic was using words he couldn''t understand. However, seeing how confident he was, Ian was certain he wasn''t making things up.


    Indeed, after some time passed and the clear stew began to boil, a savory aroma started to fill the room.


    He couldn''t even imagine what it would taste like, but his nose seemed to scream, "This is definitely going to be delicious!"


    From then on, Dominic started to give him cues, and he was pushed into a corner of the kitchen, relegated to just restoring his appetite.


    Meanwhile, dish upon dish started to be neatly arranged on the makeshift dining table.


    "It''s fortunate that we have a few kinds of vegetables left. Don''t take out the kimchi; I don''t even have enough for myself. And half-cooked sunny-side-up eggs are the best!"


    "Hey, Dominic! I''ve fried a fish, hahaha!"


    Calron, perfectly timed, came in with three appetizingly red fried fish.


    "Where have you been? Thank you!"


    "What for? You deserve this at least. How could I just stand there and let you feed me?"


    "You really know what you''re talking about. Some people justin even when they''re eating for free."


    "...I apologize."


    "Dinner is ready. Pleasee quickly."


    The table wasn''tvish, but it was abundant.


    "Please try it. I promise it''s delicious."


    Ian hesitated for a moment at the sight of the ck, slippery seaweed in the soup bowl. However, his sense of smell won. The salty, yet deep and savory aroma seemed to beckon the blond knight to take a bite.


    <strong>Slurp-.</strong>


    "!"


    Cautiously, Ian took a spoonful, and his eyes widened.


    The ck seaweed, despite its ominous appearance, went down his throat even before he could chew. The deep vor of the broth instantly alleviated his fatigue, making him feel rxed.


    The dried mussels provided a chewy texture, and the garlic bnced out the strong aftertaste, making it a perfect soup.


    <strong>Clink.</strong>


    As if by instinct, Ian wrapped some steaming rice in the stew.


    Though it was a grain he was seeing for the first time, the glossy, stic appearance naturally stimted his appetite.


    As he wrapped the rice in the stew, each grain started to soak up the broth.


    Now, Ian was literally drinking the stew from the bowl.


    "See, why can''t you trust people when they say it''s good?"


    "...I admit, my experience was limited. There''s no choice but to acknowledge it."


    Finally, a K.O. sign dropped.

 Chapter 9

    Chapter 9


    <strong>#The Devil''s Hand Appears in the Sea (4)</strong>


    "Hahaha! Finally, Sir acknowledges Dominic''s culinary skills! Although this guy can be a bit brusque, his cooking is exceptional. He''s well-versed in a variety of ingredients and consistently amazes people with his unconventional cooking methods. Hehehe, in that regard, may I have another serving, please?"


    "Ah, rice is quite costly."


    Despite his grumbling, Dominic''s actions of scooping rice into the bowl indicated his approval.


    "Sir, does it taste good?"


    "Yes, it''s delicious. Please, let me enjoy my meal without further conversation."


    "So, what shall we do about that now?"


    "What?"


    "The seaweed, no, I meant the Devil''s Hand."


    "Well, if the knight can assist us, we should consider how to disce the turtle farmers. Once we drive them away, it won''t be too challenging to deal with the Devil''s Hand. A few skilled divers will have to work hard for a few days, that''s all."


    "Do we need topletely eliminate it?"


    "What are you talking about? Of course, we have to get rid of it."


    "Why?"


    "Why? Because we need to go fishing! If the Devil''s Hand continues to grow, we won''t be able to set sail."


    "Even for small boats?"


    "We might manage with small boats like rafts, but they can''t venture far out into the sea. If the waves are strong, we''ll be fish food. You don''t want to be fish food while trying to catch fish, do you?"


    "Do we need tounchrge fishing boats?"


    Calron frowned, feeling like he was being taunted.


    "Why are you ying with words? I''m not here to argue with you."


    "Why would I? Arguing with you would be like fighting a heavyweight."


    "Then why ask if we have to userge fishing boats? Of course, we do! How else are we going to make money?"


    Calron sighed in apparent frustration. Ian shared his sentiments. Neither of them could decipher Dominic''s intentions.


    Just then, Dominic pointed at the dining table with a sly grin.


    "You said this was delicious."


    All three sets of eyes turned simultaneously to one spot.


    ***


    "Do we really need to stop here? Looks like a tiny vige with nothing to offer."


    A young man, both an employee and the grandson of the merchant, wasining to his grandfather. Even to his inexperienced eyes, this fishing vige appeared to have little to offer.


    "Evergreen is a small fishing vige. But think about it, what will it be like in 5 years? Or 10 years? Human affairs are unpredictable. Don''t judge by appearances."


    "But still"


    "Furthermore, for small merchants like us, even a small customer is important. You need to value your customers."


    "Yes, Grandpa."


    However, as they reached the outskirts of the vige, the merchant sensed something different.


    The unusual excitement among the vigers clearly indicated that there was something to sell.


    "Ah, wee, sir?"


    "Vige chief!"


    "Haha, stop calling me the Vige chief. I passed that title on to this young man because it was too cumbersome."


    "Hehe, still doing things your own way."


    Calronughed heartily and pped Dominic on the back.


    "We''ve met before, haven''t we?"


    "Yes. You bought our dried fish and smoked fish at a good price."


    The young man, who had even left a strong impression on the elderly merchant, approached him as the new vige chief.


    They had a connection where the merchant had fulfilled several requests to bring ingredients notmonly used in the empire, such as garlic, peppers, and onion seeds.


    "This time, I''ve brought four bags of rice. What do you think?"


    "Absolutely, I''ll purchase all of them. Have you had a meal yet?"


    Dominic, who was inspecting some ingredients in the wagon, suddenly seemed to recollect something and inquired.


    "I hurried here and missed my mealtime. Could I perhaps borrow some fire?"


    "Why don''t you join us for a meal with our fishingmunity? It''s just about lunchtime."


    "Would it be eptable for us to join?"


    "Of course. We have plenty."


    Dominic''s face lit up with a sly smile.


    Ian, who was observing the scene from a distance, shook his head as if unable to intervene.


    "The mornings and evenings are still chilly, so they must be cold."


    The conditions of the small merchant group were apparent, indicating they hadn''t paid much attention to staying warm. Furthermore, this is a coastal area.


    If they had traveled for several hours in the moistureden sea breeze, it was evident that their bodies would be stiff.


    "Come this way."


    However, Dominic led the merchants to a makeshift tent on the shore.


    Though it was referred to as a tent, it was simply a thick cloth stretched between four poles to provide shade from the sun, and it was an open area where the breeze flowed freely.


    "Oh! Is that seaweed today? Wow-."


    "There''s beef too! Whose birthday is it, Dominic?"


    "It''s the special meal day thates every ten days. I''ve added lots of shrimp, so roll it up with rice. We''ll only serve up to two bowls, so make do ordingly."


    "Hey, the boss eats five bowls every time, so Dominic''s supply will run out!"


    "If anyone hears you, they''ll think you guys are on a diet, you guys!"


    "Hehehe!"


    The fishingmunity received their food rations, creating a livelymotion.


    Those who were served first slurped down the soup in their bowls and eximed, ''Ah, this is delicious!'', ''Hot soup is the best in the cold weather!'', ''The hangover from yesterday''s drinking ispletely gone!''


    "What is this, Carlon?"


    "It''s seaweed, you know, algae...? Anyway, give it a try; it''ll warm you up. Hehe."


    The merchant hesitated at the unfamiliar ck soup. The aroma was enticing enough to make his mouth water, but he hesitated because he had never encountered such a dark soup in his long life.


    "Wow! What is this? It''s incredibly tasty! Grandpa, try it quickly! The texture is fun too. Ah-. It seems to have a richer vor than the seafood stew served in regr inns."


    On the other hand, the merchant''s grandson had a different reaction.


    Lacking prior experience meant fewer preconceptions, and without hesitation, he devoured the unfamiliar dish and showered it withpliments.


    "It''s neither spicy nor nd, and the darkponents, shrimp, and beef are all cooked to perfection, so it should be good for Grandpa to eat. Come on!"


    "Is that so? Then let''s... Oh!"


    Encouraged by his grandson, the merchant raised the bowl with both hands and downed the soup.


    <em>''It''s aforting vor.''</em>


    For the elderly merchant, meals on the road had always been a challenge.


    Dried jerky, tough bread, and coarse grain powder had taken a toll on his already weak teeth and digestive system.


    <em>''And there''s hardly enough time to simmer a broth properly.''</em>


    While camping, they did make soup, but due to time constraints and limited ingredients, it often turned out to be a salty broth.


    "You must have put in quite an effort making this. It must have taken quite some time."


    "Today, we included beef, so it did require a longer cooking time, maybe about an hour? If it had been mussels like usual, boiling for just twenty minutes would suffice."


    "...Twenty minutes? Is that really the case, Vige Chief?"


    The merchant, who had been savoring the soup with a contented expression, widened his eyes and inquired,


    "If what you just said is true, then the vores from this dark ingredient?"


    "That''s correct."


    "Sell it to me! I''ll offer you a fair price!"


    The merchant, driven by his merchant instincts, quickly made his offer without much consideration.


    "Is the quantity adequate?"


    "Absolutely."


    "Hmm, since it''s a living thing, it might be challenging to transport arge amount at once... Let me think..."


    "It''s not a living thing. Here."


    While the merchant contemted how to handle shipping, Dominic retrieved pieces of seaweed that had been salted and dried, then cut into a convenient size for consumption.


    "Soak this in water for about 10 minutes, then saut it in sesame oil or peri oil and add water. That''s all there is to it. Simple, right?"


    "Ah, what a revtion! But you call it ''seaweed''? I''ve heard it referred to as algae... something. Isn''t there a moremonly used term?"


    "There is, but..."


    Dominic hesitated for a moment.


    Considering the taste, appearance, and cooking method, he had no doubts about its marketability, but preconceptions could be a significant factor in ingredient selection.


    "It''s known as ''Devil''s Hand''..."


    "Devil''s Hand? Ah, I see! You''re talking about that ruthless and fearsome sea creature, but why?"


    "..."


    "...Don''t tell me..."


    "It''s just the name; it''s not actually rted..."


    <strong>Clink-.</strong>


    The metal spoon fell to the floor with a thud.


    "...Perhaps we should reconsider this deal."


    "Hold on a moment!"


    The merchant''s reaction was more intense than expected.


    He abruptly stood up as if there was nothing more to discuss. Dominic had miscalcted, assuming the merchant''s response would be simr to Calron''s or Ian''s.


    That''s when it happened.


    "I''ll purchase it! Let''s make a trade!"

 Chapter 10

    Chapter 10


    <strong>#Countess and Postpartum Care (1)</strong>


    "Anton!"


    "Grandfather explicitly stated he has no interest in this trade, so it''s toote to change his mind now!"


    "How do you intend to sell this foreboding item? I apologize, vige chief. My grandson stillcks good judgment..."


    "I have been given funds to make purchases freely during this trip, and I have decided to buy this seaweed, so please don''t hinder me."


    "Nevertheless, this young man...!"


    "I n to sell to anyone willing to pay, so how much should I get ready for you?"


    "Vige Chief!"


    "Grandfather!"


    Only Dominic stood there with an awkward expression sandwiched between the two arguing generations.


    <em>''Whoever it is, all I need is the money...''</em>


    Dominic''s mouth felt parched.


    As Calron had mentioned, for the time being, this merchant was the sole tradering to our vige.


    He had to make a sale somehow.


    <em>''If things go awry, I might have to personally go out and sell the seaweed...''</em>


    He shuddered.


    Sales were not his strong suit.


    While feeling anxious, Anton''s voice reached Dominic''s ears.


    "In the capital, there are even restaurants specializing in selling non-poisonous monster meat. I''ve heard it''s extremely popr among young nobles and wealthymoners."


    "What? Eating monster meat? Even nobles do that?"


    "Yes. The younger generation is generally less averse to unusual ingredients. Besides, it''s an experience not just anyone can have, so the focus is more on the act of eating itself rather than the taste."


    "Huh..."


    "And this seaweed, the ''Devil''s Hand,'' even you''ve tasted it, Grandfather. It''s vorful. There will be people who are curious as well as those who are repulsed because of the name, right?"


    The merchant was gazing at his grandson Anton with newfound pride.


    A hedgehog finds its own offspring lovely, and seeing his grandson all grown up and convincing him made him feel emotional.


    "Fine, since you''re so confident, I can''t refuse to buy. Even if it fails, it will be a good experience. There will be a lot to learn."


    "Thank you, Grandfather."


    "So, how much should we prepare? We have plenty."


    Dominic, unable to hold back any longer, interjected.


    **


    "Since you''re the one who purchased it, try selling it the way you want."


    "Thank you, Grandfather."


    Upon arriving at the city directly governed by the ruling lord, Anton, with his grandfather''s permission, set up a stall on the street with two workers.


    "First, let''s soak it in water, and while that''s happening, we''ll prepare the other ingredients."


    He had practiced several times, but the thought of this being the real deal made his heart race.


    His fingertips were slightly trembling.


    However, Anton was certain that this moment would be a significant turning point in his merchant life.


    <em>''Being the first merchant to distribute a product that others don''t handle has a high likelihood of rejection.''</em>


    His grandfather''s business was well-known locally, but Anton was not content with that. His goal was to be among the top 30 merchants in the Empire.


    His ambitious goals enabled him to make bold decisions, and thisrge pot was the result.


    "Um, what''s this smell? It smells delicious..."


    As soon as the seaweed soup started to boil, people attracted by the enticing aroma began to gather around Anton''s stall.


    "What''s this dark thing? Doesn''t look like a vegetable... Is it some kind of mushroom?"


    "Ever heard of ''Devil''s Hand''?"


    "Huh? What''s that?"


    "This right here, my friend, is seaweed that''s grown by turtles, not sharks! If you''ve never lived by the sea, you wouldn''t know, would you? Heh heh."


    "Whoa! Devil''s Hand? Why would you make food out of something so ominous? The smell almost fooled me!"


    "It''s not from a shark; it''s from a turtle, a farming turtle, actually. And despite the name, it''s just regr seaweed."


    Anton brushed off thements from the crowd and began to exin.


    A sense that something intriguing was about to unfold began to capture people''s attention, and before long, the area was swarming with curious onlookers.


    "Seaweed? What''s that?"


    "It''s like a vegetable from the sea."


    "Oh, that makes sense. The ocean must have nt-eating creatures too. This must be what they eat!"


    "Exactly. Especially this ''Devil''s Hand,'' or as it''s known in some ces, seaweed. It''s apparently a favorite of turtles."


    "Turtles love it? Sounds interesting. Is it really tasty?"


    "Tasty? Here''s a secret: it''s incredibly beneficial for women, especially those who have just given birth or are expecting."


    "For new mothers? I thought you were a merchant, but it seems you''re a healer!"


    "No, afterying their eggs, these turtles feast on this nt."


    "Really?"


    "Absolutely! So, I tried giving it to new mothers, and they said their milk supply increased, and they recovered quickly. Isn''t that amazing?"


    "...Still, the food has to taste good. This is new to me..."


    Anton''s eloquent exnation seemed to persuade the spectators, who couldn''t help but salivate at the sight of the simmering seaweed soup.


    Workers quicklydled the soup into small bowls and handed them out.


    "Try it, and if you like it, consider buying it. We also offer sesame oil with the seaweed. And for those who make a purchase, we''ll even share the recipe. How budget-friendly is that?"


    "Let me give it a try. Oh! Now I see why turtles like it! I''ll take one set, no, make it two!"


    After savoring the soup, the man confidently purchased two sets and left.


    "I want to try it too!"


    "Why does the taste matter? Our daughter just gave birth, so give me two sets, no, make it three!"


    "Does it really boost milk supply? Give me one too!"


    Business flourished once the atmosphere was set.


    <em>''Selling out doesn''t seem like a dream anymore.''</em>


    Even with a bustling crowd of customers, Anton couldn''t help but smile.


    <em>''How does that young vige chief know so much about all this? He''s a fascinating guy.''</em>


    Anton was impressed by how smoothly things were going, just as the young vige chief Dominic had advised. Everything, from setting out sample pots to hiring a promoter to engage with customers, and even offering sesame oil as part of a package deal and sharing recipesall of these were his ideas.


    <em>''Ah, I forgot to mention that it''s good for skin beauty and fatigue recovery. Looks like I''ll have to hire a promoter again tomorrow.''</em>


    There were minor hups due to unfamiliar terms, but that wasn''t crucial. What mattered was that ''Devil''s Hand'' had transitioned from being perceived as a catastrophe brought about by aggressive turtles to a nutritious food that benefited new mothers.


    "I guess I''ll have to secure more stock soon."


    The young merchant''s intuition was shining brightly.


    ***


    Lately, Dominic had practically been living in the kitchen.


    <em>''Heh heh, tteokbokki, tteokbokki...! Finally...! Ugh.''</em>


    What he was preparing, while muttering to himself with fervent eyes, was none other than tteokbokki. In fact, the sauce was already made.


    However, the reason he hadn''t attempted tteokbokki until now was none other than money!


    <em>''Rice is expensive, so I couldn''t gather the courage to make rice cakes.''</em>


    With rice prices three times higher than flour, making rice cakes for tteokbokki felt like an extravagant indulgencepared to what the poor fishermen in rural viges could afford.


    As a true aficionado of rice cakes, Dominic never even contemted using wheat cakes.


    But now, farewell to the days of struggle!


    <em>''Thank goodness the seaweed is selling better than expected. Heh heh.''</em>


    Anton had requested to keep sending seaweed as it was produced.


    This was because the demand was soaring among those captivated by the rich seafood vor at an affordable price. The fact that the city they were in was ind likely yed a significant role.


    <em>''People who had never seen the ocean probably felt less repulsion.''</em>


    Dominic hadn''t thought that far ahead, but regardless, it was a positive development.


    "The pot is overflowing."


    "Eek!"


    "The spicy aroma is wafting."


    "This is how it''s traditionally enjoyed. Will you have some?"


    "...Thank you."


    Dominic had grown quitefortable with Ian. Feeding him delicious food had somewhat softened his prickly personality, and he was subtly looking forward to the next meal, much like Calron. Of course, they looked nothing alike.


    "Is this what they call tteokbokki?"


    "It''s incredibly addictive."


    "Did you put in a forbidden drug!"


    "Ah, how many times do I have to say it! Metaphor, you know, metaphor? You don''t need knowledge to be a knight?"


    "...Tsk-."


    "Heh heh. Bon apptit!"


    "Bon apptit."


    Just as Dominic, who had been briefly engrossed in admiring the tteokbokki that had enchanted his eyes with its red sauce, was about to savor a chewy piece of rice cake,


    "The vige chief of Evergreen, Dominic, heed the Lord''smand!"


    <strong>Bang-!</strong>


    Soldiers burst in.


    Uninvited guests.


    The tteokbokki fell to the ground, lifeless.

 Chapter 11

    Chapter 11


    <strong>#The Countess and Postnatal Care (Part 2)</strong>


    "The ruler of this territory, Count Sinir, has issued a decree. Dominic, the vige leader of Evergreen, is summoned to the Sinir estate without dy. Soldiers have been sent for this task; declining the order is not an option."


    The senior soldier unfurled an exquisitely crafted scroll, speaking with an air of dignity as he conveyed the Lord''s directive.


    "Count Sinir? The offspring of Lord Theodore?"


    This person was the offspring of the former Lord and the current figure in charge of the region.


    Dominic nced at the soldiers surrounding him. He recognized a few familiar faces from his previous visit to Count Sinir''s castle. However, they appeared disinterested in acknowledging this fact, merely delivering the message with stern expressions.


    But Ian stood before those soldiers, blocking their path.


    This development took Dominic by surprise.


    <em>''I thought he''d let me be taken. Wait, four soldiers and one knight... the knight should prevail, right?''</em>


    Despite the tense situation, Dominic, who had faced numerous challenges before, envisioned Ian taking on the soldiers in a 4-to-1 confrontation.


    "Knight, this is the Lord''smand. Step aside."


    "I, too, have received the Lord''smand to look after this man. So, without understanding the situation, I can''t simply surrender the vige chief. What exactly is happening?"


    "How could we lowly soldiers specte on the Lord''s intentions? We merely follow orders."


    An experienced soldier tried to soothe Ian''s concerns.


    "Did the Lord say anything else?"


    "He emphasized not to dy for even a moment."


    "Hmm."


    Ian contemted with a grave expression and then took a step back.


    "Take him. However, I will apany him."


    "Very well."


    "Huh? That was fast. Hey, Knight, weren''t you supposed to prevent my arrest?"


    "Why would I?"


    "We''ve shared meals together!"


    "Tch- If the Lord intended to punish you, he would have imposed an immediate penalty instead of summoning you to the castle."


    "Is that so?"


    "It appears something urgent has arisen that requires your presence. So, get ready quickly."


    "Yes, well..."


    At Ian''s gesture, the senior soldier appeared to grant permission, nodding in agreement.


    <em>''Why are they looking for me? All I''ve shown them is rted to food... Is it something urgent? Did he develop a sudden craving?''</em>


    Nevertheless, a part of him wondered, "Would they send four soldiers just for that?" His curiosity was piqued. Nheless, he diligently packed various seasonings into his bag.


    **


    Returning to Count Sinir''s castle.


    The first time he visited, he was awestruck by the grandeur, but this second time, Dominic felt somewhat ustomed.


    "When you meet the Count, kneel first, extend both arms towards the sky, then lower them and bow..."


    His excitement was short-lived. As the servant began to enumerate the formalities that must be observed when meeting the Count, Dominic felt like his head was about to explode.


    <em>''Why is this soplicated?''</em>


    The ruler of a region was often likened to a king within the territory he governed. This wasn''t just an empty assertion, as it turned out.


    After mastering approximately ten forms of etiquette, including walking, greeting, expressing opinions, and showing gratitude, permission was finally granted with a nod of approval.


    "I didn''t expect we''d be going together. But why didn''t you attend the etiquette training as well, Sir Knight?"


    "Don''t confuse me with someone like you. I abandoned etiquette a long time ago."


    "Ah, I see."


    Dominic, struggling to hold back a remark about the length of the bag strap, proceeded towards the lord''s office with a displeased expression.


    Nevertheless, having someone apanying him eased his nervousness a bit.


    The door to the lord''s office appeared to be crafted from high-quality oak; the wood grain remained lively and vibrant. Additionally, wood carvings adorned it, and a lily pattern that seemed ready to bloom at any moment was present, making the door resemble a work of art.


    <strong>Koo-woong.</strong>


    "Vige chief, Dominic,e in."


    "Ah, yes! I havee to see you, My Lord!"


    So much for feeling at ease. The instant the door opened, and he caught sight of the lord seated at his desk, Dominic forgot all the etiquette he had learned and prostrated himself deeply.


    <em>''Ah, this sense of being prey is ingrained in me.''</em>


    The heroes in the genre novels he had consumed countless times in his previous life were always dignified andposed, so why was he like this? He felt a momentary self-reproach.


    However, the lord showed no intention of reprimanding him for his behavior.


    "You may raise your head. I''ve summoned you here because I have an important question to ask."


    "Me? You need only give the order, My Lord! It''s not appropriate for me, who relies on your grace, to be asked a favor!"


    "Haha, you are not a modest one. Sir Hanover, What do you think of this man''s behavior?"


    With a satisfied expression, the lord directed a question to Ian, who stood behind Dominic.


    <em>''Please, say something positive. This is clearly an opportunity that''s dropped from the sky like a giant pumpkin!''</em>


    Dominic instinctively grasped that fulfilling the lord''s request could earn him a reliable supporter in the future. The issue was Ian. This knight, blessed with nothing but a handsome countenance and remarkable naivety, could ruin everything if he misspoke.


    "...He possesses extensive knowledge of ingredients. Moreover, he maintains an open-minded perspective on the world, exhibits the courage to hold his ground regardless of the other party''s status, and possesses the ability to blend ideals and reality harmoniously to solve problems. I believe he will prove valuable wherever you choose to ce him."


    "Hahaha, Sir Hanover, known for being hard to please, praises him in this manner! Very well, this is excellent!"


    In response to Ian''s words, the lord pped his knee and grinned.


    However, Dominic nced back at Ian, who stood behind him, wearing an expression that seemed to say, ''What did he eat?'' Ian avoided his gaze.


    "If a person of confirmed character is present, there''s no need to search further. Dominic, was it?"


    "Yes, My Lord!"


    "My wife recently gave birth to a son. A precious son."


    "What? Congrattions, My Lord!"


    This news came as a surprise. ording to thest Vige Chief''s meeting, there was still over a month to go.


    "The birth urred more than four weeks ahead of schedule. Fortunately, both mother and child are in good health, but I am concerned. That''s why I couldn''t even inform the people of the domain."


    It was a relief. It seemed that the mother, who had maintained her health well, managed to protect the child despite the premature birth.


    <em>''But why is he sharing this with me?''</em>


    Neither a noble nor just a vige chief of a small fishing vige.


    "A maid who came with my wife from her family''s home purchased something unusual out of concern for her mistress."


    The lord''s tone remained gentle.


    However, Dominic, anticipating what tale would follow, froze in ce.


    <em>''Seaweed chatter! We''re not in an era where they impose fines for exaggerated advertising; are they going to penalize me? No, breaking advertising regtions should be less severe than the transgressions of the powerful... To hell with it!''</em>


    While pondering that changing the story in Tang Dynasty''s ''Chohakgi,'' which mentions, "A whale that gave birth was eating seaweed," to "A turtle was consuming it," should pose no issue, he couldn''t help but feel his mouth going dry.


    <em>''Should I apologize quickly? They say it''s better to take the hit upfront. If I apologize, won''t they forgive me? ...No? What if I im to have personally witnessed it? It''s true that seaweed is beneficial for postpartum mothers!''</em>


    Seaweed contained ample iron, potassium, calcium, and even iodine, which was scarce in most ordinary food items. Most countries that didn''t include seaweed in their diets had very low iodine intake, to the extent that a few countries, including Australia, enactedws requiring the addition of iodized salt when making bread.


    <em>''For now, let''s stay silent and worry about itter!''</em>


    Dominic, deciding to be a bit more brazen, believed he hadn''t entirely fabricated a lie.


    "I never imagined I''d be eating Devil''s Hand like this, haha. I even tried it myself, and it''s surprisingly good. No signs of poison either."


    "Ah, haha, yes! Naturally, My Lord!"


    He awkwardly chuckled, concurring with the lord''s words.


    Apparently, they had even tested it for toxicity, considering it was to be given to a woman who had just given birth.


    "I''m not sure if it''s a coincidence or not, but what''s certain is that my wife, who''s been consuming Devil''s Hand with every meal, is recovering remarkably quickly. Isn''t that remarkable? I was so delighted that I sought out the merchant to reward him, and well, they say it was you who provided them with all this information."


    "Yes, that''s correct! I told them everything!"


    Dominic eagerly took full credit.


    "Haha, you''re refreshingly honest. I''ve heard you''ve also been diligently nning my father''s meals. I''m not sure if it will be too much of a burden for you, but starting today, I''ll entrust you with my wife''s postpartum care. Give it your all to aid in her recovery!"


    It was a sudden job offer.


    But it was an offer he couldn''t turn down.


    "Yes! I''d like one gold coin as my weekly wage!"


    "Huh? Well, you''re an interesting character. Very well! You shall have what you ask for."


    "Your generosity knows no bounds, my... ah, my Lord!"


    Dominic seized the opportunity to demand his sry when the mood was favorable, and the lord readily agreed, intending to amodate reasonable requests.


    <em>''I''ve heard that knights receive this much; now I''m wealthy!''</em>


    Having a sry in the millions wasn''t someone else''s story; it was his reality.

 Chapter 12

    Chapter 12


    <strong>Countess and Postpartum Care (3)</strong>


    "This is the reason one should lead a virtuous life. Leading such a life can lead to a six-figure sry, you know. Hehe."


    Even as he made his way to meet the Countess, Dominic couldn''t contain his smile.


    "I''m not entirely sure what you mean by a six-figure sry, but let''s refrain from discussing money. There are many prying ears within the castle. And you, leading a virtuous life? You trulyck a moralpass."


    "What are you implying? Lack a moralpass? Do you not share the same opinion, Sir? That I am a virtuous, just, and courageous hero of this era."


    "I''ve heard quite a few entertaining things today."


    "Hey~ Why did you defend me like that in front of the Lord? Have we suddenly be friends?"


    As Dominic yfully prodded, Ian clicked his tongue, as if tomand attention.


    "Hmph, if I had exposed your true nature in front of the Lord, it would have been tantamount to deceiving not only the former vige chief who passed on his position but also the merchant who conducted business with you, and even Lord Theodore, who entrusted you with the meals. There were limits to what I could divulge."


    "Ah, indeed. You are remarkable. Truly a knight."


    From the start, Dominic only heard what he wanted from Ian.


    "So, what''s the Countess typically like? If you have any insights, please share."


    "...I''ve never personally served her, so I can''t provide precise details. Like most noblewomen, she''s said to have refined tastes, but I''ve heard she''s be more gracious since bing pregnant."


    "Thest time, during dinner, she seemed content with the meal I prepared. She appeared pleasant, you know?"


    Internally celebrating, ''What an easy job!'' Dominic felt confident.


    "But didn''t the Lord also mention that she hasn''t left her room since two nights after giving birth."


    "She''s just given birth, so she probably wants to rest. People can get irked if you disturb them during their rest."


    Dominic didn''t consider it a major issue.


    In his previous life, he had witnessed his sister, who was already irritable, bingpletely touchy shortly after giving birth to her niece.


    <em>''She''s just given birth, after all. It would be stranger if her disposition hasn''t changed. Offering her something delectable might lift her spirits.''</em>


    High nutrition, low stimtion!


    The postpartum dietary n for mothers was already taking shape in his mind.


    **


    "Well, let''s forget it!"


    A hysterical outcry emanated from the Countess''s chamber.


    "Please, just give it a try..."


    "Emily! Inform the Count I appreciate it, but it''s unnecessary! Right now! What? A chef? This is no jest!"


    Standing awkwardly at the door, unable to enter, Dominic''s thoughts raced.


    <em>''Huh? Am I about to be dismissed?''</em>


    This could easily make his golden opportunity of one gold coin per week vanish.


    "Phew-. I apologize. The Countess currentlycks an appetite... I''ll ry it to the Lord."


    There it goes~!


    In Dominic''s eyes, it appeared as if a gold coin had sprouted wings and was soaring far away.


    While some of the seaweed business money was umting in his favor, forfeiting potential ie was a separate issue.


    "Excuse me!"


    "...Yes?"


    Dominic halted the butler who was about to turn away.


    <em>''ording to what I''ve heard from the Lord, she appeared to enjoy the seaweed soup! If that''s the case, she must have an appetite, so why the sudden cessation... Ah!''</em>


    While speaking, a memory from a past life rushed into his mind.


    [Are you feuding with pumpkins? You''ll get diabetes that way. Do you know how much sugar is in pumpkin juice?]


    [Could you please be quiet? If we leave it like this, I''ll gain weight! I have to shed those pounds before that.]


    [That''s just all your excess fat...! Ugh!]


    [Get out! Get out, you rascal!]


    The sister he had seen shortly after her daughter was born looked no different from before she had the child.


    However, to be honest, he barely recognized his sister when he visited her a few dayster in the postnatal care center.


    <em>''Postpartum edema, I''d only heard about swollen hands and feet, but they truly resembled balloons.''</em>


    He had studied about the edema that many new mothers experience in his medical textbooks, but witnessing it in a family member was more startling than he had anticipated.


    <em>''The countess locked herself in her room after just two days. She simply stated she doesn''t require any food. She must be hungry.''</em>


    After gathering his thoughts, Dominic cautiously approached the butler.


    "Is the swelling severe?"


    "...!"


    "The body retains water and fats to produce breast milk. Some individuals experience particrly pronounced swelling, and in such cases, diet ys a critical role in a swift recovery. I can offer my assistance."


    "...Please wait a moment."


    "Of course."


    Postpartum edema is so prevalent that statistics suggest more than half of all new mothers go through it.


    The new mothers here were likely no exception.


    However, the less active you are during pregnancy and the more fatty foods you consume, the worse the swelling tends to be. The Countess probably falls into this more severe category.


    <em>''The Countess didnt move around much to begin with, and she probably ate even less during her pregnancy. Plus, if she had dinner with the Lord Theodore every evening, she likely consumed overly oily and salty foods to match his preferences.''</em>


    Upon reflection, the meals prepared under the old Lord''s instructions were quite rich, indicating that the Countess likely gained significant weight during her pregnancy.


    <strong>Drrrring-.</strong>


    After some time had psed, the door to the Countesss locked room opened.


    "You may enter."


    Guided by the butler, Dominic entered a room that surprisingly contained a living area.


    <em>''So, this is the renowned "room within a room" concept.''</em>


    While immersed in that irrelevant thought, the Countess emerged, supported by her maid, from the adjoining bedroom.


    "Pleased to make your acquaintance, mydy."


    "Pleased to make your acquaintance, mydy."


    Ian was the first to offer his respect, and Dominic quickly followed suit. In that very moment, he grasped the Countess''s predicament.


    <em>''It''s severe.''</em>


    If the Countess had appeared somewhat plump before, she now resembled someone who had been inted with air.


    A glimpse of her arm extending from her generously tailored indoor dress exined why she had secluded herself.


    "...I trust you since you''re also overseeing Lord Theodore''s diet."


    Her voice, which had been frantic just moments ago, now carried a hint of sadness.


    <em>''Her self-esteem must have taken a significant blow. I hope she''s not grappling with postpartum depression as well. That would be a serious concern...''</em>


    Hormonal changes can be overwhelming, pushing individuals to the brink.


    Teenagers going through puberty, middle-aged individuals experiencing menopause, and mothers who have recently given birth have all faced simr challenges.


    For the noblewomen of this world, maintaining their beauty was a matter of destiny. It was crucial to possess at least some level of beauty, not only to secure a good husband but also to gain an advantage in the social circles where information flowed freely.


    "I''ve been restricting my food intake, but I''m not losing any weight..."


    "Here''s a record of everything Madame has consumed thus far."


    The butler handed over a note.


    "Hmm."


    "Should we further reduce her intake?"


    A weary tone apanied the question.


    In response, Dominic let out a soft sigh.


    "You must eat."


    "What? Didn''t you say you would assist me?"


    "That''s precisely why you must eat."


    "...What?"


    "Please, promise me. Adhere to the diet n I''m prescribing without deviation."


    "But...!"


    "When you''re ill, you visit a healer and take medicine, correct? It''s the same principle. What I''m providing you with now is like medicine. You mustn''t skip or omit anything. If you faithfully follow this regimen, you will soon return to your original physique."


    Observing this interaction, Ian sensed an unusual strength in Dominic''s words.


    <em>''It''s definitely not mana.''</em>


    From the moment they first met, Dominic had struck him as an unconventional figure. He could be subservient due to his social standing, yet he spoke his mind freely. He appeared worldly and self-centered, yet his sincerity shone through when discussing food.


    <em>''Is it self-confidence? Where does such confidencee from?''</em>


    No matter how much Ian trained, he found it challenging to possess the same level of self-assuredness.


    Furthermore, Dominic asionally disyed sage-like qualities, resolving problems with unexpected ideas or approaching situations without preconceived notions.


    In reality, this was due to his flexible social standing, shaped by memories from his past life, and his broader knowledgepared to the people of this world. However, from Ian''s perspective, unaware of these facts, Dominic didn''t resemble the typical vige chief of a small vige at all.


    <em>''Perhaps I should continue observing him a bit longer?''</em>


    It appeared that once again, Dominic had earned the trust of another individual.

 Chapter 13

    Chapter 13


    <strong>#The Countess and Postpartum Care (4)</strong>


    "So, you''re suggesting that if I follow your instructions exactly, I can return to my pre-pregnancy appearance?"


    "I assure you."


    "...I''ll ce my trust in you. Frankly, I don''t have any other options. I have just three weeks until I must be seen in public with my child. Is it truly achievable?"


    "Absolutely, mydy. I will assist you in facing others with confidence."


    Dominic came to understand the source of thedy''s anxiety and even her tears.


    <em>After four weeks of giving birth, they need to receive a blessing at the temple? It appears to be simr to a birth registration.</em>


    Upon inquiring, people mentioned that it wasn''t particrly tied to any specific religion.


    Even if one were non-religious, the birth blessing ceremony was still possible, so it appeared to be more of a tradition than a religious practice.


    And there''s another thing. Dominic might not be aware of it, but this blessing ceremony caused immense stress for noble women.


    There''s lingering swelling, unshed weight, changes in body shape and posture due to pregnancy, weakened joints, hair loss, and noticeably reduced skin sticity.


    Countess Sinir, even before her pregnancy, had been a prominent figure in social circles, so such changes would have deeply troubled her.


    <em>Time is of the essence.</em>


    Three weeks.


    There was pressure to resolve everything within three weeks, but Dominic tried to reassure himself that he would find a way.


    **


    "Nice to see you again!"


    "How have you been?"


    The moment thedy''s trust wavered, the first ce he visited was the kitchen. The head chef warmly greeted him.


    "Is Lord Theodore still in the tower?"


    "I believe so. We deliver meals there every day. But you, are you now in charge of thedy''s diet?"


    "Has the word already spread?"


    "You''re not actually trying to take my job, are you?"


    "Of course not."


    Assured, the chef opened the pantry.


    "Are the ingredients always fresh here?"


    "Absolutely! They''re consistently stocked with the freshest produce from our estate. Take a look around, and if you have any questions, just ask."


    "Thank you."


    After the chef left, Dominic began a thorough examination of the ingredients, contemting the dietary n.


    <em>Let''s see...</em>


    His expression turned serious.


    <em>To reduce swelling, we need to decrease sodium intake, increase potassium and mineral intake. Postpartum swelling usually subsides in a month, so with proper food management, the effect will be immediate. The challenge is notpromising on nutrition...</em>


    After childbirth, the body loses a significant amount of nutrients, especially protein and iron. Adequate nourishment is essential, particrly if considering breastfeeding.


    However, eating well might conflict with the goal of returning to the pre-pregnancy weight. Dominic''s contemtion on this matter grew longer.


    "Is thedy''s situation more challenging than Lord Theodore''s?"


    Ian, who had been silent, began to speak.


    "Well, in terms of severity, Lord Theodore''s condition was more critical. Gout is a clearly defined disease. But that made nning the diet easier. When the problem is clear, so is the solution."


    "I may not be well-versed in food or nutrition, but thedy''s situation also seems clear to me."


    "Are you referring to the swelling?"


    "Yes. There was a time when I could hardly recognize thedy."


    "Swelling is indeed a concern, but the ultimate goal is to return to her pre-pregnancy shape. And she needs to regain her energy simultaneously... It''s not simple."


    "Is it challenging to take it one step at a time?"


    "Pardon?"


    "When I train, I always think about the next step. By solving the tasks in front of me one by one, I eventually reach my goal. I''m wondering if this problem can''t be approached the same way."


    Ian''s words dispelled the confusion that had been clouding Dominic''s mind.


    <em>''Right, the ultimate goal is the ultimate goal, but let''s concentrate on addressing the swelling first!''</em>


    Upon reflection, thedy wasn''t attempting to conceal her drastically altered appearance from the lord after giving birth.


    She began covering her body once the swelling started!


    <em>''I''ve been overthinking a simple matter.''</em>


    Dominic silently acknowledged how, at times, that prideful knight could be quite helpful.


    The course for the meal was established.


    ***


    "Lady Monica, breakfast is prepared."


    "Can I really eat this, Emily?"


    "Please trust it for a few days, at least. Even Lord Theodore has entrusted his meals to him, so he can''t be entirely deceptive. You even mentioned that the seaweed he provided suited your taste."


    "Well..."


    Monica nced at her still-swollen arms and legs and sighed.


    They appeared worse than the previous day. To the extent that her wrists were barely discernible!


    "I must have eaten excessively during pregnancy."


    Murmuring, her gaze fell upon the breakfast brought in from the kitchen. Emily quickly folded back the tablecloth.


    "...This is an unfamiliar arrangement."


    "It certainly appears so. Is this rice?"


    On the tabley a neatly prepared Korean meal.


    The reason was straightforward.


    [I''ll stick to what I know. After all, cafeteria-style food is the best.]


    Preferring the familiar to avoid errors, Dominic''s preferences were evidently reflected in the meal.


    In a situation where he couldn''t urately calcte calories, he wanted to assemble the meal with ingredients he was acquainted with.


    ck beans mixed in brown rice, seaweed soup prepared with peri seeds and boiled overnight, a warm sd made by steaming various vegetables, simmered lotus root and peanuts lightly seasoned with soy sauce, semi-dried fish grilled in advance, and radish lightly tossed in sesame oil.


    <em>''The aroma is enticing, but...''</em>


    Normally, her breakfast consisted of strong ck tea mixed with warm milk, sweetened generously with honey and cream, and apanied by a few pieces of dessert and dried fruits.


    Inparison, Dominic''s meal appeared to be quite substantial. Additionally, the assortment of vegetable side dishes, rice and soup, and dried fish was not prepared in the typical manner, making it somewhat unfamiliar and causing a slight hesitation before she began eating.


    "After every meal, you''re supposed to drink this. He stressed that you should have a cup after each meal and before bedtime from now on."


    "What''s this?"


    "It''s a pumpkin drink."


    "Pumpkin? How did he prepare it?"


    Im not sure..."


    "Let''s give it a try."


    <strong>Sip-.</strong>


    Hmm?


    As Countess Monica Sinir took a sip, she sensed that the seasoning was somewhat subdued.


    "Emily, have my taste buds been affected from days of starvation? It seems a bit nd."


    "That''s deliberate. He intentionally made it mild."


    "Intentional?"


    "Yes. Apparently, it aids in reducing swelling more quickly."


    "If that''s the case..."


    The meal continued for about twenty minutes.


    Despite the seasoning not aligning with her preferences, after several days of proper meals, a contented sigh escaped Monica''s lips.


    "For some reason, I feel warmer, and with a full stomach, I feel drowsy... Should I take a nap?"


    "Ah... about that..."


    "What? Can''t I?"


    "After meals, he rmended a gentle thirty-minute walk."


    The maid hesitated before delivering the news.


    "...I pledged to follow his instructions."


    Even though she felt a bit stressed, she couldn''t go back on her promise on the first day, so she reluctantly took a step.


    She didn''t want to appear in front of everyone in the castle looking like this, so she had to keep walking around her reception room and bedroom.


    <em>''I''m following instructions, so if I don''t see improvement, he won''t get away with it!''</em>


    After walking for a while, as sweat started to form and her face reddened from exhaustion, resentment toward Dominic naturally began to grow.


    "Thirty minutes have passed, Lady Monica."


    "Huff, huff. Was my stamina always this poor?"


    "It''s because you moved a lot after a long time. I''ve prepared some water. Please freshen up first."


    "Alright. Let''s do that."


    "Ma''am..."


    "What is it now?"


    She appeared visibly irritated.


    "He mentioned not taking lengthy baths... Not soaking for more than ten minutes..."


    "Ugh-. I guess there''s no other choice then. It has to be that way."


    Countess Monica was regretting her decision to hire him.


    ***


    "Wow! This is too spicy!"


    "If it''s spicy, don''t eat it. It''s mine. Why is everyone digging into it with forks?"


    "Next time, please make it less spicy, Chief."


    "Ah, as I said, this is my snack!"


    In the kitchen at that moment, the staff were voraciously devouring the tteokbokki (spicy stir-fried rice cakes) that Dominic had prepared, while Dominic struggled to save some for himself.


    After tending to meals for the lord''s family and all the castle staff, Dominic decided to make tteokbokki for himself in the now-vacant kitchen.


    <em>Making it a second time is easy after having done it once.</em>


    He had been craving the tteokbokki he left untouched before being called away. He hardly slept the previous night, thinking about it and almost had it all taken away.


    "At least, thanks to us, you learned one important lesson. Can''t you share even one snack with us?"


    "That''s a different matter... Ah, fine. I''m feeling generous now. I earn one gold coin a week, I shouldn''t be stingy. Hehe."


    These were the same people who had assisted Dominic when he was exining the countess''s maid about the dietary ns and precautions.


    [After her walk, can she take a bath, right? She really enjoys baths.]


    [Yes, it''s good for relieving fatigue.]


    [Oh, that''s a relief! If you had said she couldn''t, thedy would have been very upset.]


    Then, a maid assisting in the kitchen added her thoughts.


    [In that case, we''ll need to prepare plenty of hot water. The usual amount to fill two bathtubs?]


    [Yes, prepare it that way.]


    [Hold on a minute! Why do we need enough for two bathtubs?]


    [Oh, Lady Monica takes long baths. When the water cools down, we rece it...]


    [That''s not allowed!]


    Taking a brief half-bath proved helpful for relieving fatigue and boosting metabolism, which also contributed to reducing swelling. However, excessive bathing was not any better than avoiding it altogether.


    Considering the significant blood loss during childbirth, experiencing hypotension could be very risky. Additionally, forcefully inducing sweating by overheating the body wasn''t necessarily beneficial for swelling either.


    "I''m fortunate. I happened to stumble upon a crucial piece of knowledge."


    "It''s because you''ve lived wisely."


    "If, Sir Knight, you ever feel like a string of misfortunes keeps befalling you, then consider, ''Ah, perhaps I''ve been living incorrectly,'' and reflect on it."


    "Ugh!"


    Despite his attempt to start an argument for no apparent reason, he realized he couldn''t outwit him in a verbal dispute.


    **


    Meanwhile, Countess Monica, who finished her bath three times faster than usual, somehow felt lighter.


    "I''ll give you a massage, ma''am."


    "I declined because it''s painful."


    "But you should still have it..."


    "...Was it the vige chief''s request again?"


    It wasn''t that she hadn''t received a massage since the swelling began.


    However, the pain overshadowed the relief, so she had stopped getting them. For someone who was always treated delicately, enduring a massage felt like torture.


    "Ugh! ...Eugh..."


    However, how much time had passed?


    The seemingly endless pain began to diminish, and she started to sense a coolness spreading throughout her body.


    Then, her eyelids gradually grew heavy.

 Chapter 14

    Chapter 14


    <strong>#Diet Turns into Money (1)</strong>


    It had been some time since she had enjoyed such a restful sleep.


    "Uhm..."


    When was thest asion she awoke feeling so rejuvenated and free from fatigue?


    Unbeknownst to her, Lady Monica Sinir released a lengthy sigh of satisfaction and rose from her slumber.


    "Emily, could you fetch me some water..."


    "Is Lady Monica awake? Oh dear! Lady Monica!"


    The maid, who had exited the room to avoid interrupting thedy''s nap, unintentionally expressed her surprise.


    "...Emily, bring me a mirror. Hurry!"


    The joints of her fingers, tightly gripping the nket, became visible.


    Which meant,


    "Congrattions, Lady Monica! Your appearance seems to be returning!"


    The swelling was diminishing.


    All of this transformation had urred in just about 3 hours of napping. Her previously bloated body, which used to sag like a water-soaked sponge when pressed, now looked noticeably different.


    <em>''Is this even possible? There was nothing special done...''</em>


    As she gazed into the mirror, examined her face, and touched her arms and legs, thedy experienced a moment of doubt. However, she was certain that there was a clear effect and was both amazed and delighted.


    **


    While thedy was celebrating the changes in her body, Dominic was enjoying another staycation in a luxurious guest room.


    <em>''I no longer feel imprisoned. This feels like a genuine staycation. Perhaps a 5-star hotel? No, room service here isplimentary, so it''s even better. Hehe.''</em>


    Dominic leisurely nibbled on snacks that the maids had brought him.


    The humble yet delightful snacks, emanating a rich buttery aroma, continued to find their way into his mouth.


    "Do you think it''s alright to be this rxed?"


    Then, an unwee voice reached his ears. It was Ian.


    "Don''t they have amodations for knights in the castle? Why are you here bothering me?"


    "I''m simply following the lord''s order to protect you."


    "Why would I be in danger within the castle?"


    "It''s your mouth that''s the issue."


    "Excuse me?"


    "Are you truly confident that thedy will achieve such results in such a short time?"


    For some reason, Dominic detected a hint of concern in Ian''s voice.


    "If you don''t bring about the change you promised, you might end up in prison without even a trial. No one can stop an angry noblewoman. If you apologize now for bluffing, you might escape with just a fewshes."


    "Heh, after all this time, you still think I''m a fraud? Isn''t it time you started believing in me?"


    "Yet, looking at thedy''s physique, to change that quickly..."


    "It didn''t seem feasible, did it?"


    "Why bluff, knowing all this? What are you thinking?"


    Ian couldn''t fathom what Dominic was up to.


    Sure, Dominic was known for getting involved in ridiculous situations, but this was an entirely different matter.


    As a knight, Ian knew better than anyone that a person''s physique couldn''t change drastically in just a few days. What if Lady Sinir''s physique truly changed in that short period?


    <em>''That would indeed be magic.''</em>


    He had heard that there was a type of magic that temporarily altered one''s appearance.


    However, he had concluded that such magic was impossible for Dominic.


    <em>''Dominic definitely can''t wield mana, and hispatibility is a mess. Hecks talent. So, there''s no way he nned on using magic.''</em>


    From the beginning, when Ian had "escorted" Dominic under the guise of kidnapping him on behalf of the lord, Ian had ruled out the possibility that Dominic was a hidden mage, especially after personally scanning his mana. Hence, he couldn''tprehend Dominic''s overconfidence.


    "Just wait and see. If not today, by tomorrow thedy will definitely see the results."


    "What?"


    <strong>Pop!</strong>


    Another bite of a snack entered Dominic''s mouth as he continued confidently.


    "Do you have a sister, Sir?"


    "...Where''s thising from all of a sudden?"


    "Listen carefully."


    Dominic, who appeared rather pleased with himself as if he had stumbled upon something interesting, went on.


    "Most mothers experience swelling after giving birth. It''s called postpartum edema, you know?"


    "...And?"


    Ian was unfamiliar with the term. Naturally, since he hadn''t visited any postpartum women for well-wishes in a long time, the term was unfamiliar to him.


    "If you adhere to a few basic principles, this edema subsides quickly. It''s temporary, after all. The duration? Roughly a month. Of course, if you don''t follow these principles during this time, the swelling that should subside might not, so you have to be cautious."


    "So, it''s really possible?"


    "Yes, it is. From what I''ve heard, thedy has been doing everything she shouldn''t. Consuming salty, sweet, and greasy foods, drinking highly caffeinated tea, not moving much, taking hour-long baths, having trouble sleeping... And now, her body is constantly swollen, and she probably can''t even bend her joints..."


    If a postpartum mother in South Korea behaved this way, every elderly woman in the neighborhood would have intervened with advice, right? Dominic managed to restrain the urge to voice this thought aloud.


    "By adjusting her dietary and lifestyle habits, you''ll see results right away. The sudden swelling will vanish just as quickly."


    Dominic chuckled, almost as if saying ''wait and see,'' and mumbled to himself, "I wish they''d give me a bonus for solving this quickly."


    <strong>Knock, knock.</strong>


    "Mr. Vige Chief, are you there? Lady Sinir is looking for you."


    The maid delivering the message grinned broadly.


    Furthermore, the way she treated Dominic was as if she were attending to an esteemed guest.


    The gazes of Ian and Dominic locked.


    Dominic shed a triumphant thumbs-up, as if to convey, ''See?''


    <em>''Did he really seed?''</em>


    Ian was perplexed.


    ***


    The temple in the direct-controlled city where the Sinir estate was situated buzzed with activity in preparation for an event.


    "It''s already been 4 weeks since the young master was born, time flies, Bishop."


    "How are the preparations for the event?"


    "Ah, yes! Everything is ready. The guests are also arriving."


    Despite the priest''s words, the elderly bishop hoped that the day would pass without any issues.


    <em>''It''s crucial to avoid unnecessary conflicts...''</em>


    While the asion was meant to bless the birth of a new life, the experienced bishop knew that some people''s interest was not in the newborn baby but in the appearance of the mother.


    Especially when the usually impable noblewoman gave birth, more guests attended the ceremony, mostly to scrutinize the mother''s postpartum physique with malicious intent.


    <em>''Being so swayed by mere appearance. Oh! All of this is my fault for not conveying the will of the Goddess properly. Oh, Goddess! Forgive these foolish souls!''</em>


    However, contrary to the bishop''s devout wishes, among the guests arriving for the birth ceremony and the subsequent party at the Count''s mansion, there were those already engaging in gossip.


    The most prominent among them was, of course, Lady Noe, who had frequently shed with Lady Sinir.


    "Every time you met, you quarreled, but have you be friends recently?"


    "What are you insinuating?"


    Inside a luxurious carriage.


    When Count Noe, unable to bear the tension, inquired if they had reconciled, the countess sneered.


    "Ha! A woman who was nothing more than a nameless noble without anynd, and now struts around as a countess without understanding her ce. How could I be friends with someone so uncultured, right?"


    "Has Lady Sinir ever appeared in social circles? I wasn''t aware. But for you, it wouldn''t be surprising."


    "Dear!"


    The count, with a sullen expression, was about to respond but halted when the countess pinched his thigh.


    "No, if you dislike her so much, why are you attending this party, mydy? Honestly, I can''t understand."


    "It''s to ridicule her, of course."


    "Hm?"


    "Ah! It''s only been 4 weeks since she gave birth. How do you think she''ll look now? It''s obvious, hehe! She always boasted about her figure, but it must be ruined now. Hahaha!"


    "...Stopughing like a viin."


    The count shook his head in disapproval.


    The countess was a slightly plump woman and had always been self-conscious about it.


    And there was a time when that insecurity had erupted.


    A few years ago, at a charity auction where noblewomen brought their belongings to be auctioned off, the countess had put up a few silk dresses from her maiden days. By chance, the buyer had been Lady Sinir.


    Upon seeing this, some mischievous attendees asked, "Their body shapes are different. How is she going to wear them?" The countess, who had not been in society for long and didn''t understand the implication, naively replied, "I n to have them adjusted to fit."


    Naturally, upon hearing this, manyughed at Countess Noe.


    So, without realizing it, Lady Sinir had made a jab at the countess, implying, "You''re so plump that I''d have to adjust the clothes to fit me."


    "Ugh! This time, I''ll definitely mock you!"


    The carriage carrying her entered the temple grounds.


    ***


    The bell tolling to signify the beginning of the ceremony began ringing, dong, dong.


    After twelve bell tolls, the harmoniousbination of the young apprentice priests'' choir and the majestic sound of the pipe organ naturally created a devout atmosphere.


    "Under the light of the Goddess, we announce the birth of a noble life!"


    At the bishop''s words, two waiting priests carefully brought out a silver bowl containing holy water that shimmered with a blue hue.


    "Is that the holy water?"


    "Yes."


    "Oh-. Does it contain some kind of sacred power? How is it made?"


    "The youngest priest at the temple prays over the water, and then the oldest priest blesses it with a chant."


    The temple was filled not only with nobles but also withmon folk who might one day govern thend, all eager to catch a glimpse of the baby.


    Dominic and Ian leaned against a wall on one side, observing the ceremony. Dominic was genuinely enjoying the temple event, attending it for the first time.


    "We pray that the Goddess''s blessing reaches this delicate life."


    As the holy water for anointing the baby was prepared, magical lights focused on one spot to showcase the baby, the highlight of the event.


    Under the gentle and warm illumination, a veil slowly lifted, revealing a baby wrapped in white cloth. The baby let out a brief cry, "Waa!", but soon calmed down under the familiar touch of its mother.


    "Ooh!"


    "Blessings to the baby!"


    "Blessings to the mother!"


    Seeing the heartwarming scene, people eagerly sent their blessings to both the mother and the baby.


    <em>''...This can''t be!''</em>


    However, Countess Noe bit her lip, her eyes wide in shock.


    Lady Sinir looked very different from what she had expected.


    Although she was wearing a generously sized dress, her exposed face, neck, arms, and fingers shattered the countess''s expectations, as they were not swollen as anticipated.


    "My goodness! She doesn''t look much different than before she had the baby."


    "Indeed, I heard she had gained quite a bit of weight in the final month..."


    "How did she lose it?"


    The surrounding noblewomen also whispered among themselves, covering their mouths with fans, wondering about her secret.


    Observing them, Dominic wore a triumphant smile.


    <em>''I can hear the sound of money rolling in!''</em>

 Chapter 15

    Chapter 15


    <strong>#Diet Turns into Money (2)</strong>


    To Dominic''s surprise, the nobledies'' reactions were even more dramatic than he had expected.


    "I believe I''ll need to return to Evergreen immediately after today''s party concludes."


    "So, are you relinquishing your role as thedy''s dietitian? Weren''t you quite enthusiastic about the prospect of receiving one gold coin every week?"


    Ian regarded him with suspicion.


    "I can forward thedy''s dietary n as I do for Lord Theodore every week via correspondence. The sry might see a slight reduction, but given the earnings I''m poised to make, it''s a minor concern!"


    "I fail toprehend your meaning."


    "I''m not asking for your understanding. By any chance, do you have any acquaintances among the nobledies?"


    "...No."


    "Tsk. With that countenance, do you not possess a girlfriend either? If you have no use for it, consider passing it to me. I can certainly put it to good use."


    "Tch!"


    Ian, whom Dominic had hoped would be of assistance, turned out to be entirely unhelpful.


    "Well, it''s fine. Hearing about such matters through rumors might even make them more believable. Anyway, I have to go; I''m quite busy!"


    Even though the event hadn''t concluded, Dominic hastily departed the temple and made his way toward the Lord''s castle.


    He needed to submit his resignation, bestow gifts upon a few maids he had grown close to, request some favors, andpose a letter to thedy...


    It felt like he needed ten bodies to aplish everything.


    ***


    That night.


    The temple''s blessing ceremony for the newborn continued with avish party in the main hall of the Lord''s castle.


    The eagerly anticipated celebration of the Count''s family was so grand that it left the attendees in awe.


    However, the attention of a few nobledies was drawn elsewhere.


    "Did you find out?"


    "Yes, they say there''s someone who professionally manages her food."


    "Manages her food? You mean a chef?"


    "No, not a chef. He provides a personalized diet that benefits the Countess. What did they call him? A nutritionist?"


    "What''s that? Regardless, what''s in a name? Can we bring him here?"


    "I already checked, and they mentioned he''d return to his vige after the morning ceremony."


    "Damn!"


    Countess Noe had dispatched her reliable maid to uncover the secret behind the Countess''s postnatal care. She believed that if something extraordinary was happening, the household staff would be aware. And she was correct.


    A few staff members from the Count''s residence had divulged information about Dominic.


    "Do you also know where he lives and who he is?"


    "Yes. But there''s an issue."


    "An issue?"


    "He''s the vige chief of a small vige within the Count''s domain."


    "Umm..."


    If he had been amoner or even just an ordinary citizen, Countess Noe could have easily brought him into her territory. However, his role as a vige chiefplicated matters.


    The vige chief was responsible for overseeing local affairs and reporting to the Lord''s castle, ying a crucial administrative role within the territory.


    By gathering information from each vige, one could gain aprehensive understanding of the overall situation in the territory.


    "Will it be difficult to bring him?"


    "If the Sinir Count''s family objects, we might face repercussions."


    Even the slightest misstep could lead to usations and consequences. Of course, if the Count''s family turned a blind eye, there wouldn''t be any issues. However, rumors had already connected Dominic to both the Countess and Lord Theodore.


    Bringing someone like him without the Count''s permission would undoubtedly lead to controversy.


    <em>''I might be the center of rumors once more.''</em>


    Countess Noe didn''t want to be known as ''the one who abducted another noble''s vige chief just to lose weight.''


    Yet, she couldn''t simply give up either.


    <em>''Maybe he can transform my physique too?''</em>


    Should she abandon someone who might resolve her long-standing insecurity? In the bustling ballroom, she hesitated.


    Little did she know that there were others with simr thoughts scattered throughout the room.


    ***


    "Dominic!"


    The following morning, in his humble hut-like abode, Dominic''s attempt to catch up on some much-needed sleep was abruptly disrupted by an early morningmotion.


    It was Calron.


    "Calron? What brings you here so early in the morning?"


    "Lighten up! Is it that terrible to see me? Hahaha!"


    With boisterous knocks that nearly shattered the window, Dominic had no option but to rise.


    Still rubbing his drowsy eyes and without even sshing water on his face, he utched the door. Familiarly, Calron settled into a chair at the dining table and chuckled.


    "Aren''t you curious about what transpired in the vige during the month you were away?"


    "Well, I figured if something significant urred, you''d send a letter. Since I received none, I... Would you like some water? Or tea?"


    "Beer would hit the spot."


    "Drinking alcohol in the morning? Just have some water."


    As Dominic set down a ss of water and let out a yawn, he probed further about the matter.


    "So, what''s the news? If you''re here this early, it must be something important, right?"


    Though he disyed clear irritation, Calron remained undaunted.


    "Yes, indeed. Hahaha!"


    <strong>ng-.</strong>


    Calron produced a small pouch from his pocket and tossed it across.


    "...What''s this?"


    "What do you think?"


    "Oh! Is this the money?"


    "Exactly! Haha! It''s the earnings from selling seaweed! It was sent a few days ago from the Anton Trading Company. This is your share. Give it a look. I''ve counted it multiple times, but there could be errors."


    "It should be urate. But what''s the deal with the Anton Trading Company? I heard Anton severed ties with his grandfather?"


    "Yes. Business took off faster than expected, so they decided to go their separate ways. He''s young but quite decisive. Just like you. Young folks these days are brimming with energy. Hahaha!"


    In response, Dominic chuckled and examined the contents of the pouch.


    "...!"


    "See, it''s more than you anticipated, isn''t it? While you were at the Lord''s castle, our fishermen put in some serious work."


    "Phew."


    "Everyone was overjoyed. We made a lot more than our typical fishing earnings. Houses hosted fish feasts. All thanks to the knowledge you brought."


    "So, I gotpensated for my technical advice without lifting a finger."


    "Haha!"


    The seaweed supply arrangement with the young merchant Anton was not directly with Dominic but with the fishingmunity of Evergreen. This was a result of Dominic''s insistence.


    [How can I personally harvest, clean, dry, and package seaweed every day? It should naturally be managed by our fishingmunity. They should share the payment. I''ll have a separate ie contract with themunity for technical guidance.]


    The unfamiliar concept of ''technical guidance'' was novel to both Calron and Anton, and it even perplexed Anton''s grandfather, who had spent his entire life inmerce. Dominic was unwavering in formalizing this.


    <em>''I need to set a precedent if I want to be fairlypensated for my future work.''</em>


    In this world, the notion of exchanging money for intangible ''technical'' services was rare. When Anton asked how it differed from simply hiring someone, Dominic struggled to exin, "It means my knowledge and skills are being utilized, not that I''m continuously engaged inbor."


    However, things fell into ce more smoothly than expected.


    [It''s akin to contracts for the use of creation magic by wizards!]


    It was at that moment that Dominic realized there were already knowledge workers in this world.


    He resolved to use the wizards as a model in future negotiations.


    <em>''Thanks to that, I secured a solid contract with thedy. Hehe.''</em>


    While it was unlikely that a noblewoman like thedy would swindle him out of a few gold coins, having a contract provided peace of mind.


    "Thank you, Dominic."


    Calron expressed his gratitude genuinely, his voice tinged with emotion.


    "When I disbanded the mercenary group and purchased thisnd to establish the vige, I promised everyone that we wouldn''t go hungry without resorting to violence. But it wasn''t easy."


    Today, Calron''s wrinkles appeared more prominent than his bulging muscles.


    "Just when we thought we had enough, those monster turtles would appear, and we''d deplete all our saved resources until they departed. Then we''d save up again for a few years, only to spend it all once more... But thanks to you, that vicious cycle has been broken. Thank you, Dominic."


    Touched by Calron''s heartfelt words, Dominic struggled to find the right response.


    But in the end, he couldn''t find the words.


    This oue wasn''t something he had foreseen when he first embarked on this journey. It had all begun with a simple desire to make seaweed soup after encountering some seaweed.


    <em>''I need to give this more consideration.''</em>


    The people of Evergreen vige were the first to extend a hand and share their sustenance with him in this new life.


    Though he had unexpectedly be the vige chief, he wanted them to savor their favorite fish without anxiety.


    After Calron departed, Dominic sat in contemtion at the dining table for a while, only venturing out of his dwelling when the sun was high.


    "Dominic! How have you been?"


    "Oh, ma''am, hello! Have you seen any of the fishermen?"


    "They should be at the shore by now. It''s seaweed harvesting time, isn''t it?"


    "Thank you!"


    Dominic quickened his pace.


    Observing his departure, Ian, who had been strolling around the vicinity, followed suit.


    "Oh? You''re still here? I thought you had left when I didn''t see you this morning."


    "I had some matters to attend to."


    "I see."


    If it had been a regr day, they would have exchanged a few more jests, but Dominic was in a rush and didn''t have the luxury for it. He wished to put into action what he had been contemting all morning as soon as possible.


    "Hey there!"


    "Calron!"


    Approaching the gathering of leading fishermen almost in a sprint, Dominic immediately addressed Calron, gasping for breath.


    "We need to construct a building!"


    "What? What are you suddenly talking about? What kind of structure? A new house?"


    While they were primarily fishermen, they were proficient in constructing sturdy buildings.


    Evergreen had originated as a refuge for wanderers, former mercenaries, and skilledborers who had fled from the oppression of the nobility. The fact that they had managed to establish a vige-like settlement in what was once deste terrain was solely due to these individuals wielding their tools and constructing it themselves.


    "It''s not a dwelling for me. Take a look here!"


    He presented Calron with a roughly drawn sketch based on his vision. For a moment, Calron, appearing perplexed, scrutinized it closely, his expression bing more earnest.


    "Come over here and check this out!"


    At Calron''s invitation, a few others approached to examine the drawing.


    "...It appears quite sizable."


    "It doesn''t resemble a castle or mansion... a training area? No, the open space seems toopact for that."


    "What exactly is this, Dominic? What kind of structure are you nning to build?"


    Though they couldn''t discern its precise purpose, they could sense it wasn''t a mere joke. The sketch might have been rudimentary, and Dominic mightck architectural expertise, but the earnestness with which he had drawn it was evident.


    "If this endeavor seeds, our vige won''t have to fret about food in the future."


    Dominic tapped his chest and smiled at the inquisitive onlookers.


    "Do you believe in me?"


    ...Even if it sounded somewhat reminiscent of the words of a cult leader.

 Chapter 16

    Chapter 16


    <strong>#When it''s hot, food goes bad, doesn''t it? (1)</strong>


    Dominic had envisioned a postpartum care center.


    This very facility quickly gained poprity, eliciting enthusiastic responses from not just new mothers in 21st-century South Korea but also in Japan, China, the United States, and elsewhere!


    While some criticized the entrance fee exceeding 3 million won within two weeks,menting on the abundance of money, the demand for the care center remained overwhelming.


    <em>''I''ve heard that even the Korean-style care centers in the United States charge over $1,400 per day, and there''s fiercepetition to secure a spot.''</em>


    Dominic, who had personally witnessed the stress that women experienced during their postpartum recovery, understood. Regardless of the cost, there was undoubtedly significant demand here, with everyone hoping for a speedy recovery.


    "The challenge will be financing."


    After hearing Dominic''s ns, some clever vigers made seriousments while ncing back at the building sketches.


    "Money? We''ve already made a lot! They said next month we''ll earn even more, right?"


    "Dominic, do you have a n?"


    Ignoring Calron''s question, the vige''s thought leaders were engrossed in conversation with Dominic.


    "Yes. With the funds we have, it''s impossible to construct grand mansions like those of the nobility. The cost of each building material is exorbitant."


    "That''s a valid point. But if we don''t invest enough, thedies might not stay."


    Behind Dominic, the timing was perfect as the soothing sound of waves reverberated. He turned to face the sea, capturing everyone''s attention.


    "The depth of this beach is shallow, and its structure extends inward, so the waves don''t get very high."


    "Indeed. That''s why we can''tunchrge boats here, making it more of a yground for local children. It''s almost as useless as barrennd."


    "And the turtles don''te this way, right?"


    "Of course not. It''s too shallow here."


    "The white sand is beautifully spread."


    "What are you getting at, Dominic?"


    Although this spot was beautiful, where children yed in the sand, it had no value for fishing or as a port.


    "Sometimes, beauty has value simply for being beautiful. Hehehe!"


    Dominic chuckled with confidence.


    "We will emphasize nature and rxation."


    "Nature and rxation?"


    "We will construct all the buildings as single-story detached houses, spaced out a bit. Large bedroom windows will provide views of this coastline. There''s no need for expensive marble walls; wood will suffice. We''ll coat the exteriors with white y and top the roofs with orange terracotta tiles."


    Dominic spoke rapidly.


    Some vigers, initially puzzled by his ideas, quickly tried to remember his words. Their imaginations ran wild, envisioning thepleted structures.


    "Expensive paintings? Where would we find the money for that? Instead, we''ll hang macram crafted by the most skilled women in the vige and rece imported carpets with bamboo mats. Oh! But when we do spend, it must be onfortable, high-quality bedding!"


    Excitement began to appear on people''s faces.


    But Dominic wasn''t finished.


    "Exterior decoration is crucial too. We don''t have the time or money for statues. Instead, we''ll transnt various trees, shrubs, and flowers to create a forest-like atmosphere. The garden floor will be paved with t stones and wood."


    His detailed ns continued, from interior design to buildingyouts, furniture colors, the training required for the staff, how to bring in therapists or priests, and so on.


    While the vigers were ustomed to Dominic''s innovative ideas, this was another fascinating proposal. However, Ian was different.


    <em>''He''s certainly a unique individual. Why is he ying the role of a vige chief in this countryside?''</em>


    Misunderstandings arose, especially since Dominic was discussing architectural styles that Ian had never heard of.


    Perhaps it was natural for Ian and the vigers to find Dominic''s exnations unfamiliar.


    <em>''I''m trying to create a resort.''</em>


    In a world barely acquainted with the concept of hotels, let alone resorts, Dominic was confident that the architectural style he mentioned would surely captivate the noblewomen.


    The historical beginning of Evergreen Fishing Vige''s transformation was underway.


    ***


    "Ugh, it''s so frustrating."


    Watching Dominic half-draped over the donkey, Ian clicked his tongue.


    "That''s not something a vige chief should say."


    "Why is this darn meetinging up so soon... I''m already swamped; I feel like I''m going to keel over."


    Dominic was begrudgingly making his way to the vige chief meeting, which seemed to have arrived all too quickly.


    When he initially took on the role, he thought he''d have to attend once a month, but now it felt like a month came around way too often.


    "At least Lord Anton gifted you a donkey. You should be thankful."


    "Yes, but if he was going to buy one, why not a horse instead of a donkey, right?"


    "If he gave you a horse, could you even ride it?"


    "I considered hitching it to a cart, why?"


    A horse was muchrger than a donkey, and Dominic had never learned to ride.


    <em>''Seeing things like this, he''s clearly not a nobleman concealing his status and traveling the world.''</em>


    Ian quickly dismissed one theory about Dominic.


    "Those gentlemen will probably just chatter about pointless things again... Oh, I really don''t want to go. It''s so hot."


    The Sinir Count''s region boasted warm and mild weather year-round. However, as summer approached, the once-warm sunlight became scorching, and the gentle breeze now felt like the st from an air conditioner.


    Thankfully, it was bearable in the shade, but on a donkey ride, one couldn''t always choose shaded paths.


    "Still, I can see the castle gate. We''re almost there."


    "Hello, soldier!"


    As Ian waved, Dominic, recognizing him, greeted the soldier guarding the entrance to the lord''s castle. It was the same soldier who had oncee to arrest him.


    "It''s been a while, chief! Here for the meeting?"


    "Yes, well..."


    "You''ve got a tough job."


    "It''s harder for you, standing guard in this heat. But does the senior guard also take shifts?"


    "No, today the new recruits are out on field training. They needed help in their makeshift kitchen."


    "In this weather? Make sure you take salt. You''ll pass out."


    "I know. Open the gate!"


    After a friendly exchange, Dominic shook his head.


    "Do they really eat outside in this?"


    "It seems they''re preparing for a wartime scenario. In case of an emergency, you can''t dine leisurely in a restaurant."


    Dominic''s expression turned sour.


    "Oh, don''t remind me, don''t remind me. That was a past life! I won''t join the military in this life, never. Ugh."


    He shivered slightly at the memories of training he had undergone in his previous life.


    "But... do they train like this even in such heat? Sleeping and eating outside? In the summer?"


    "If they''re training for wartime scenarios, what does the season matter?"


    "But..."


    If they''re not careful with heatstroke training, won''t some die?


    He had his doubts but decided to keep his thoughts to himself, as a civilian unrted to the military.


    "I''m off to see the lord."


    "Yes, yes. I''m off to the meeting."


    After parting with Ian, the vige chief meeting Dominic attended was still filled with trivial matters.


    "We will prepare the green clothes in our vige!"


    "Then, we''ll handle the blue ones?"


    "No, we said we''d handle the blue earlier, didn''t we, sir!"


    Today, they were deciding which color clothes to give as a gift to the newly born young master of the Count''s family.


    "Just draw lots or something. Good grief."


    While sitting at the very back and yawning, there was a knock on the conference room door by a child servant.


    "Vige chiefs, after delivering a speech at the soldier training camp outside the castle, the Lord expressed his desire to have lunch with the soldiers."


    "Oh! Then we should go too!"


    "Of course! Lead the way, where is it?"


    "It''s considered lucky to see the Lord''s face today, isn''t it?"


    "Indeed, indeed!"


    Another burdensome task had been added.


    <em>''Why is seeing the Lord''s face considered good luck?''</em>


    Dominic couldn''tprehend it. But there was no way he wouldn''t be part of the apuse squad when the Lord himself was going to motivate the hardworking soldiers.


    <em>''I suppose this month''s meeting will end with apuse.''</em>


    Outside, it was even hotter than before. The sun was gradually reaching its peak, as expected.


    "Chief Dominic! Come this way!"


    "Over here, here!"


    Perhaps because he had be somewhat known for various reasons, several vige chiefs wore friendly smiles, beckoning him over.


    He didn''t intend to decline their hospitality, but as he was about to join them, something caught Dominic''s eye.


    "Ughh!"


    He witnessed a soldier vomiting behind a tent set up for training.


    "It seems the training was tough. Tsk, tsk."


    "Come on, is the training these days even considered training? It''s a time of peace without wars! In our day, we used to run around for four hours a day in full armor!"


    "Again with the old tales."


    While the vige chiefs engaged in idle chatter, Dominic tilted his head.


    <em>''Projectile vomiting?''</em>


    It was umon for a grown adult to vomit like a fountain. It could have been more than just strenuous training that caused the soldier to throw up his breakfast.


    "Hey."


    "Ughh... Yes? Me?"


    "When did you start feeling like this?"


    "Excuse me?"


    "Do you have other symptoms like chills, diarrhea, fever, along with the nausea?"


    "Ah... I started feeling nauseous just now, and I''m getting chills. My stomach hurts too..."


    Since the morning?


    Dominic, sensing something from the soldier''s words, patted his shoulder and immediately headed to the makeshift kitchen set up on one side.


    "Are you here? I thought you mighte since it''s the vige chief''s meeting day. Are you here to greet?"


    "More importantly, chef."


    Seeing Dominic, the chef showed recognition.


    <em>''That''s fortunate. Someone I know.''</em>


    They had crossed paths several times since the tripe incident and had coborated on various tasks. Dominic believed they had a certain level of trust. In fact, instead of scolding Dominic for entering his kitchen without permission, the chef even asked, "I''m so busy, can you help?"


    <em>"May I take a look around the kitchen?"</em>


    "Huh? No problem, but there''s nothing special here. Are you looking for something specific?"


    Without answering, Dominic''s eyes darted around.


    And soon, he spotted something.


    "I found it."

 Chapter 17

    Chapter 17


    <strong>#When it''s hot, food goes bad, doesn''t it? (2)</strong>


    What Dominic picked was raw oysters.


    "Chef, are these the oysters you received yesterday?"


    "Yes, they are. Don''t worry, we stored them with plenty of ice, so they shouldn''t have spoiled."


    "Did a tall soldier with curly red hair help with the delivery or arrangement of these by any chance?"


    "You mean Micky! That''s right. He really loves shellfish, so he alwayses out to help when we get a delivery of them."


    "What snack did you prepare for him?"


    "Of course, I''m not that heartless. Hehe. I made him ceviche so he could try it. But why?"


    While notmon, people in this region also had a tradition of consuming seafood raw.


    Ceviche was a notable example.


    It''s a dish made by sprinkling fresh fish or various seafood with sour lemon or lime juice, then mixing it with various vegetables and herbs and serving it cold. In coastal viges like Evergreen, seafood was abundant, so people ate it more frequently than in ind areas. Nevertheless, it still wasn''t amon dish.


    In any case, for Dominic, who had been a sashimi lover since his past life, it was quite a treat.


    <em>''But eating raw alwayses with this kind of risk.''</em>


    Dominic opened an oyster and gently squeezed the flesh inside.


    "It''s not spoiled; I''ve checked everything."


    "It''s spoiled."


    "Look, the flesh isn''t mushy, there''s no strange smell, no slimy texture. I might not know as much as the vige chief from the fishing vige, but it''s safe to eat."


    The chef replied, slightly irritated.


    The two had developed some camaraderie; otherwise, considering the chef''s fiery temperament, Dominic would have no excuse even if he received a scolding and was kicked out.


    Externally, the oyster showed no signs of spoge.


    "The oysters are contaminated."


    "...? Hahaha! Listen here, vige chief. You seem to know a lot about oyster flu. But you see, oyster flu mostly urs in winter."


    Oyster flu.


    In 21st-century South Korea, it was known as the "Norovirus."


    A type of food poisoning that struck fear into many oyster enthusiasts.


    Typically, seafood infected with the norovirus doesn''t appear spoiled.


    Furthermore, since a notable characteristic of the norovirus is that it thrives in cold and dry conditions, it''s primarily recognized as a winter-borne infectious disease. People tended to be less vignt in the summer.


    "Oyster flu usually spreads in winter, but it doesn''t disappear in summer."


    Since mentioning bacteria or viruses wouldn''t be easily understood, he had to exin it as simply as possible.


    "It''s notmonly detected in summer because, in ind areas, the hot weather makes it difficult to obtain fresh seafood, and people avoid consuming it raw for fear of spoge."


    "Do you really believe...?"


    "A soldier named Micky is currently experiencing vomiting, diarrhea, chills, and muscle pains. It all began this morning, right?"


    "Oh my God!"


    The symptoms aligned precisely with what one would expect from oyster flu.


    "If he''s a new recruit, he wouldn''t have consumed food from outside like the senior soldiers. So, he must have eaten only the food provided here. But if other foods were the issue, many more soldiers would have been affected by now, wouldn''t they?"


    "Ugh..."


    "The other soldiers didn''t eat it, only Micky did. And it urred within a day or two. Chef, what do you think it is?"


    With Dominic''s confident words, the chef began to feel uneasy.


    If, by any chance, his words were true and he had disregarded them, he could have unintentionally served the soldiers infected ms, which would have been a disaster.


    Normally, it might not have been a problem, but right now, it was the season of intense heat training. On top of that, the lord himself was personally inspecting the training, which was a matter of great concern.


    <em>''If there are casualties, it would be difficult to keep my position. What should I do?''</em>


    The face of the head chef, whose life goal was ''not to get fired,'' began to darken.


    <em>''Let''s see, with the money I''ve saved up, could I open a restaurant in the shopping district? No, what about the tuition for my eldest child attending the academy? I can''t... Oh! What if I get imprisoned for causing casualties due to mismanagement of the ingredients? Lord Theodore, who might save me, is not around!''</em>


    His mind continuously painted the worst scenarios.


    At that moment, Dominic, who was surveying the kitchen with a concerned expression, came into the chef''s view.


    "Please help, Chief!"


    He was the only one he could rely on.


    "You should have known better. How could you proceed with it, knowing everything?"


    Although his tone was sharp, the meaning behind it was crystal clear to everyone in the kitchen.


    "Sir Knight, when is the soldiers'' lunchtime?"


    "With the lord inspecting, it will be a bitter than usual. Why do you ask?"


    "We need to change the menu."


    "Is that all..."


    Ian''s voice grew somber. Simultaneously, the chef also slumped to the ground.


    "Why is that?"


    "Heatstroke training is conducted assuming it''s the same as realbat. This includes meals. In realbat, it''smon for food to be poisoned, so ingredients are always reported to themander at least half a day in advance. It''s the same now."


    "By themander, you mean... the lord! Oh my!"


    As Ian continued, the chef''sment mirrored his sentiments.


    "If we suddenly change the ingredients, we need to clearly state the reason and the person responsible, and obtain approval again. While it''s training, the punishment won''t be as severe as in realbat, but the chef might face a lot of humiliation."


    "Kn, Knight! But I won''t be fired, right?"


    "Maybe a pay cut. After all, you''re responsible for the ingredients."


    "Oh! What about the merchant who supplied the ingredients?"


    "If they provided faulty goods, their contract would be terminated, and they might have to pay a penalty. If it was intentional, they might even face imprisonment."


    While Ian exined based on militaryw, his expression remained troubled.


    <em>''If Dominic is right, you can''t tell just by looking if the ms are infected. Then it''s neither the chef''s fault nor the merchant''s...''</em>


    However, someone had to shoulder the responsibility, and it was clear that these two powerless individuals would bear it.


    For Ian, who valued knightly honor as much as his own life, the thought of what they would go through was distressing.


    <em>''Is ignorance also a sin?''</em>


    Ripples began to form in the heart of the young, talented knight whom the high-ranking young lord had personally brought from the capital to mentor.


    "What are you suggesting, then? Should we discard all of this?"


    "If it''s infected with m flu, it has to be discarded. There''s no other way, Chef..."


    It was oysters that he had painstakingly prepared to boost the soldiers'' morale during the scorching weather. He had hoped that mixing ample amounts of sugar in sour lemon juice, along with onions, tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, and corn, would temporarily alleviate their fatigue.


    Perhaps the lord''s inspection today might have been due to these very oysters.


    While Lord Theodore, who is currently in seclusion at the tower, had a strong liking for meat and offal dishes, his son, the current Count of Sinir, had a preference for fish and seafood.


    "Why waste this? We can just cook it."


    "Cook it? Even with the ms being infected?"


    "Yes, when you have a cold, you eat hot food and sweat it out, right?"


    "That''s true."


    "It''s the same with m flu. They say it gets better when boiled at a high temperature or cooked, right?"


    If he were to mention specifics like, "To prevent the virus from activating, the protein structure must be destroyed by exposing it to temperatures above 85C for more than 1 minute and 30 seconds...", he would surely be considered a fraud.


    So, he exined it in a roundabout way.


    "That makes sense! Chief, you really know everything about ingredients, don''t you? So, how should we use these oysters now? Hmm?"


    The chef, who had looked defeated earlier, brightened up upon hearing this exnation tailored to his understanding. The bright eyes of the middle-aged man were a bit overwhelming.


    If they could use the oysters in another way, they wouldn''t have to report a change in ingredients. In cooking, the method often changed, but they only had to report the name of the ingredient, not the name of the finished dish.


    "We''ll dip the oysters in egg and fry them with plenty of oil. Quickly squeeze the lemon juice and mix it with sugar, as we need that tangy taste to stimte the appetite."


    Dominic took charge of the kitchen. No one objected to his instructions, and the chef also began to move as Dominic had suggested.


    <em>''I guess I''m not needed anymore.''</em>


    Watching the scene, Ian quietly made his exit. In the small makeshift kitchen, his presence was not helpful but rather a hindrance.


    "We''ll make a Cobb sd with diced tomatoes, onions, corn, leafy greens, and boiled beans. It will be a finely chopped sd that you can eat with a spoon. Let''s quickly make a soup too! On a hot day, when you sweat it out properly, you''ll naturally say, ''It''s so refreshing!''"


    Sometimes, a piping hot soup was the most effective way to whet one''s appetite in the heat.


    <em>''They say fight fire with fire.''</em>


    There''s nothing quite like the satisfaction of savoring a bowl of soup while dripping with sweat.


    "We had nned to make a sd with shredded chicken; can we use it for soup?"


    A kitchen worker asked.


    "Chicken, chicken... Oh! Perfect, let''s make spicy chicken soup. Let''s add some spicy vor."


    He had initially thought about making a clear chicken broth, but time was limited. Getting a rich broth vor was deemed difficult.


    <em>''We don''t even have MSG here.''</em>


    While the spiciness was a bit of a concern, he remembered that when he served dishes made with red pepper kes to the fishermen in the vige, they were initially surprised but ended up enjoying it.


    <em>''They''ll eat anything if you justbel it a special dish. After all, it''s the thought that counts. Who wouldn''t find it delicious after working so hard under the zing sun to gather it?''</em>


    He decided to rely on the hungry soldiers'' appetites.


    Although he had to use up all the red pepper kes from his always-carry seasonings, he thought he could replenish them from the supplierter.


    After saving the supplier from a deal that could have been canceled, they surely wouldn''t decline this small gift!


    As the reddish soup with various vegetables and shredded chicken started to boil, a few workers not ustomed to spicy food began to cough slightly.


    But more than that,


    "Gulp!"


    Those involuntarily salivating at the tantalizing aroma outnumbered them.


    Although opinions on the taste might differ, they felt confident it wouldn''t be aplete failure.


    The red pepper kes were slightly less than what Dominic preferred, but judging by the chef''s expression after tasting the soup, it seemed just right.


    <strong>Sizzle!</strong>


    As the soup began to boil, they swiftly added the finely chopped oysters and green onions, thenmenced frying the pancakes, which had flour added for consistency.


    When the batter met the oil, a savory fragrance once again filled the air.


    Several soldiers were openly ncing at the makeshift tent, curious about the unfamiliar food scents that intermittently wafted out.


    The same applied to the vige chiefs, including the elders.


    And finally, the enticing aroma of the oyster pancakes and spicy chicken soup reached the lord''s nostrils.


    "What in the world is today''s meal that it smells so delicious?"

 Chapter 18

    Chapter 18


    <strong>#When it''s hot, food goes bad, doesn''t it? (3)</strong>


    Watching the soldiers''te-morning training, Count Sinir couldn''t resist and halted the exercise. The soldiers, drenched in sweat beneath the scorching sun, heaved sighs of relief at the conclusion of their training and cheered enthusiastically towards their lord.


    "It appears they''ve been attentive in the kitchen."


    "Excellent. Come over here. Oh, and remember, the soldiers go first."


    "Wow!"


    The nearby soldiers erupted in cheers once more at the lord''s words.


    Patrick Sinir, the current count, differed from his father, Theodore, who had not been unfeeling. The elder lord, a highly esteemed knight in his own right, had earned the respect of both knights and soldiers even without attending training sessions. However, Patrick consistently sought to create opportunities to engage with the soldiers through various events.


    "Loyalty must be earned."


    He was someone who endeavored not to forget the lessons imparted by his father.


    "My lord, I apologize, but there isn''t much prepared!"


    The chef presented the lord''s meal.


    In contrast to his usualvish table settings, there were notably fewer dishes. Yet, given the outdoor setting on a military training ground, the unfamiliar presentation, and the unique aromas, it felt quite satisfactory.


    The chef, visibly nervous in the circumstances, continually wiped his hands on his apron, ready to answer any questions.


    "What is this?"


    "This yellow dish consists of crushed oysters mixed with a few vegetables, coated in egg wash, and generously fried in oil. It''s called ''Guljeon'' (oyster pancake). The red soup is made from chicken and a spice called chili pepper; it''s quite spicy, so be cautious."


    "Oh, I see."


    "You can scoop up the noodles in the soup."


    Adding noodles to the spicy chicken soup (Dakgaejang) had been Dominic''s idea.


    [Getting enough rice to feed all the soldiers at once is difficult... Flour noodles will do!]


    Although the dough hadn''t fermented due to time constraints and had a faint floury scent, he believed the robust aroma of the spicy chicken soup would likely mask it unless someone had an extremely sensitive pte.


    Dominic''s intuition was right on the mark.


    "Wow! This is delicious!"


    "Phew, phew! It''s spicy, but I can''t stop eating."


    "What''s so spicy about this? If you can''t handle this, you''re no man, tch."


    "Hey, wipe the sweat off your forehead before you say that!"


    "Hahaha!"


    Soldiers all around were seen slurping up the noodles and savoring the broth.


    The cathartic effect of the spicy vor spread across the training field, filling the area with livelyughter.


    Dominic, the main contributor to this situation, stood on one side of the kitchen tent, arms crossed, nodding in satisfaction.


    <strong>Gulp.</strong>


    The lord also scooped up a spoonful of the red soup.


    His eyes widened instantly.


    <em>''It''s spicy...!''</em>


    The initial taste that touched his tongue was incredibly fierya spicy intensity he had never experienced before! Furthermore, the soup was boiling at least 20 degrees hotter than usual. As he swallowed, the rich chicken vor, the subtle sweetness of well-cooked vegetables, and the slightly distinct savory notes melded together, creating an explosion of vors in his mouth.


    Despite the searing sensation, he couldn''t stop eating. After several spoonfuls, sweat began to bead all over his body.


    <strong>Drip.</strong>


    A single drop of sweat trickled down his forehead.


    Nevertheless, the lord, without wiping away the sweat, drank the soup directly from the bowl.


    "Ah, this is exquisite. Truly remarkable."


    Setting the bowl down, he expressed his satisfaction.


    A smile graced his face.


    <em>''It''s been quite some time since I''ve savored something so vorful.''</em>


    The early, unrelenting heat of the season had left the lord feeling drained. Yet, this single bowl of hot, spicy, and savory soup seemed to reinvigorate his weary body.


    The chef, who had been trembling with anxiety, let out a sigh of relief at this sight.


    Dominic, on the other hand, still stood calmly in the tent''s shade, silently observing the scene.


    <em>''Is he not going to step forward?''</em>


    Was his motivation genuinely rooted in goodwill?


    A fleeting confusion crossed Ian''s eyes as he gazed at Dominic. From the beginning, he had been observing the unfamiliar structures taking shape in the vige, Evergreen.


    He had often heard from the vigers that it would be an expensive undertaking.


    <em>''Considering all he''s aplished, I thought he might seek assistance...''</em>


    After winning the lord over with his delectable food, if he had expressed concern about the vige''s challenging economic situation, he might have negotiated for some initial funds.


    However, Dominic seemed to have no intention of taking such a step.


    <em>''I must have... misjudged him.''</em>


    A sense of shame began to well up within the honorable knight.


    ***


    "Hahaha, the lord even granted us a special bonus!"


    "Aren''t you going to wipe your mouth?"


    "Of course not! My portion is all yours. I''d love to hand over the entire bonus to you, but I can''t neglect the kitchen staff''s share. You understand, right? Hahaha!"


    The lord appeared just as delighted as the cheering soldiers.


    The fact that he sent a steward to the kitchen with a sizable pouch made it abundantly clear.


    "We''ve been seeing a lot of gold coinstely."


    Dominic, happily tucking away the gold coin handed to him by the chef, held it up to the light, speaking to himself.


    "...I''m sorry."


    At that moment, Ian approached and quietly apologized to Dominic.


    "What? Why? Did you speak ill of me somewhere?"


    "..."


    "Wow, did you really gossip about me? I don''te across that way."


    "I apologize."


    "Well, it''s alright. Everyone talks behind someone''s back, right? But what did you say that you''re apologizing for?"


    "...I misunderstood you."


    "Misunderstood?"


    "I thought you would step forward and emphasize your contributions to the lord."


    Ian''s head hung low as he spoke, as if embarrassed by his own assumptions.


    Any observer would have felt sympathy for the golden-haired, handsome knight in self-reproach. However, Dominic''s expression remained unaffected.


    "Why did you think I would do that?"


    "...So you could be rewarded."


    "Tsk, tsk."


    Ian''s embarrassment deepened further. Dominic clicked his tongue, observing him.


    "You''re so naive. How do you survive in this tough world with that mindset?"


    "What?"


    "Listen, knight. I''ll say this as if you were my own brother."


    Dominic shook his head and spoke, imparting wisdom.


    "When you''ve clearly achieved something, what''s the next step?"


    "...I don''t know."


    "The answer is, ''Do nothing.''"


    Dominic almost blurted out, "You naive knight who knows nothing of the world," but luckily, catching sight of the hilt of Ian''s sword reminded him to choose his words wisely.


    "But from what I can see, you and your vige need the lord''s assistance."


    "Assistance?"


    "Yes."


    "I don''t n on epting help. Perhaps if it''s an investment."


    Dominic smirked.


    "Vige Chief of Evergreen, Dominic,e with me. You need to meet the lord, so I suggest dressing appropriately."


    In a timely manner, a servant arrived with a message from the lord.


    They traversed the grand corridor to reach the lord''s office, a ce Dominic had visited on prior asions.


    "I''vee to meet with the lord."


    "Heh, I can''t count how many times you''vee to our aid."


    "It''s nothing."


    Warmth resonated in the lord''s voice.


    "Indeed, without your intervention, the soldiers would have faced a tough situation, right? Was it m flu?"


    "Yes."


    "You don''t seem surprised. Aren''t you curious how I found out?"


    "Any reasonable person would expect a discerning lord to inquire about the origins of unfamiliar spices and cooking techniques."


    "Hahaha! I like your attitude."


    Dominic had anticipated this scenario from the beginning.


    In addition to the Hong Kong-style oyster stir-fry, he had also prepared spicy chicken soup using chili powder, which was unusual in this region. While the hungry soldiers might simply think, ''The chef has outdone himself today,'' the lord would undoubtedly draw a different conclusion.


    <em>''Having the chef''s meals daily, the lord would immediately recognize that this isn''t his usual style of cooking.''</em>


    Since it was the day of the vige chiefs'' regr meeting, it was entirely reasonable for the lord, who had tasted Dominic''s dishes multiple times, to remember his face.


    <em>''Yet he already confirmed the m flu so efficiently.''</em>


    Well, this situation was even better.


    Working with apetent, albeit demanding, boss was always preferable to dealing with an inept one.


    "If I were to offer you the role of overseeing the kitchen and household affairs of the lord''s castle, would you decline?"


    Deep in thought, Dominic was presented with an offer, apanied by a smile from the lord.


    "I appreciate your high regard, but doesn''t the castle already have a skilled chef? Additionally, we are currently involved in a project in our vige, which makes it difficult for me to leave."


    "Haha, I suspected you might decline. This kitchen might be too small for you. But it''s a shame. Even during my studies at the academy in the capital, I never encountered anyone with your knowledge of ingredients and culinary expertise."


    "You tter me."


    "Would you reconsider? I''m prepared to offer generouspensation."


    "Why would I refuse your lordship''s offer? However, I am currentlymitted to a project that holds the fate of our vige in the bnce, making it impossible for me to leave."


    "A project?"


    Finally, the moment Dominic had been waiting for arrived.


    Curiosity sparkled in the lord''s eyes.


    "Yes. Thanks to your lordship''s generosity, we are working diligently to revive Evergreen and proudly represent it as part of your esteemed domain!"


    Dominic''s manner of addressing the lord and his tone underwent a significant shift towards extreme reverence. If it seemed a bit overdone, was it just an illusion?


    <em>''Isn''t this how the courtiers in historical dramas behave?''</em>


    His sudden change in demeanor even caused Ian, who was standing by the office door, to blush with embarrassment. But Dominic remained shamelessly brazen.


    What''s the harm in ingratiating oneself with someone who will provide funds?


    "I understand your sentiments, vige chief. You may speak in your usual manner. However, I heard that Evergreen''s situation has significantly improved recently thanks to seaweed sales. Was that an exaggeration?"


    "No, it wasn''t. Thankfully, with some divine assistance, we are currently able to sustain ourselves through seaweed harvesting. But Evergreen, which falls under your lordship''s domain, was originally a barren fishing vige without any specialty products."


    "Hmm."


    The lord paused at Dominic''s words.


    In reality, the region ruled by the Sinir family for generations was undoubtedly more prosperouspared to other areas.


    However, that didn''t imply that every vige enjoyed the same level of prosperity.


    <em>''Especially newly established viges like Evergreen naturallyck in various aspects.''</em>


    This was to be expected, but from the lord''s perspective, it was also a point of concern.


    "While it''s true that the vige benefits from seaweed sales, this good fortune will vanish once the abundant seasones to an end. As the vige chief, how can I solely rely on luck? I have contemted and pondered extensively on ways to ensure that our people won''t go hungry and that our prosperity bessting happiness."


    "So, is the project you''re currently pursuing the oue of that contemtion?"


    "Yes, my lord."


    "You''ve been doing the work I should have done. This is... Very well, I will support the initiative you''re nning."


    "I appreciate it, but we don''t need assistance."


    The lord''s eyes widened at Dominic''s refusal.

 Chapter 19

    Chapter 19


    <strong>#How to Deal with Uninvited Guests (1)</strong>


    "Do you not need my help?"


    Count Sinir''s mind was filled with uncertainty as a question mark loomed.


    In cases where he extended his assistance, it was customary to receive gratitude, but a refusal?


    "Yes, my Lord. We do not require assistance. Instead, we request your investment."


    "...Investment?"


    "If you provide the initial capital, we will repay it with interest."


    "Hahaha! This is... you are much more intriguing than I initially presumed."


    The Lord erupted intoughter.


    "In a world teeming with individuals attempting to deplete my resources, you propose a business arrangement? And you promise to return it with interest?"


    "Yes."


    "Well, if it''s a deal, there must be specific terms. Do you have something in mind?"


    "Indeed."


    Dominic carefully retrieved several documents he had stored and handed them to the butler.


    The documents were meticulously detailed, but the Count quickly scanned the key points and nodded with a satisfied expression.


    "You need money but don''t want interference, I see. Good. You have the right spirit! It will be as you wish. I will instruct the treasurer to proceed with the investment."


    "Yes, my Lord."


    "Repayment will be in 10 years, with interest rates slightly lower than the average among the banking guilds. After all, if Evergreen prospers, it benefits me too."


    With the Lord''s words, the clerk''s pen began to move swiftly.


    "My Lord, how shall we receive the business n?"


    "It''s settled. It''s as if we''ve already received the n. Now I see, I had an efficient administrator right here in the kitchen."


    "You tter me."


    The Count pondered that perhaps andmark that the haughty nobles of the capital might envy could emerge in his domain.


    And so, the satisfying deal between the two was concluded.


    **


    "When did you prepare that document?"


    "What? ...Ah, that?"


    Having borrowed the kitchen from the head chef, Dominic had been given permission to consume anything from the food storage.


    He had reached out to Anton, who was flourishing in business under the direct jurisdiction of the Lord, and even received a bag of rice. Dominic immediately fashioned rice cakes and cut them into slices.


    "Eh, these rice cakes aren''t as sticky as I thought. I suppose I''ll need to order a dedicated mold from the smithy next time. Do you know a ce?"


    "You need to answer the question first."


    "How can you discuss business with tteokbokki (spicy stir-fried rice cakes) right in front of you? What an unusual knight. Aren''t you going to eat?"


    The rice cakes were a bit messy, but they looked appetizing, simmered in a red, sticky sauce, along with cabbage, green onions, and other vegetables.


    "I regretted not having this while I was taken away. I craved it so much."


    The tteokbokki he had left behind during the Lady''s postnatal care! He yearned for its chewy and spicy vor every night.


    Certainly, Calron, that bald-headed man, must have devoured it all.


    "Let''s see... Ouch! Hot, hot."


    Dominic hastily shoved the tteokbokki into his mouth, burning the roof of his mouth. But that was a small price to pay. Dominic began hisbat meal, clutching a fork and spoon in both hands.


    Just as he savored the chewiness of the rice cakes, the spicy taste of garlic and red pepper powder hit him.


    "I should''ve added udon noodles, or even pasta! Why didn''t I think of that?"


    Dominic mused to himself, now splitting a boiled egg in half. As the well-cooked yolk gently broke, the red sauce poured over it.


    "This is it!"


    <strong>Growlllll~.</strong>


    Seeing Dominic indulge in such an unusual disy of gluttony, a rumbling sound emanated from Ian''s stomach.


    Just like Dominic, Ian hadn''t eaten anything since breakfast.


    Given his role of guarding and monitoring Dominic, it would be inappropriate for him to eat alone if Dominic didn''t.


    "Don''t just stand there,e and eat. It''s a bit spicy, but that''s how it''s meant to be enjoyed. It''s not a cooking mistake, so don''t criticize it unfairly beforehand."


    "...Answers first."


    "You''re persistent in strange situations. Ah, of course. As soon as I returned to the kitchen after the event, I started working on the documents."


    "You anticipated that the Lord would summon you?"


    "Yes, more or less."


    "And if he hadn''t? Would you have given up?"


    "There''s always Grandfather Anton and the Merchant Guild. Even if the interest is a bit high, I could have borrowed from the bank."


    Dominic shrugged.


    "Regardless, you can''t be hesitant in situations like this. Investment inherently carries risks. It''s unfortunate, but if you act timidly, it raises suspicion. Is he running a scam? Will this business really seed?"


    "..."


    "That''s the wisdom of life. You, a knight as delicate as a rose in a greenhouse... Oops!"


    For once, Dominic said too much.


    He quickly covered his mouth, but you can''t take back words once spoken.


    He nced at Ian, trying to gauge his reaction. Surprisingly, Ian remained motionless.


    "...If the tteokbokki seems too spicy, should I quickly make you some cream stew?"


    "It''s fine."


    It seemed like Ian might be upset, but thankfully, he appeared to let it slide.


    <em>''Watch your mouth, watch your mouth!''</em>


    Dominic reflexively touched his own throat.


    **


    "That young Anton is doing well these days?"


    "Yes, Lord Ron. At first, he sold unheard-of seaweeds, but now he sources all sorts of ingredients and sells them. It seems quite profitable."


    "What have you been doing all this time! You should have stopped that impudent brat before he gained a foothold!"


    "That happened so quickly..."


    A skinny middle-aged man with a goatee began berating his subordinates. Those being scolded just kept their heads down, hoping for the moment to pass.


    "We can''t let a kid who''s barely twenty dominate the market! Say something, you useless bunch!"


    Ron of the Rondo Company, a merchant dealing primarily in food ingredients, was a formidable figure in the region under the jurisdiction of Count Sinir.


    Although not upscale enough for the nobility, the Rondo Company had enough influence that if they raised prices, the average citizens nearby might have to go without a dish or two.


    "Anton, that kid. Should we pressure him? Tell him to leave our territory?"


    "Hey, kid! Am I a thug? I''ve been in business for over ten years, and you still say stuff like that? You need a wake-up call! Eh?"


    "I''m sorry! Boss!"


    "I''ve told you to call me ''Lord''! Out, you idiot!"


    However, influence doesn''t always equate to honest business practices.


    The predecessor to the Rondo Company was the Rondo Mercenary Group.


    Evergreen''s fishingmunity centered around the Calron mercenary group, but the two groups werepletely different in nature.


    The Rondo Mercenary Group, despite its name, was more like a band of brigands.


    They had transformed into a tradingpany after opportunistically plundering a major shipment a decade ago, but their unsavory traits hadn''tpletely disappeared.


    "...So, should we apply pressure to him?"


    As expected, Ron''s true intentions slipped out.


    "It might be difficult? Anton''s grandfather is a well-respected merchant... He''s close to several nobles."


    "Damn! It was a lost cause anyway. What''s n B?"


    "Should we consider burning down his ce? Remember Haines or Hounds? After setting fire to his warehouse, he packed up and left, right? My Lord... I mean, Sir."


    "Fire? We almost got caught by the guardsst time. It''s too risky. Do you want me to go to jail at this age?"


    "I''m sorry!"


    "You allckmon sense. Oh, my fate!"


    "Sir... Lord Ron."


    There was someone cautiously speaking to Ron, who was pounding his chest in frustration.


    "I''ve heard that Anton''s recent sess is thanks to the vige chief of a small fishing vige called Evergreen. They say that the dubious seaweed was made ptable by the skills of that vige chief."


    "Really?"


    "Yes. So, if we deal with that vige chief, wouldn''t Anton waver too?"


    "Ah, that''s a useful thought. Alright, you handle it. While you''re at it, if we could source that seaweed, that''d be even better."


    "May I use some of our workers for it?"


    "Of course. Take them all and intimidate that so-called vige chief. Then the other fishermen and vigers will naturally scatter. Don''t forget to get the signature from the next potential chief on a contract."


    "Yes, Lord Ron!"


    Only then did a smile creep across the goateed man''s face.


    This was a method often used when signing supply contracts with small viges. A bit of intimidation in areas beyond the jurisdiction of the local troops, and ''favorable contracts'' were hardly a problem.


    This was how Rondo Company had grown.


    That very night, workers from the Rondo Company gathered in one ce, intent on swiftly settling the matter.


    **


    "Is that true, Dominic?"


    "I told you, it is."


    "Is this a dream or reality? The Lord is investing in our vige? Wow! I knew you had potential! I always believed you''d make a great vige chief. Hahaha!"


    When Dominic returned to the vige and shared the news about the investment contract, there was a unanimous cheer.


    To prevent being overwhelmed by celebratory back-ps, Dominic quickly diverted the attention of the burly men by saying, "Here, this is a copy. The original is at the Lord''s castle."


    Among them, Calron, seeing the investment contract with the Lord''s handwritten signature and seal, was ecstatic.


    Those from the fishingmunity by his side felt the same.


    Fiddling with the papers, they exchanged remarks like, "Looks like our vige is really about to change!" and celebrated wholeheartedly.


    "You''re holding it upside down."


    "Ah, is that so? Haha! Well, these things happen!"


    Though many of them still couldn''t read.


    "Now that we have the funds, let''s proceed with the construction. The women are familiar with seaweed harvesting and processing, so we don''t need many workers."


    "Right. We can employ people from the fishingmunity for the construction and hire craftsmen through the guild as needed. Money was the issue, not the avability of resources."


    "Great. We also need to find healers and mountain wizards..."


    "I''ll look into that too. Trustworthy people, of course. Leaving kids aside, when ites to marriage, we''re better off than you, who hasn''t married yet. Haha!"


    "It''s not that I can''t, it''s that I haven''t... Anyway, it''s a happy day, so should we grill some meat? Shouldn''t we eat and drink on such asions?"


    "Woohoo! That''s our Dominic!"


    "Meat, meat!"


    In no time, mes shot up from the firece in the courtyard in front of the kitchen. These people were swift when it came to festivities.


    <em>''You can''t stop them.''</em>


    Seeing their enthusiasm, Dominic chuckled and brought out the smoked meat chunks he had stored away. Hearing the news, vigers also joined in, each bringing an ingredient, indicating the start of a vige festival.


    <strong>Neigh-</strong>


    <strong>Clip-clop, clip-clop.</strong>


    Until the distant sound of horse hooves was heard.

 Chapter 20

    Chapter 20


    <strong>#How to deal with Uninvited Guests (2)</strong>


    It had already bete evening, transitioning into the night.


    A fishing vige enveloped in darkness should have been quiet, with only the sound of waves breaking the silence. However, due to Dominic''s visit, an unexpected festival had erupted.


    Theughter of the celebrants echoed from a distance, even reaching the Rondo Merchant Group''s employees.


    "What''s going on? Why is it so noisy?"


    "It seems there was a wedding in the vige."


    "Hehe. Then there must be plenty of food and drinks! It was worthing here without having dinner."


    "Absolutely! Let''s finish our work quickly and enjoy the spoils. Let''s go!"


    The Rondo Merchant Group''s workers were now indistinguishable from a gang of thieves.


    Once they removed their robes bearing thepany''s emblem and put on masks, they could wreak havoc as they pleased.


    Some employees eagerly awaited such opportunities.


    They felt no remorse whatsoever about harming innocent people or engaging in unfair deals.


    All they cared about was the plunder they could obtain.


    The masked raiders urged their horses forward.


    <strong>Clip-clop, clip-clop!</strong>


    <strong>Neigh-!</strong>


    As the sound of horse hooves reached the outskirts of the vige, some of the vigers who had been waiting for well-cooked meat turned their heads.


    "What''s that?"


    "Who''s out here at this time?"


    "...Whoever it is, they probably bring bad news."


    "Ah,e on! Just when we were enjoying a barbecue, now this? Whoever they are, they''re in for trouble."


    As the unfamiliar sound of hooves approached, angry whispers spread among the once cheerful vigers.


    Women guided the elderly and children into their homes and locked their doors, while the muscr fishermen clenched their fists and scowled.


    These fishermen, typically cheerful despite the challenging work of fishing, now had their smiles reced with stern expressions. Dominic unintentionally looked down, sensing the shift in atmosphere.


    "What''s suddenly going on..."


    Although Dominic couldn''t be certain of what was about to happen, he noticed that the usually jovial fishermen seemed unusually fierce today.


    <em>''Were they always this intimidating? They appear quite hostile.''</em>


    Having previously seen them as cheerful fishermen whoughed heartily when well-fed, he had overlooked their more formidable side.


    "Hey, Dominic. Stay inside. Someone who''s only handled kitchen knives will just be a hindrance."


    Calron, who had somehow acquired a sword asrge as a child, slung it over one shoulder and advised Dominic. However, the gleam from Calron''s bald head under the moonlight somewhat lessened the tense atmosphere.


    "It appears there are rumors that our vige has money these days. Hehe."


    "Isn''t that fantastic, buddy? We''ve been feeling rather downtely. Let''s stand our ground."


    "We need to show them who they''re dealing with by entering our vige like this."


    The fishermen, now armed with sledgehammers, double-edged swords, and iron clubs resembling goblin maces, seemed oddly unfamiliar today.


    "I''ll join them."


    Ian drew the rapier he always carried at his side.


    In contrast to the fishermen, Ian resembled a handsome swordsman straight out of a romance novel, making the situation feel somewhat surreal.


    <em>''Even now, he looks ridiculously handsome. Life''s so unfair!''</em>


    Although Dominic thought, ''I''m tall too,'' and had some absurd thoughts, he missed his opportunity to retreat to his home.


    Nevertheless, he wasn''t frightened.


    Surrounded by these robust fishermen, anyone would feel more reassured than fearful.


    "Hehehe! Who''s the vige chief here?"


    "Everyone, kneel down and close your eyes!"


    "Do as we say, and we might spare your lives!"


    However, the unfamiliar intruders seemed to miscalcte the situation.


    "What are they saying?"


    "Is it too dark, or do they have poor vision?"


    "Tsk tsk. They''re quite young, aren''t they? Waving those des around recklessly might get their hands chopped off, huh?"


    The fishermen, or rather, the seasoned war veterans, tightened their grip on their blood-stained weapons, preparing to charge forth.


    "You should stay clear of the open ground and find cover..."


    "Sir Knight, good luck!"


    As Ian turned to advise Dominic, he noticed Dominic already concealed behind a bush, peering out with just his eyes and cheering with clenched fists. Ian felt a sudden surge of annoyance.


    <strong>Bang! Crash!</strong>


    <strong>Neigh!</strong>


    "Ha! How does it feel to stumble into Kurdal''s hidden trap, the ''Invisible Hand''!"


    "What''s with the ''Invisible Hand''? How long are you going to stick with that cheesy nickname?"


    The invading bandits, attempting to enter the field, tumbled off their horses. Thin lines that had been tightly strung across their path glistened in the moonlight.


    "Damn it, they were onto our n!"


    "They''re just fishermen! Even if they''re armed, they''re no more than vige militia at best!"


    "Now that it''se to this, eliminate them all! Leave no witnesses!"


    Some of the fallen bandits, nursing broken bones, were left behind, while the rest charged recklessly.


    Observing the vigers armed and prepared, the intruders suspected that their n had been somehow exposed.


    <em>''Who would have thought a small fishing vige concealed retired war veterans?''</em>


    People would be startled by the term ''war veterans,'' so the vigers typically kept their pasts hidden.


    It took Dominic a whole year after settling in the vige to uncover their history, and he was astounded.


    <em>''But this is the first time I''ve seen them in action... They won''t lose, will they?''</em>


    It seemed improbable, but a part of him worried that their brawn might be just for show.


    <strong>Thud! Thwack!</strong>


    <strong>ng! Smash!</strong>


    "Argh!"


    "Kya!"


    "Hey, hey! Don''t kill them, just incapacitate them!"


    "Oh,e on, buddy! You''re asking too much!"


    <strong>Whack!</strong>


    "Ugh, what the..."


    "Huff, huff. Did they hire mercenaries?"


    "Identify yourselves, you cowards!"


    However, the situation turned absurdly unexpected, dispelling Dominic''s concerns.


    "Why do they all say the same things? Is there a bard teaching them these lines?"


    One would think that after a decade of retirement, their skills and strength would wane. Yet, the vigers moved more gracefully than soldiers he had seen in major cities.


    "Caught another one!"


    "Another here too! Hey, hey! Stop! Where do you think you''re going?"


    "Heek!"


    A battlefield that should have reeked of blood transformed into a scene reminiscent of a child-friendly animation.


    Masked men who discarded their weapons only to be bound to trees.


    Masked men who wielded massive swords but were knocked out with a single blow to the back of the head.


    Masked men who were made fools of by a slender fisherman wielding a whip that moved like a live snake.


    Watching this, Dominic couldn''t distinguish who the viins were.


    <em>''I need to prepare meals more diligently from now on. And make sure to provide timely snacks.''</em>


    Observing this spectacle, Dominic silently resolved to be more punctual with the vigers'' meal times.


    <strong>Rustle.</strong>


    As he admired the prowess of the fishermen, a rustling sound emanated from behind Dominic.


    "Found you!"


    Before Dominic could identify the source, he came face to face with unfamiliar eyes that squinted into crescents.


    It was one of the executives who had led the masked men from the Rondo Merchant Group.


    <em>''This is the vige chief. I''ve seen his face before!''</em>


    It was the executive from the Rondo Merchant Group who had once encountered the young vige chief during a visit to the Anton Merchant Group.


    Immediately after the battle began, he urgently searched for Dominic. Contrary to expectations, the situation was turning against them, but he believed that capturing the vige chief would turn the tide. After all, the chief was at the heart of all these dealings and held the trust of the lord.


    "I''ve found you!"


    So, when he discovered Dominic, who was hidden in the bushes and observing the chaos, he was confident in their victory.


    "Everyone, halt! Or else, I can''t guarantee the safety of your chief!"


    With a menacing stance, as if ready to harm Dominic at any moment, he loudly dered his triumph to everyone.


    "Darn it!"


    "Dominic!"


    "Hey, why are you there...!"


    As expected.


    The fishermen, who had been overpowering the merchant group''s workers like fierce predators, now appeared bewildered and scrambled, unsure of their next move.


    "Drop your weapons! Now!"


    Joy and anticipation gleamed in the eyes of the executive threatening Dominic.


    <em>''That''s it! This feeling!''</em>


    He savored the notion that those who had been dominant until now had fallen right into his trap. The sensation of being in control stirred some dark desires deep within him.


    <em>''In this situation, they''ll do anything I say, right? Hehe.''</em>


    Alcohol? Money? Or perhaps women?


    He contemted which indulgence to pursue first. Meanwhile, due to the knife pressed against his neck, Dominic could do nothing but take shallow breaths and scan his surroundings.


    "...!"


    His eyes met with Ian''s as he desperately sought someone who mighte to his rescue.


    ''Hush!''


    Ian signaled for silence, having somehow acquired one of the masks worn by the robbers to conceal his hair and mouth.


    Stealthily, without making a sound, Ian began advancing from behind the executive holding Dominic.


    "Damn it! Release our chief!"


    "That''s right! We''ll do whatever you say, just let Dominic go!"


    The fishermen attempted to divert the executive''s attention, allowing Ian to draw nearer. Though it seemed like a sound strategy, their acting skills werecking.


    <em>''Please act better, guys!''</em>


    Dominic anxiously monitored the situation, praying that their deception wouldn''t be uncovered.


    It was a precarious situation.


    "...The knight behind...!"


    "Damn it!"


    Had Lady Luck forsaken Dominic?


    One of the robbers, whom they had believed was unconscious, had regained consciousness and alerted the executive to Ian''s approach.


    <strong>Stamp.</strong>


    <strong>Sssssssh!</strong>


    Upon hearing the warning, the executive turned around, and realizing he had been spotted, Ian charged with incredible speed.


    <em>''Please!''</em>


    As he lunged forward, Ian hoped the executive wouldn''t make a rash move.


    If the executive released Dominic and distanced himself, even if they lost the battle, he would likely be imprisoned rtively unharmed.


    But if he chose to harm Dominic and keep him as a hostage until the very end, he would be severely injured by Ian''s sword and imprisoned for a longer period.


    Any rational person would understand that the best decision in this situation was to release the hostage.


    "Do you think I''ll die alone?"


    But the world doesn''t always operate based on reason.


    The executive swung his knife towards Dominic.


    "No!"


    "Dominic!"


    "XX!"


    Shouts, curses, and high-pitched screams filled the air.


    Some people copsed to the ground, while others couldn''t bear to watch and turned away. Ian was among those who looked away.


    <strong>Thud!</strong>


    But the sound that echoed wasn''t that of a de slicing through cloth or flesh.


    It was the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.

 Chapter 21

    Chapter 21


    <strong>#How to Deal with Uninvited Guests (3)</strong>


    Upon witnessing the adversary charging towards him, brandishing a knife aimed at his chest, Dominic swiftly dropped to a crouching position and intercepted the oing arm.


    Leveraging the momentum of his opponent, he effortlessly hurled him in the opposite direction. The foe,nding unceremoniously on the unforgiving ground without any cushion,y unconscious, his eyes rolled back.


    Subsequently, an eerie silence descended.


    "...Dominic?"


    The first to break this silence was Calron. However, much like the others, he too appeared stunned, his words hesitant.


    "What on earth was that just now?"


    "...A throw?"


    "Did you execute it?"


    "It appears so."


    Dominic himself appeared equally perplexed.


    <em>''What just happened? Did I really do that?''</em>


    Throughout both his past and present life, he had consistently distanced himself from martial arts orbat. He was more aware than anyone that such a lifestyle was foreign to him.


    <em>''Maybe there''s an undiscovered talent within me?''</em>


    As this notion crossed his mind, he shed a grin, his eyes widening. Regardless of the reason, possessing the ability to defend oneself was undoubtedly an asset.


    "Give it another try,"


    "Hey, old man. Be careful. If you get injured, it''s not my responsibility."


    "If you seed once more, we''ll wee you into our fishing guild."


    Doubtfully, a slender fisherman cautiously approached, extending his arm as a signal for Dominic to attempt another throw. For Dominic, who had always been denied entry into the fishing guild due to his perceived weakness, this was a golden opportunity. There wasn''t much to gain from joining, but being the sole non-member stung his pride.


    Dominic confidently seized the thin fisherman''s arm.


    "Heave!"


    With tremendous effort, he attempted to toss him over his shoulder. Veins bulged on Dominic''s forehead.


    "Heave! ...Huh!"


    But, surprisingly, nothing happened.


    "...Hahaha!"


    "Phew!"


    "Well, figures!"


    Laughter erupted all around.


    "Why? You did it so well earlier. What happened now?"


    "Maybe it was a reflex in the face of danger. Novice soldiers sometimes disy superhuman strength in life-threatening situations."


    "Oh, is that so? I thought Dominic had some hidden secret."


    "Hehe. It seems we got our hopes up for nothing!"


    A few older men, tears ofughter in their eyes, patted Dominic''s back as if to offer encouragement. Then, they began to clean up the aftermath of the scuffle.


    Dominic, scratching his head, went from house to house, exining that the fight had concluded.


    <em>''...I definitely felt mana move.''</em>


    However, only one person, Ian, couldn''t take his eyes off Dominic.


    <em>''At that moment, I sensed mana surging within him. I''m certain of it.''</em>


    Being close to Dominic at that time, Ian noticed the subtle change. With his innate sensitivity to mana, he couldn''t have missed it.


    <em>''When I scanned him for mana earlier, his adaptability and internal mana levels were lower than the average person''s. Did I make a mistake? No, that''s not possible.''</em>


    When Ian first brought Dominic on Lord Theodore''s orders, he personally conducted the mana assessment. Thus, the current situation left him astounded.


    <em>''It appears there''s one more reason to keep a close watch on him.''</em>


    The eventful night continued.


    "So, it''s unquestionably the Rondo merchants?"


    "Yes, I''m certain. I''ve been cautious of them ever since they began lurking around our shops."


    The night before, Anton, who had rushed all night upon hearing the news, arrived breathlessly to inform them of the identity of the masked men.


    "They have a notorious reputation. I''ve heard they don''t hesitate to resort to underhanded tactics and perilous schemes for profitable deals, but I never anticipated them resorting to outright looting..."


    "They appeared well-versed; how did we not know about this until now?"


    With a nod from Ian, Calron furrowed his brow, arms folded.


    "They likely targeted only those whocked the power to bring their plight to the public, despite their misfortunes."


    "Damn scoundrels. Tsk. Should we have pretended it was an ident and executed them on the spot?"


    "Hey, calm down, sir Knight. If we had done it, it might have been satisfying, but tracing the root cause would have been challenging."


    "You''re referring to Rondo, right?"


    "Yes."


    Anton interjected at the opportune moment.


    "So, the Rondo merchants targeted our vige because of the seaweed?"


    "Yes, they aimed to void our supply contract with Anton''spany and monopolize it for themselves."


    Anton, who had eventually established his own business bearing his name, felt partially responsible for all of this.


    "I apologize. I should have warned you that something like this could ur..."


    "Why are you apologizing? The ones who should be apologizing are still pretending to be unconscious."


    A couple of masked men twitched at Dominic''s words, but their eyes remained closed. They didn''t dare to meet the gaze of the muscr men who clearly outmuscled them.


    "Hmm. If they answer our questions properly, we might release one."


    "Me! Ask me anything!"


    Promptly, one of them opened his eyes, nodding vigorously, shouting that he''d provide any information if they released him.


    "Not you, young man. You had the audacity to put a knife to my throat."


    However, Dominic shook his head. From the man''s words, he seemed to be an executive and surely knew a lot. But that brat genuinely tried to kill him. Dominic had no intention of letting him go, not for a bit of information.


    <strong>Smack!</strong>


    "Argh!"


    After showing no intention of negotiating, Calron struck the back of the head of the Rondo merchant executive, who instantly fell unconscious with a scream.


    <em>''Shouldn''t that be considered a knockout?''</em>


    Seeing Calron''s face, clearly seeking praise, Dominic felt relieved that they were on the same side. On the other hand, he felt a need to improve himself.


    "Any other volunteers?"


    At that moment, one person, cowering in a corner, cautiously raised his hand.


    "I''ve been with the merchants for less than three months, and this is my first raid. Please forgive me this once, and I promise I''ll live righteously!"


    Upon closer inspection, he still looked quite young.


    "It doesn''t seem like he''s lying."


    Ian, who had examined the boy''s palms, nodded, indicating that his hands didn''t show the signs of someone long involved in such activities.


    "Alright,e with me."


    The few conscious masked men red at the traitor, but due to the sharp reprimands from the older men, they had no choice but to look back down to the ground.


    <em>''Damn it! They said it was just a small vige in the countryside! I only agreed because it seemed like an easy, safe task!''</em>


    They internally cursed at the ipetence of the higher-ups. It was all a desperate attempt to forget their fear.


    They said they''d strip the culprits of their crimes and hand them over to the regional lord''s castle.


    They hadn''t killed anyone, but given their history of violence and habitual thieving, they could already envision their grim futures.


    The Count Sinir''s family was famously efficient at managing "forcedbor" for criminals.


    ***


    "So, the Rondo merchants can supply ingredients cheaply because they operate a farm at an unbelievably low cost?"


    "Yes, I''m not entirely sure, but there''s talk that thoseboring on the farm were brought there due to debts they couldn''t repay. The farm''snd is essentially seized as coteral."


    "Usury? Aren''t there maximum interest rates established within Count Sinir''s territory?"


    "There are?"


    "Of course!"


    "The vige head can read and is knowledgeable, so he''s aware of such things. But how wouldmoners like us be acquainted with intricatews?"


    "Tsk. It''s the same everywhere."


    "Excuse me?"


    "Nothing, nothing."


    The boy had more knowledge than Dominic had expected.


    While he might not have been literate or formally educated, he was observant and possessed a good memory.


    "Attacks on small viges or shops, intimidating or assaulting important individuals, appeared to be quite frequent. The higher-ups would exin the amount of loot to the workers and enlist participants on a firste, first-served basis."


    "So, they have a routine, huh?"


    "And I''ve heard they deliberately set fires to rival merchant groups. It urred when..."


    Intuitively understanding the information Dominic sought, the boy began revealing various illegal activities that had urred within the Rondo merchants.


    "We need proof that all of this was directly ordered by the head of the Rondo merchants..."


    "Oh, I have it! After sessfullypleting the task, we were promised promissory notes. Those were issued in the name of the head of the Rondo merchants."


    "Oh!"


    "But I''ve heard the promissory notes don''t provide details about the jobs. I''m not sure if that would be helpful..."


    "It''s more than sufficient. Giving a regr substantial sum to mere workers? There''s no reasonable exnation for that. But how do we obtain these notes?"


    "Well, I have one with me to start..."


    The boy produced a crumpled piece of paper from his belongings.

 Chapter 22

    Chapter 22


    <strong>#Acquiring a Farm (1)</strong>


    The paper that the boy handed over was indeed a promissory note.


    While the other senior workers promptly exchanged their promissory notes for cash and spent it recklessly, the boy behaved differently.


    This note represented the price of his ndestine entry into a merchant''s warehouse and his involvement in theft.


    Thus, it marked the initial payment forpromising his own conscience.


    He sensed that using this promissory note would lead him across a threshold from which there would be no return. This apprehension prevented him from converting the note into cash, ultimately preserving hisst vestige of conscience.


    "Perhaps you won''t need to hide or flee any longer."


    "Pardon?"


    "Because there''s something called turning over a new leaf."


    "Oh...! Th-thank you!"


    At Dominic''s words, the boy finally found relief and burst into tears.


    His emotions overwhelmed him.


    To survive, he had taken employment with a disreputable merchant, engaged in theft, and just yesterday, had even been coerced into participating in a looting incident.


    He had not willingly joined; a senior colleague had pressured him, iming they required an extra hand, and thus, he had ended up there.


    He had believed that his only destiny was to toil away his life in a sunless mine. But now, a new path to escape had presented itself.


    "I''ll retain this promissory note. And until everything is resolved, you should remain in this vige. While you''re here, Rondo''s remnants won''t be able to harm you."


    "Is that eptable?"


    "Of course. However, remember that regardless of your intentions, some people may harbor prejudice against you or criticize you relentlessly. That''s something you''ll need to contend with."


    "Yes."


    "Very well. You appear astute, so I believe you''ve grasped the situation."


    Further admonishment was unnecessary.


    Henceforth, the boy would forge his own future.


    ***


    "What''s our next move?" Ian inquired.


    "We should gather everything we can," Dominic replied.


    "Revenge?"


    "That''s precisely what it is. What else could it be?"


    "Don''t you want to see them grovel or understand why they targeted Evergreen?"


    "Why bother asking? Their reasons probably won''t be convincing anyway. People whomit such acts aren''t likely to have profound motives or ns. They probably thought we, the Anton Merchant Group, our vige, and I, were insignificant. So, they chose a straightforward and violent approach."


    Dominic''s voicecked anger.


    "Because they''re not worth getting angry over."


    In a novel, they would be forgettable viins that readers wouldn''t even recall.


    Just that.


    So, since it had happened, the n was to salvage what they could and rectify the situation.


    "What do you think the lord''s reaction will be if we provide all the evidence and witnesses of those thugs to him? You''ve observed him from a distance, so you should know his personality, right?"


    "If he didn''t know, he wouldn''t care. But now that he does, he won''t simply let it slide."


    "Forcedbor?"


    "Undoubtedly. Some might even be better off dead. To atone, they''ll have to work until theirst breath."


    "What about their assets?"


    "All of it will be seized since it''s not wealth obtained through legal means."


    Dominic appeared quite content with that response.


    "The confiscated property will be auctioned, right?"


    "Some of it."


    "I''m not concerned about the rest, but I truly hope the farm is included."


    "The farm? Not the merchant group?"


    "What our vige needs immediately isn''t a store in the city butnd andbor to cultivate crops."


    "Why is that?"


    "It''s obvious. Rice is expensive, as are chili peppers, garlic, and green onions. Even sesame and peri seeds are as precious as gold! Oh, if I hadnd, I''d start farming right away."


    Dominic shivered.


    Especially when trying to stock up, the prices of certain crops were so high that he had to deplete his savings.


    "Isn''t it because you always use such unique ingredients?"


    "Did you ever consider that it''s not me using unique ingredients, but that other people have too limited a range?"


    "...You have an overly particr pte."


    Taken aback by Ian''s straightforward critique, Dominic''s jaw dropped.


    <em>''Why is he reacting like this? Well, more importantly, is he joking? Or is he serious?''</em>


    Regardless, Dominic found the rapier that Ian habitually carried on his hip intimidating and refrained from offering a retort.


    <em>''In any case, tounch the kitchen under construction properly, I need a farm.''</em>


    To supply the desired ingredients, he absolutely requirednd where he could cultivate crops as he saw fit.


    "Shouldn''t you first consider whether the farm will be up for auction?"


    Ian''s words brought Dominic back to reality.


    Yes, that''s right.


    To acquire Rondo''s farm, it had to be put up for auction first.


    <em>''The one deciding on the auction items after confiscating the criminal''s assets is... the lord.''</em>


    Everything hinged on Count Sinir.


    To ensure that the farm he desired would be auctioned, he needed to gain favor with the lord.


    "...Should I consider writing a letter?"


    "I don''t think that''s a wise idea. While it''s true that the lord is fond of you, he might not be receptive to someone connected to the criminal."


    Dominic feltpelled not to reject the vige''s investor outright, but he couldn''t anticipate the capricious nature of the aristocracy, which only heightened his anxiety.


    As Ian pointed out, they were the ones who had handed over the criminals.


    In the eyes of the authorities, it might appear as if they had falsely used Rondo''s merchant group out of greed.


    One shouldn''t jump to conclusions.


    <em>''If this goes awry, I might lose out while someone else reaps the rewards?''</em>


    Watching Dominic nervously bite his nails, Ian let out a deep sigh.


    "Why can you find unexpected solutions but struggle with such a straightforward matter?"


    "Oh, if you''re going to offer a hint, just do it directly. Don''t begin with a question."


    "Don''t you know someone who can undoubtedly influence the lord?"


    "Me?"


    Dominic''s expression seemed to say, ''Who could I possibly know? Do I even know another noble besides the Lord?''


    "Don''t tell me you''ve genuinely forgotten? I''m talking about the old lord. The one who first recognized you and ordered me to protect you, the current lord''s father. If he intervenes, no one can object."


    "...Ah!"


    Was it a moment of realization or simply his imagination?


    "Right, that old man... I mean, the esteemed old lord! How could I forget? He''s deeply engrossed in sequestered training. I didn''t want to trouble him with trivial matters! But now, given the circumstances, I should write a letter, shouldn''t I? Oh, the old lord might feel left out if he finds outter. That would be uneptable!"


    "Ugh, just say it."


    Observing Dominic enthusiastically begin writing, Ian wondered if he had made the right decision by providing the answer.


    **


    The trial of Rondo, the leader of Rondo''s merchant group, along with all its executives, concluded swiftly.


    "It''s unjust! It''s all a conspiracy, Your Honor!"


    Rondo, with his goatee, protested to the bitter end, but there was already an overwhelming amount of evidence and witnesses.


    Even those with rtively minor involvement confessed to every small mistake made by the executives and the leader in hopes of receiving leniency in their sentences.


    Loyalty was in short supply.


    "Seeing that he remain unrepentant despite the clear evidence of his crimes, it seems he is beyond redemption. Tsk tsk."


    The lord, seated in the front row, watching the trial, clicked his tongue, and the judge involuntarily swallowed hard.


    From the judge''s perspective, this was an open-and-shut case.


    <em>''Mercy should not be extended in this case.''</em>


    Within the courtroom, the judge wielded the highest authority, but outside, he was merely a servant of the Sinir Count''s household.


    Perhaps that''s why, in trials where the lord personally showed interest and attended, the sentences tended to be harsher than usual. One couldn''t help but be aware of the lord''s gaze.


    "Rondo, the head of the Rondo Merchant Group, listen."


    "Your Honor!"


    "With irrefutable evidence and witnesses, including charges of arson, assault, fraud, illegal loans, human trafficking, threats, and robbery... Given this extensive list of crimes, how could you expect leniency!"


    "It''s unjust! Those were the actions of my subordinates, I truly had no involvement...!"


    "They have promissory notes issued in your name, and yet you persist in lying until the bitter end! I shall pass judgment! All assets of the Rondo Merchant Group will be seized, with a portion allocated to aid the victims. As the mastermind behind these crimes, Rondo, you are sentenced to indefinite hardbor! Send him to the Bailey mines!"


    "No, this cannot be! This is absurd! Damn it! Where are those scoundrels who took my money! Ahhhh!"


    Upon the pronouncement of the verdict, Rondo, sporting his goatee, screamed hysterically. Nheless, he was forcibly escorted out by the guards.


    "Really, who could ept money from such a man? Judge!"


    "Yes, my lord! We will pursue them to the end and root out everyst one!"


    "Good."


    Finally appearing satisfied, the lord rose from his seat and apuded once.


    The judge swiftly descended from his seat and handed a document to the lord.


    "There are quite a few assets to be confiscated. Let''s see, put these up for auction immediately. They can be easily converted to cash."


    "We will proceed with the auction promptly."


    "Ensure that the proceeds from the auction are distributed to the victims without any interference."


    "Understood."


    It was a unique tradition in the southern region where the Sinir Count resided.


    After the trial, when the criminal''s assets were seized, some of them would be auctioned off to the people attending the trial.


    The money from the auctioned items would go to the victims, and because of this, some prominent nobles or wealthy individuals intentionally purchased the confiscated items at a reasonably high price to benefit the victims.


    "There should be some valuable items avable."


    "I heard the Rondo Merchant Group has a significant stash of assets, so we mighte across some valuable ones, right?"


    "We should. Otherwise, why endure such a tedious trial!"


    Quite a few hade to the courtroom today in hopes of participating in the auction of the confiscated goods.


    "Please, please, let there be a farm!"


    Dominic was one of them.


    "If a decent farm isn''t included, I''ll be devastated. No, that can''t happen!"


    Hadn''t he ttered and implored the old man, who had secluded himself for training, through three lengthy letters? He had begged him to ensure that the farm he desired would be included in the auction items.


    "We will post the list of items to be auctioned today. Those interested, please check and gather back in this courtroom in three hours!"


    Upon receiving the list from the judge, an official announced it aloud. Several people rushed to inspect the auction items.


    Dominic was among them.


    "Hold on, just a moment! I''ll check ande out, so please don''t push!"


    Dominic, not hesitating to jostle a bit, stood in front of the notice.


    "...!"


    Dominic swiftly scanned the list.


    Merchant buildings, Rondo''s residence, the workers'' mansion, carriages and horses, jewelry, and artwork...


    "Here it is!"


    Amidst the densely listed auction items, several farms owned by the Rondo Merchant Group caught Dominic''s eye.


    <em>''Among them, the one I wanted is... this one!''</em>


    He had found his target.

 Chapter 23

    Chapter 23


    <strong>#Acquiring the Farm (2)</strong>


    If the farm that Dominic had set his sights on had been discovered by another merchant or a wealthy farmer, they would likely have chuckled at the young man, assuming hecked the knowledge to select suitablend.


    "Are you genuinely considering working with this piece ofnd?"


    "Yes."


    "Don''t you want to reconsider?"


    "This is ideal for me."


    "Is it because you''re short on funds?"


    "Why, are you offering a loan?"


    "If you need one."


    "Really?"


    Dominic''s eyes widened at Ian''s resolute response.


    "It''s alright. I dont have enough to cover the interest. However, I appreciate your offer."


    Nheless, Dominic continued to scrutinize the map of thend he had chosen, his interest undiminished.


    "You''re the vige chief of Evergreen, correct?"


    "Do you know me?"


    "You''ve been a topic of conversation in town. But it might be wise to heed what Sir is suggesting here."


    At that moment, a nearby merchant, sitting beside Dominic, casually added his input.


    "It''s regarding that piece ofnd. As mentioned, it''s fertile; whatever you nt there is likely to thrive."


    "It''s goodnd."


    "Yes, but its size is the issue."


    The merchant lowered his head.


    "The area is surrounded by mountains, so clearing and expanding won''t be easy. Even if you do manage to clear it... Look here, the entrance to the farm."


    The merchant pointed to a winding path on the map.


    "Is there only this one road?"


    "It seems so."


    "If you visit, you''ll see it''s barely wide enough for a cart to pass through. It''s not suitable for transporting crops in bulk."


    There appeared to be a hint of caution in the merchant''s eyes.


    "Thank you for the advice, sir. However, this is precisely the kind ofnd I''m seeking."


    "Weren''t you considering expanding your business? That''s what I thought."


    Dominic was unaware, but his name was gaining recognition in the nearby trade circles.


    The sess of the Anton Merchants was a significant event for those involved in small to medium trade associations.


    The Rondo Merchants'' interest in Dominic and Evergreen was not without reason.


    "I thought, given your interest in seaweeds, you might now be venturing into crops. I might have been mistaken."


    "Oh, that''s not it. I will farm, but I don''t n to sell the crops in the market. I won''t even have enough for my own use."


    "Ha, I jumped to conclusions. My apologies."


    "Don''t worry about it. I''ve learned a lot from you."


    The merchant who had offered advice to Dominic assumed he was going fully into the food business. Holding onto the map tightly, he might have thought there was a rted reason.


    "Are you nning to establish amunal farm for the vigers? Your concern for the vige is trulymendable. Ha ha ha!"


    In that case, choosing thatnd made sense.


    Although thend wasn''t suitable for mass crop production for sale, it was an ideal ce for the vigers to grow just enough for their own sustenance.


    <em>''He''s half right.''</em>


    The merchant''s guess was half correct, half wrong.


    But Dominic didn''t feel the need to correct him.


    "We will begin the auction soon. There is a prior announcement, so please pay attention."


    At that moment, the auction house manager announced the start of the auction, capturing everyone''s attention.


    "Today''s auction allows one person to participate in only two auction items."


    "What? There was no such thing announced before!"


    "When has this ever happened!"


    Comints filled with irritation erupted from all directions.


    "It''s the Lord''s decision. Allowing a few individuals to monopolize the confiscated goods of the criminals wouldn''t look good, so I believe he''s implying you should exercise discretion."


    "Ahem... well, in that case..."


    "Damn! What should I focus on then... I need information, information!"


    Amid the pressing situation, only Dominic was barely holding back hisughter.


    <em>''Old man, are you helping me out this way? Hehe, indeed, it''s best to live righteously!''</em>


    With a limit now set on the number of auction items one can participate in, a strategy to acquire the most valuable item will be needed.


    This meant there wouldn''t be unnecessarypetition for items with significant drawbacks, such as the farm Dominic had his eye on.


    <em>''Perfect.''</em>


    The auctionmenced.


    The atmosphere gradually grew tense.


    "23 is the highest bid. Any higher?"


    "You won''t give up, will you? Fine! Here, 100 more gold!"


    "11 is the highest bid. Any more?"


    "Damn! That''s my limit... I surrender."


    <strong>Bang bang bang!</strong>


    "The Rondo Merchant''s headquarters building goes to bidder number 11!"


    "Ha ha ha! Thank you!"


    The assets of the Rondo Merchants were gradually finding new owners.


    After each auction, bags of gold coins began piling up in a transparent container next to the auctioneer.


    <em>''This will surely provide some constion for the victims.''</em>


    Although the amount of money mattered, witnessing the criminals'' assets disappearing one by one would beforting for the victims in itself.


    "The next item is the Rootbia farm."


    It was the turn of the farm Dominic had been waiting for.


    "While not extensive in size, thend is fertile and suitable for any crop. The farmborers are currently those who borrowed money from the Rondo Merchants and couldn''t repay. Since the loan itself was an illegal contract, from today, all theborers will return to their homes. So, you might need to arrange a new contract or find others to work..."


    The auctioneer continued, but the more he spoke, the more it sounded like he was discouraging people from buying the farm.


    "...maybe we shouldn''t make a purchase?"


    Even Dominic started to feel this way.


    "The auction will start at..."


    Unlike other items, the atmosphere was subdued as the bidding began.


    Only Dominic raised his panel.


    **


    "To victory!"


    "To victory!"


    Their beer mugs clinked cheerfully.


    "Congrattions, Chief Dominic!"


    "Thank you."


    "Though the farm is small, it''s primend. Getting it at this price is nothing short of luck!"


    "Luck? It''s because I''ve lived righteously, and heaven helped. Hehe."


    Anton and Dominic toasted, sharing the joy of the sessful auction.


    Dominic was able to purchase the farm he wanted for the ''starting price.''


    That was 40% cheaper than what he had initially anticipated.


    <em>''No one else participated. Well, lucky me.''</em>


    Dominic, without hesitation, raised his panel at the starting price.


    The auction ended quietly, with no other panel raised afterward.


    "Yet, you bought six carts at a steal."


    "Yes, I was worried as our clients increased, but that eased a burden."


    "So, you''re making good money?"


    "Not that much. Ingredients are bulky, you know. The revenue isn''t substantialpared to the volume. Hehe. By the way, can we increase seaweed production? We''re getting inquiries from other regions; it''s bing popr."


    "I''ll inquire within the fishingmunity."


    "Please do. Now, answer me this."


    Anton subtly inquired.


    "Why did you buy that farm? Is it really amunal farm for the vige? Its location seems a bit inconvenient for that..."


    "Ah, about that..."


    Dominic extended his response, avoiding a clear answer.


    "More than that, I was hoping you could assist me in obtaining some seeds. Is that possible?"


    "Seeds? Ah, you''ll need them if you''re going to farm. What do you need?"


    "Here."


    Dominic handed over a densely filled paper.


    "...You need all of this?"


    "Yes. Every bit of it. How long do you think it''ll take?"


    "Hmm. Acquiring seeds or saplings isn''t the issue, but with this many types, each one requires its unique fertilizer. That might take some time."


    "Oh, I don''t need fertilizer."


    "Excuse me?"


    This world was eerily simr to Earth from his previous life but with peculiar differences.


    <em>''Like the fertilizer.''</em>


    On Earth, chemical fertilizers only emerged around 1843, rtivelyte in its history.


    <em>''Even proper ammonia synthetic fertilizers didn''te into y until after 1910.''</em>


    The Haber-Bosch process, invented in 1913 and still in use today, was a Nobel Prize-winning technique, credited with advancing human civilization. It was considered ''magical'' because it found a way to extract nitrogen from the atmosphere, earning the nickname "making bread from the air."


    <em>''Here, they literally use magic to produce fertilizer.''</em>


    In this world, where magic reced science, even fertilizers were created through magical means.


    "If you don''t use fertilizer, the growth will be slow."


    "It''s fine. It''s only a matter of a few weeks."


    "The harvest might be smaller."


    "But the taste won''t change."


    Anton looked puzzled.


    "From your words, it seems you don''t know much about farming, Chief. Fertilizers..."


    "First, I''m not a fisherman, and I''m not ignorant about farming."


    "But you really won''t use fertilizers?"


    "That''s what I said. You know organic? Organic?"


    "...Or, ganic?"


    "Or-ga-nic."


    When Anton asked what it was, Dominic simply added, "It''s a thing. Wealthy people are obsessed with it."


    <em>''What is he nning now?''</em>


    Ian, who had been listening to their conversation, was equally curious, but he didn''t bother asking.


    He figured he''d find out soon enough, witnessing it with his own eyes.


    "If you''re nning not to use fertilizers, growth enhancers, or pesticides... I can deliver all the seeds and saplings you need in about two days."


    "Please do. And can I pay with seaweed and dried mussels instead of cash?"


    "Of course."


    "Then, cheers!"


    <strong>Clink!</strong>


    Their sses met with a cheerful sound.

 Chapter 24

    Chapter 24


    <strong>#Acquiring the Farm (3)</strong>


    It had been a while since Dominic had hisst drink.


    Back in the vige, when Dominic was solely responsible for seafood meals, there were drinking sessions almost every third day. But ever since Dominic unexpectedly became the vige chief, he was so busy that he hardly had the time to enjoy a proper drink.


    "Ugh... my head."


    Dominic began with beer, then wine, and finally some liquor. It felt like his head was going to split open the next morning.


    Dominic couldn''t even recall how he made it back to his lodgings.


    "This is why you shouldn''t mix drinks. It always has a bad aftereffect."


    "It''s quite a ride on the carriage, are you okay?"


    "Well, there''s no choice. Ugh!"


    Ian was in the inn room, where Dominic was supposed to be alone.


    <em>''Why is that man here without making any sound?''</em>


    It seemed like this world had no concept of privacy.


    "When did you arrive?"


    "Just now. A messenger came, saying the luggage carriage you ordered yesterday is waiting. Hurry down."


    "Ah, I''m sorry. I''ll quickly pack my belongings and head to the kitchen, then I''ll be right there."


    They say to strike while the iron is hot.


    Dominic paid the auction amount and immediately took possession. He wanted to inspect the condition of the farm he had won at the auction as soon as possible.


    However, he still couldn''t ride a horse, and there were various items to transport, so he had reserved a luggage carriage the night before.


    He had asked Anton, so some of the crops and seeds that could be obtained immediately would have been handed over by the inn''s workers at dawn.


    "You should have drunk in moderation."


    Still suffering from a splitting headache, a queasy stomach, and a dry throat, Dominic regretted it, but what was done was done.


    **


    <strong>Thud, thud.</strong>


    <strong>Rumble, rumble.</strong>


    From a distance, it was a peaceful scene.


    The green fields, fluffy clouds in the sky, and the luggage carriage moving along the quiet dirt road were sights that calmed the observer''s heart.


    "Ugh!"


    But someone said it, right?


    Life is aedy from a distance, but a tragedy up close.


    "Ugh! Cough, cough! Ugh!"


    "Can you stop now?"


    Ian, riding ahead on his horse, frowned.


    "I''d like to stop too. Ugh! But do you think I''m doing this on purpose? Ugh!"


    It was clear that he was terribly hungover.


    There was a trail of vomit behind the carriage.


    "What a nuisance. Tsk tsk."


    "Its a deserted road anyway. Ugh!"


    Even though there was nothing left to throw up, the hangover continued to make him nauseous.


    "Please have some of this, chief."


    The boy sitting in front of the carriage and driving the horse handed Dominic a bottle of water with a concerned look.


    "Thanks. Ugh!"


    "I''m sorry that the road to the farm is all dirt..."


    "Why are you apologizing? It''s just how the road is."


    "Still..."


    "I should be grateful that we''re not lost, thanks to you."


    "No, no! You saved me from being imprisoned and even gave me this job!"


    The boy driving the carriage was the same one who had handed Dominic the promissory note from the Rondo Trading Company.


    "Laki, you said it''s been a while since you visited the farm, right?"


    "Yes. I haven''t been there once since joining the Rondo Trading Company. I didn''t have any vacations..."


    "It might be good to spend a few days there and catch up with your family."


    "Hehe, yes. Thank you, chief."


    The boy who was brought to court to stand as a witness had turned pale upon seeing the name of the farm Dominic had won at auction.


    He said it was where his family lived.


    <em>''I can guess the situation without asking.''</em>


    Dominic deliberately refrained from asking why his family was working on that farm.


    It was quite obvious.


    Hadn''t the auctioneer mentioned it when introducing the farm at the auction?


    The farm workers were victims of illegal usury, and they would regain their freedom as soon as the ownership changed.


    "We''ll prepare a meal when we arrive."


    "No, it''s okay."


    "But still..."


    "I''m saying that because there''s something I want to eat. Ugh!"


    "Here, water! Water!"


    It was a peaceful afternoon.


    How much time had passed?


    "We''ve arrived, Chief. Here it is!"


    Dominic, who had been lying in a corner of the carriage, sat up at Laki''s excited voice.


    Sticking his face out of the halted carriage, he was refreshed by the rustic scenery.


    "It''s nice."


    "Isn''t it?"


    The boy, who had seemed prematurely matured, now wore an innocent smile fitting for his age.


    <em>''Kids should grow up like kids.''</em>


    Then it happened.


    "Laki!"


    "Mom! Dad!"


    From a distance, a middle-aged couple came running, calling out their son''s name loudly.


    "Sir, let''s leave them be. I need to check out the farm too."


    "...Right."


    With a slightly pale face, Dominic slung a small backpack over his shoulder and walked in the opposite direction of the approaching family.


    Ian followed him.


    "I thought it was small when they said it was, but..."


    "It''s still a ce called a farm."


    "Indeed, right?"


    A brief look around revealed that the farm was definitelyrger than a few fields.


    <em>''I see why there was talk of amunity farm to feed the vige people.''</em>


    At a nce, it seemedrge enough to amodate a ce the size of Evergreen Vige.


    And the soil was all ck.


    Bending down to touch it, even Dominic, who was no expert, could feel its richness.


    "There was a reason it was expensive for a farm of this size."


    He had spent all his savings, money borrowed from Anton and the bank, on thisnd.


    He had worried in case the quality was not as expected, but it turned out to be a relief.


    "So, shall we start with the most pressing matter?"


    "The pressing matter?"


    "A hangover remedy."


    Dominic, who had muttered that he felt like he was dying, skillfully gathered dry grass and twigs and lit a fire.


    "Aren''t you going to check out the farm?"


    "Will thend run away if I don''t look now? You''ll eat, right?"


    "...Well, yes."


    Ian seemed a bit embarrassed, and his ears turned slightly red.


    "Oh! It''s still fresh!"


    Dominic took out two ss bottles from the depths of his backpack.


    "What''s this?"


    Ian asked.


    One bottle seemed to contain cow''s innards, but he couldn''t immediately identify the lumpy contents of the other.


    "Ever seen tripe before?"


    "...Tripe?"


    "Cow''s stomach."


    "Ugh!"


    This time, the sound of nausea came from Ian, not Dominic.


    "You''re not saying you''re going to eat that, are you?"


    "Oh, would you prefer yours without the tripe?"


    Indeed, those who can''t eat it, can''t eat it until the end.


    With that said, Dominic nonchntly started boiling the chunk of tripe in the bubbling water.


    "In the meantime, I''ll prepare some radish..."


    During harvest season, the side branches of radishes were picked, dried, and eaten during lean times.


    Things like cow''s innards, offal, and tripe were the same.


    For those without, these were excellent ingredients.


    <em>''It''s not that I can''t eat it. It''s different from fresh vegetables.''</em>


    Of course, Dominic ate it purely for the taste.


    Dominic asked the inn''s worker to pre-boil the radish greens and squeeze out the moisture. He then put them in a wooden bowl and added soy sauce, red pepper paste, red pepper powder, pepper, soybean paste, minced garlic, and ginger that he had brought from the vige. Just preparing it made his mouth water.


    "The tripe is well-cooked! Ah, it''s heaven."


    Dominic admired his cooking skills as he looked at the wlessly boiled cross-section of the tripe.


    Seeing him, Ian''s ears turned red, feeling embarrassed about himself.


    <em>''I tried to observe the lives ofmoners up close... I still have a long way to go.''</em>


    However, Dominic seemed not to care about Ian''s self-reflection. He was entirely focused on making the hangover soup. He added the boiled offal, innards, and the seasoned radish greens to the boiling water and increased the heat.


    "...Add the tripe."


    "I thought you weren''t eating it."


    "I want to try."


    "...? Well, it''s good you changed your mind. The soup would feel iplete without the tripe."


    Dominic, as if waiting for Ian''s words, also added therge chunk of tripe to the pot. The familiar aroma began to spread.


    "Just by smelling it, it feels like it''s curing the hangover."


    Beside him, rice in the pot was almost ready.


    <em>''When ites to hangover remedies, it''s Yangpyeong hangover soup!''</em>


    Bean sprout soup was good too, but unfortunately, bean sprouts weren''t amonly avable ingredient in this world.


    <em>''When I return to the vige, I''ll grow them right away.''</em>


    He had asked for seeds, so it should be possible soon. The day he''d get to enjoy Jeonju-style bean sprout rice soup with thinly sliced squid wasn''t far off.


    "Come on, be careful since it''s hot. Oh, you can tell by the color, right? It''s spicy."


    Dominic had even added the rarely used Cheongyang pepper. It was a proper hangover soup. It looked quite good considering it was made hastily. The spicy aroma stung the nose, and the soup, with a hint of chili oil on top and filled with ingredients, seemed quite generous.


    <em>''Did I make too much?''</em>


    Dominic, who had been responsible for feeding fishermen who ate twice as much as the average person, had unintentionally developed a heavy hand. Even this hangover soup filled an entire pot.


    "Well, if there''s any leftover, we can eat it tomorrow."


    As he nonchntly said and scooped up adle,


    "Ugh!"


    The alcohol-tormented stomach rxed in an instant, and a burp naturally came out.


    "Nothing beats a hot, spicy soup for a hangover!"


    There was a guy who cured hangovers with pizza or burgers, one who said Pyongyang cold noodles were the best, one who just drank water, and one who insisted on more alcohol for hangovers. Among friends in his previous life, there were diverse preferences for hangover foods, making it difficult to agree on a choice after drinking. But now, it was different.


    <em>''If you''re holding thedle, you decide. If you don''t like it, make it yourself.''</em>


    Dominic was always a fan of hot and spicy soup for hangovers.


    <strong>Gulp-</strong>


    "...?"


    While devouring the hangover soup and rice, he heard someone nearby swallowing saliva.

 Chapter 25

    Chapter 25


    <strong>#Acquiring the Farm (4)</strong>


    While still busy chewing on the hay, when he turned around, Laki and his parents, apanied by a few neighbors, stood in an awkward posture.


    Despite having removed their worn-out straw hats and attempting to disy some decorum, their gazes remained fixed on the simmering pot, impossible to divert.


    "We had intended to extend our greetings. But..."


    Laki hesitated, wearing an embarrassed expression.


    "Oh! Please, join us. We''ve prepared an ample feast."


    Due to his hangover, Laki had only nibbled on a few pieces of bread on his way here. Given his youthful appetite, he must have been quite hungry.


    <em>''Politeness should not be forsaken over a meal.''</em>


    This was one of Dominic''s firmly held convictions.


    After all, grudges rted to food tended to linger longer than one might anticipate.


    "Oh, no, sir! We don''t know how to express our gratitude for your rescue. How can we repay you..."


    "It''s our obligation to host you! If you have a preference... for potatoes..."


    "Potatoes are wonderful. They''re excellent, but for now, please savor this. It''s at its finest when it''s warm."


    Dominic, sporting a warm smile, handed them a pot of rice and hangover soup.


    "It''s just in rice with meat soup," he remarked with a chuckle as he served them.


    Despite the substantial amount, it was evident that there wasn''t enough to feed all seven people, including Laki, since Dominic and Ian had already helped themselves.


    <strong>Gulp-gulp.</strong>


    "Ah...!"


    "Phew, phew!"


    Yet, despite the limited quantity, everyone began eating eagerly, almost as if it were a battle meal.


    Despite the potential aversion to the spicy cuisine and unfamiliar ingredients, there was no indication of any reluctance.


    <em>''We''re definitely going to run out''</em> Dominic thought as he observed the group.


    Setting aside his spoon, Dominic returned to the pot. He delved into his backpack, retrieved a few spices, and effortlessly began peeling the skin off the fresh potatoes growing nearby.


    "How can I assist?"


    Ian ced his spoon down and approached Dominic, offering to lend a hand.


    "Peel the potatoes and grate them."


    "Got it."


    "They should be thinly sliced and uniform!"


    "...Understood."


    Dominic, seemingly prepared for this, continued to provide guidance to Ian, who started slicing the potatoes without a word.


    <strong>Chop-chop-chop-chop!</strong>


    Laki, ncing at Ian''s adept knife work, mistakenly thought, ''Knights are naturally skilled with knives!'' Unaware that Ian''s knife skills were the result of Dominic''s persistent coaching.


    <strong>Sizzle!</strong>


    Dominic poured a generous amount of oil into the heated pan andmenced frying a thin batter made from grated potatoes, flour, and salt.


    The edges turned a golden brown, and the delightful aroma of the cooking oil wafted through the air.


    "Laki, see that ck sauce?"


    "This one?"


    "Yes, just dip a little and try it."


    "Okay!"


    Before they knew it, after swiftly consuming the hangover soup, everyone watched eagerly as Dominic prepared potato pancakes.


    Their eyes held a sense of longing, much like baby birds waiting for nourishment.


    <em>''We owe him, but that looks too delicious!''</em>


    <em>''When was thest time I had something this hearty...''</em>


    <em>''I just want to have a little more...''</em>


    The family, who toiled tirelessly as farmers, had never experienced a day without dirt under their nails, regardless of rain or wind. However, everything they harvested was taken away by the Rondo Trading Company, and they were left with only a few bags of millet, barely enough for survival.


    ["Nari, could you, perhaps, share a bit of the wheat with us?"]


    ["What? Wheat? Hmph! You''re already ruing interest, and you''re still so greedy! If you don''t want a whipping, leave now!"]


    Moreover, wasn''t Laki nearly taken away to work for them simply because he was big and strong?


    But a few days ago, soldiers from the domain, their faces pale, arrived at the farm. The manager from the Rondo Trading Company, who had always kept watch over the family from the watchtower, was bound and taken away.


    "Sir, what in the world is happening...?"


    "Ah, it will be clear after the trial, but in fact, the conclusion is almost certain. There''s overwhelming evidence."


    "A trial?"


    "It has be evident that these scoundrels were breaking thew. You all will soon be free. It may not fullypensate for the hardships you''ve endured, but I believe the lord will seize the Rondo Trading Company''s assets and provide you with a constion fee."


    That night, the three families wept through the night.


    They cried for the days when they couldn''t even enjoy a proper piece of bread.


    They cried as they looked at each other''s faces, prematurely aged under the scorching sun.


    Yet, they felt a sense of happiness, knowing that they could finally break free.


    "We don''t have much, but please, have a bite."


    When the parents and neighbors were presented with these unfamiliar pancakes and hesitated to pick up their forks due to the awkwardness, Laki quickly intervened.


    While Laki had seldom tasted Dominic''s cooking, he had unwavering faith, having witnessed the vigers constantly beseeching Dominic to prepare meals during his stay in Evergreen.


    Even if Dominic wasn''t a gourmet chef, what did it matter?


    To Laki, he was already the best person in the world.


    "Phew, phew! Wow! This is delicious!"


    "Isn''t it? I whipped it up quickly, but it''s the kind of vor that keeps youing back."


    Personally, Dominic preferred pancakes finely ground and mixed with starch flour, but the ones made with grated ingredients also had their unique appeal in terms of texture.


    <em>''Everything tastes better when enjoyed outdoors.''</em>


    Even if you merely wrap rice in seaweed and eat it, it''s delicious when savored outdoors.


    "...It''s, it''s so delectable... sniff...!"


    Suddenly, tears welled up. It was Laki''s mother.


    "Mom!"


    "Sniff, sniff! I''m sorry! On such a good day... sniff!"


    She tried to stifle her tears, but it wasn''t easy.


    Tears have a way of spreading.


    Even the men tried to hold back tears, looking up at the sky and coughing intermittently.


    "I... I''m not sure if this is the right moment to bring this up, but..."


    At that moment, Dominic spoke hesitantly.


    "I was nning to discuss itter, but since everyone''s here, I''ll suggest it now. Do you all have any ns?"


    It felt awkward to broach the topic of work amid such heightened emotions, but to proceed with the farm''s revitalization as nned, he needed to act swiftly.


    "ns? Like...?"


    "Oh! Whether you intend to return to your hometown or prepare for another job, things of that nature."


    Upon hearing Dominic''s words, the farmers exchanged nces, their tension palpable.


    Their faces reflected the weight of their deliberations.


    Since the manager of the Rondo Trading Company had been taken away by the domain''s soldiers, they had convened every evening to discuss their future.


    What should they do next?


    Should they depart or stay?


    The decision was straightforward, but they hadn''t reached a consensus.


    They still didn''t own thend. Even if the farmers decided to stay, they would have to vacate if the newndowner wished it.


    "Sir, all we''ve ever known is farming. If... if you''d permit us, could we continue farming on thisnd?"


    Laki''s father asked nervously, wiping the sweat from his palms onto his clothes while uttering those few words, a clear indicator of his anxiety.


    "Oh, thank you!"


    He bowed deeply.


    However, as if all their concerns had been groundless, Dominic wore a smile and sped the weathered hand of the farmer.


    "Ah, I was quite anxious that you might decide to leave the farm. Hahaha! Shall we draw up abor contract then?"


    "Pardon?"


    "My terms are straightforward. Your main task is to manage the farm effectively. Ah, but I would like to im all the crops. I''m barely making ends meet as it is. Instead, I''ll pay you in gold coins, divided into four installments throughout the year. How does that sound?"


    "Well..."


    "I willpensate you generously. You might need to work harder since we won''t be using fertilizers. And if you require additional assistance during the harvest season, simply let me know, and I''ll hire moreborers. I believe these terms are fair."


    Dominic began enumerating the terms of employment as if he had been eagerly awaiting this moment.


    The farmers simply nodded, their expressions somewhat vacant.


    "It might be better to take things slowly."


    "Excuse me?"


    "Have you noticed their expressions?"


    "Ah! I suppose I was too preupied with what I wanted to convey. Take your time to consider it, and inform me when you''re ready. I n to stay here for a few days."


    With Ian''s intervention, Dominic finally ceased speaking.


    The farmers still appeared bewildered, as if they couldn''t fully grasp the situation.


    It was evident that Laki would have a lot to exin that evening.


    "Can we use that watchtower?"


    "Certainly. It was used by the managers, so it should befortable enough for a few days."


    The sun was now setting.


    **


    "So, you had intended to hire them all along?"


    "Absolutely."


    "Out of sympathy?"


    "Out of necessity."


    The view of the sunset from the watchtower was truly breathtaking.


    Dominic and Ian, seemingly in unspoken agreement, conversed as they watched the fading light.


    "While I may not be well-versed in farming, I do listen. Differentnds and regions have varying nting and harvesting times, levels of rainfall, and so on. Even the depth at which seeds should be sown and the amount of water required can differ. Where could we find someone more knowledgeable about this farm than these people?"


    "I see. But you seemed certain they wouldn''t leave. How did you know?"


    Though Dominic had initially asked, "Do you have any ns to leave?" Ian realized that Dominic had been confident that the farmers would stay.


    "If I were in their shoes, I would have been eager to leave this farm. I would have wanted to depart the moment I gained my freedom."


    "That''s because you''re resilient."


    "...What?"


    "People like you, the strong ones, can easily change their residence or surroundings. You can live wherever you please and then return to your hometown. But ordinary folks can''t do that. If they have a family andnd, that ce bes their hometown. What''s so special about a hometown?"


    Struck by Dominic''s casual words, Ian was left speechless, his lips trembling. Yet, he couldn''t find the words to respond.


    <em>''So, the ability to leave was indeed a privilege.''</em>


    The young knight, Ian, who had departed from his hometown, was beginning to feel a surge of emotions.

 Chapter 26

    Chapter 26


    <strong>#The Wizard is High-level Personnel (1)</strong>


    The following day,


    Upon waking, the leaders of three households made their way to the watchtower to meet with Dominic. They nodded in agreement as they listened attentively to Dominic''s exnation.


    "So, you''re suggesting that we engage in farming without the use of fertilizers?"


    "Yes, it will be challenging, but it''s essential that you adopt this approach."


    "Um... Would you mind examining these?"


    Farmers who had recollected Dominic''s advice from the previous day had brought various crops in baskets since the early morning.


    The assortment included root vegetables such as potatoes and sweet potatoes, fruits like tomatoes, eggnts, and pumpkins, as well as leafy greens resembling lettuce.


    "What are all of these?"


    All the crops in the baskets shared amon characteristic.


    They were rtively small in size and disyed irregr shapes. asionally, the coloration wasn''t particrly appealing either.


    "We made an effort to select those that are least susceptible to pests... but they don''t appear very appealing, do they?"


    "Is this...?"


    "Yes, Chief. These are crops cultivated without the use of fertilizers."


    The farmers, who had been suffering crop losses under the watchful eye of the Rondo Trade Company, revealed their strategy after much deliberation.


    "In truth, they''ve been discarding the oddly-shaped ones because they had no market value. We figured we could take those without raising any eyebrows... So, we intentionally refrained from using fertilizer on certain fields."


    But how could anyone survive on just a few bags of potatoes?


    The answer to that question finally emerged.


    While it was undoubtedly a clever ruse, who could me them?


    "So, if you''ve been doing this in secret, the quantity can''t be all that substantial, right?"


    "Well..."


    Dominic had assumed that the amount grown for the three households'' consumption wouldn''t be significant, but...


    "Actually, we were nning to make our escape this autumn. We thought we''d need to save some money for that..."


    Laki''s father scratched the back of his head, feeling embarrassed, and let out a chuckle.


    "Feeling like it''s now or never, we expanded our operation quite a bit."


    "In that case... Oh my! I''ll purchase everything!"


    "R-really?"


    "Of course! I''ll make a separate payment for this. Thanks to you, we can expedite our ns! Hahahaha!"


    Dominic was filled with joy.


    "Things are turning out this way?"


    After being led by Laki''s father to the fields where no fertilizer was used, Dominic was once again pleasantly surprised.


    "It''s actually muchrger than I imagined?"


    The farmers of this farm possessed the audacity of rural folks. Abstaining from using fertilizer on half of their farnd, especially under close scrutiny from the overseer, required extraordinary courage.


    "What would you have done if you had been caught?"


    "We had nned to im that the crops had fallen ill. The folks at the watchtower don''t know much about farming. We might have faced a fewshings, but we considered it a reasonable trade-off..."


    "Chief, right here."


    Laki, who seemed to have prepared ahead of time, presented a piece of cloth.


    The cloth bore a rough charcoal sketch of the farm, with some sections marked to indicate where each crop was growing.


    "Did you draw this?"


    "Yes, I thought it would make it easier for you to understand."


    Despite his illiteracy, the boy clearly possessed a sharp intellect.


    <em>''I should definitely teach him to read and write.''</em>


    With proper education, he might even secure a position at a guild office in the future.


    And if things didn''t go as nned? Not a problem. He could always find a fallback job at Anton Trading Company.


    Unbeknownst to Laki, Dominic had his educational aspirations well thought out.


    "Excellent. You''ll oversee production and harvest as you go back and forth between the farm and the vige. For crop deliveries, you can liaise with Anton Trading Company."


    "Me, me?"


    "Yes. Or should I handle it? Do you have any idea how busy I am?"


    Now that he had prepared and enjoyed tteokbokki, the next tasks on his list were to fry chicken and make jjajangmyeon.


    "So, you need to learn how to read and do arithmetic as well. There''s quite a bit to do."


    "Just leave it to me, and I''ll do my best! Vige Chief, thank you!"


    Although Dominic had only delegated some bothersome chores, Laki''s eyes welled up with tears as he repeatedly bowed.


    "Ah, Vige Chief, thank you! Thank you!"


    "Congrattions! Well done!"


    Not only Laki but also Laki''s father wore a contorted expression on his weathered face, expressing gratitude repeatedly with a look that was difficult to interpret as either a smile or tears. The surrounding congrattory words were merely a bonus.


    Everyone was delighted as if they had achieved something personally.


    <em>''Is it really something to be this joyful about, considering the effort it will take tomute between the farm and the vige?''</em>


    Dominic shrugged and made his way toward the wagon.


    It was time to return to the vige afterpleting the farm inspection.


    **


    "Evergreen?"


    A frence mage who was browsing through quests at the mercenary guild couldn''t help but chuckle at the unfamiliar name.


    "Yes, it''s a small fishing vige located on the coast of Count Sinir''s territory. They''re in urgent need of a mage."


    "Hmm-. What could a fishing vige possibly need a mage for?"


    "Well, they specified that any mage capable of using 2nd-ss magic like rm or Copy would suffice. The risk level is only half a star. The pay, however, is on the lower side."


    As the guild employee mentioned, thepensation for the task wasn''t anything remarkable. Consequently, no one had taken up the quest so far.


    "Because it''s such a remote area, mages aren''t interested. So, they''ve added amodation as an incentive."


    "Huh? Amodation? Really? For how long?"


    "They''ll provide it for up to three months."


    "I''ll take it!"


    Perot''s eyes sparkled with enthusiasm.


    She was so timid that she''d faint at the sight of blood. Naturally, she never considered bing a war mage, and even monster hunting, a primary source of ie for mages, was something she had only ventured into once or twice under her master''s guidance.


    Perot possessed the pride butcked the qualifications to be a b mage,'' and she had vehemently declined any attempts by nobles to influence her.


    Eventually, making a living became a concern.


    "Are you sure you want to go?"


    "Yes. They''re offering amodation, so I''ll just craft some magical items there. Then, I''ll earn enough to live and enjoy myself for another year or so."


    "Perot, you... Alright, I''ll consider it epted."


    "Please do."


    That''s how a somewhat unremarkable and mediocre mage ended up in Evergreen.


    **


    After a series of wagon rides, she finally arrived in Evergreen.


    Perot couldn''t help but rate her initial impression of the vige as 120 out of 100.


    <strong>Shoosh-.</strong>


    <strong>Creak, creak!</strong>


    "Stay hidden, your hair is sticking out! Are you peeking?"


    "Kyahaha!"


    The sound of waves and seabirds provided a serene background melody along the tranquil coastline. Children frolicked on hills adorned with vibrant blooms, theirughter filling the air.


    The vige buildings were coated in gleaming white lime, and their roofs were adorned with orange tiles, creating a picturesque scene. This transformation had been initiated by the senior fishermen at the start of the year, coinciding with Dominic assuming the role of vige chief.


    [If we''re renovating, it''s better to have a unified look. Buying materials in bulk will also be cost-effective.]


    Though hecked any particr artistic talent, his experience in food presentation had taught him the importance of ''coordination'' at the very least.


    And now, the impact of that coordination was evident in its ability to captivate a mage with an appreciation for beauty.


    "I was concerned because it''s rural, but this ce is so charming! The next three months will be delightful."


    The vista of the sea from the hill had the power to soothe the weary heart of a mage who had embarked on a lengthy journey.


    The pristine white sandy beach and the crystalline waves crashing upon it seemed endlessly captivating, even if one were to gaze upon them all day long.


    It was the epitome of tranquility.


    "There are chairs in a setting like this? May I sit?"


    Wooden benches were scattered throughout the hill, and from every vantage point, the breathtaking scenery stretched out before her.


    Forgetting her initial purpose of finding the vige chief who had made the request, Perot was happily savoring her leisure time, a smile gracing her lips.


    Meanwhile, in the vige, Dominic was anxiously awaiting the arrival of a wizard scheduled to reach today.


    "Why hasn''t the wizard arrived yet?"


    "Wizards are known to be a bit unpredictable. They tend to do things on their terms."


    "Hey, don''t say that out loud, old man. If the wizard takes offense and departs, we''ll be at a loss."


    "Do you think Ick tact?"


    Carlon had casually taken up residence in a corner of Dominic''s workspace, lounging and engaging in conversation.


    "Is there any food?"


    "You just had lunch, didn''t you? You even had seconds."


    "Snacking is a different matter. Men like me naturally have hearty appetites."


    "Whatever..."


    Dominic grumbled, but his hands were busy creating something.


    "But Dominic, why are you pounding the dough with a meat mallet?"


    "I''m making waffles."


    "What are those?"


    "They''re delicious."


    "Then I''ll take five."


    "What will I eat then? Have three."


    "Dominic, look at my size. Where would I go with just three?"


    "Then don''t eat any from the start. It would be nice not to waste your taste buds."


    "Ugh."


    He wasn''t unfamiliar with baking, but it wasn''t something he did frequently.


    <em>''It''s quitebor-intensive, this.''</em>


    Desserts could never constitute a full meal, at least ording to Dominic''s philosophy. The intricacies of dessert preparation were beyond description, and so he naturally steered clear of it. Moreover, the sensitivity of dessert-making to temperature variations made it easy to mess up, further discouraging him from trying. But today, for some inexplicable reason, he was craving something sweet and had decided to whip up some waffle batter.


    "Old man, can you grab some apple jam from over there?"


    "I prefer strawberry jam."


    "Hey, waffles pair perfectly with apple jam. Take what you''re given."


    These weren''t Belgian waffles, adorned with fresh fruit, whipped cream, ice cream, a drizzle of maple syrup, and a sprinkle of cinnamon powder. Nor were they croffles, with their butteryyers and delicate crumbly texture.


    "Sometimes I just crave simple waffles like these. There are days when I prefer frozen pork belly over premium cuts, you know?"


    In reality, these waffles were a humble street-food version because he couldn''t quite master the temperature control needed for luxurious whipped cream. But once they were done, they looked mouthwatering enough.


    After freshly baking the thin waffle batter, he generously spread the apple jam he had prepared earlier. The jam melted slightly, trickling down like honey and glistening with a golden hue.


    "Enjoy your meal!"


    <strong>Crunch!</strong>


    "Ah, it''s hot! Phew, phew!"


    Calron rushed in immediately.


    After taking a sizable bite, he reacted as if the roof of his mouth had been scorched. Then his eyes widened asrge asnterns.


    <strong>Crunch-</strong>


    "What''s this? It''s crunchy."


    "It''s pearl sugar. Nice texture, right?"


    "Pearl sugar? You''re alwaysing up with something unique, huh? Heh heh, I like it though."


    Dominic, who aimed to infuse an element of fun even into a simple waffle, had prepared pearl sugar first thing in the morning.


    "It''s my first time making it from scratch, and it turned out better than I expected."


    After melting the sugar over very low heat, he went through the meticulous process of drying, crushing, and breaking it into pieces.


    By incorporating this pearl sugar into the batter, the sugar wouldn''t dissolve while baking, maintaining its form. When you bit into the finished waffle, it would crunch like cracking ice, providing a delightful texture.


    Calron, who seemed to relish the yful texture and sweet pastry, managed to devour therge waffle in just three bites.


    "Want another one?"


    "Yes, please. You should have some too, Sir Knight. It''s best when it''s hot."


    "Thank you."


    Ian, too, hesitated for a moment at the first bite but then consumed his treat faster than usual.


    All three of them were deeply engrossed in savoring their snacks, mouths too full for conversation.


    It didn''t take long for just one waffle to remain among the many they had prepared.


    "I''m the oldest here, so it''s mine!"


    "Hey, I''m the one who made them! Step aside, please."


    "Hmm, hmm. I''ve only had two so far..."


    Even Ian, who rarely indulged in overeating, was turning a bit red from his desire, making Dominic feel a tad guilty inside.


    <em>''I should make sweet treats more often.''</em>


    As the three of them continued to face off over thest waffle, it somehow mysteriously floated into the air.

 Chapter 27

    Chapter 27


    <strong>#The Wizard and the High-Level Talents (2)</strong>


    <strong>Growl~!</strong>


    Perot, who had been seated on the cliff overlooking the sea for some time, savoring the picturesque view, swiftly turned her attention elsewhere when she heard a hearty rumble emanating from her stomach.


    Wizards might lead solitary lives, away from prying eyes, but Perot was well acquainted with the pangs of embarrassment.


    <em>''I wonder if there is any ce that sells decent food.''</em>


    After all, sustenance was a necessity.


    With a vigorous wave of her arm, Perot descended towards the nearby vige.


    Even if the quaint and charming vige had subpar fare, she was prepared to endure it for a few days.


    <em>''If it''s truly inedible, I''ll simply prepare a meal myself. I''ve managed to master the intricate realm of magical engineering, so cooking should pose no challenge,''</em> Perot mused, approaching the vige with unwarranted confidence.


    Then, a delightful whiff of freshly baked bread wafted into her nostrils.


    "Ah? What''s this delicious smell!"


    She inhaled deeply, yet the scent of bread dissipated like a mirage in the desert.


    "Hey, kid!"


    "Yes?"


    "Is there a bakery nearby?"


    "A bakery? We don''t have one in our vige."


    "What? Then what was that delightful scent just now?"


    Perot hurriedly interrogated the local children but didn''t receive the response she had hoped for.


    "I''m pretty sure I caught a whiff of something delicious! Do you happen to know any skilled cooks around here, especially when ites to baking bread?"


    "Something delicious... hmm..."


    She figured that if there was such an enticing aroma, the person responsible for it must have gained quite a reputation in the vige.


    <em>''I could just ask them for a taste of their freshly baked bread and offer something in return!''</em>


    However, the child continued to shake his head.


    "We don''t have anyone like that. Maybe you should ask the elder brother."


    "Elder brother?"


    "Yes, that would be the vige chief."


    Perot couldn''t help but wonder, <em>''Isn''t a vige chief usually an older man or a somewhat stern middle-aged figure? What does ''vige chief is a brother'' even mean?''</em>


    "The vige chief prepares delicious meals every day. He shares them with the fishermen, and if there''s any left, he gives some to us too. But not today."


    "Yeah, there weren''t any leftovers today."


    "Let''s ask him to make more tomorrow!"


    "I hope it''s that amazing stew we had before."


    "I''m craving chicken skewers!"


    Children''s attention spans are notoriously short.


    After providing Perot with information about the "vige chief brother," the children swiftly returned to their own activities.


    <em>''So, there''s a good cook around here, huh?''</em>


    She felt relieved.


    Considering that the vige chief had specifically requested her assistance, he would probably be willing to share some of his freshly baked bread.


    <em>''Hmm, what kind of bread could it be? It must be as delectable as it smells!''</em>


    Humming a tune, Perot made her way to Dominics kitchen, as directed by the children.


    "It''s mine; I''m the eldest!"


    "Hey, I baked it! You should give in."


    "Hmm, I''ve only had two so far..."


    However, as she passed by the kitchen window, she stumbled upon an unexpected scene.


    <em>''What? Is there only one piece left?''</em>


    She witnessed three men engaged in a heated argument over thest slice of bread.


    Panic set in.


    <em>''I haven''t had a meal since this morning, and it doesn''t look like there are any restaurants around here. Darn it!''</em>


    Her Master had always told her, "Perot, if only you could control your insatiable appetite, you could ovee any obstacle."


    But once again, Perot failed to heed her Master''s advice.


    Her voracious appetite was a problem that couldn''t be easily solved with a few words of wisdom.


    "Whistle!"


    A sharp, brief whistle escaped her lips, and thest remaining waffle, which had garnered the attention of three individuals, levitated and made its way through the window to Perot.


    It all transpired in the blink of an eye.


    "Thank you for the meal!"


    The final waffle, generously thered with apple jam, vanished into the mouth of a wizard Dominic had never encountered before in his life, apanied by an unnecessarily dazzling golden glow.


    "...A thief...girl?... No, Thief, Sir! ... No, a, a wizard?"


    Dominic was bbergasted.


    If witnessing magic unfolding before his eyes was astonishing, it was even more astounding that this ''magic'' had been wielded simply to pilfer a piece of bread!


    <em>''Aren''t wizards supposed to be rational, cold, guardians of truth and order or something?''</em>


    The wizard, who was hastily devouring the stolen waffle while also keeping an eye out in case it was reimed, appeared far from rational.


    "...This is delicious..."


    "Oh, yes. Thank you."


    After finishing the entire waffle, the wizard managed to regain herposure and offered words of appreciation.


    Dominic, who observed her, found himself speechless.


    <em>''Even if this is a rural vige, did they really send an inexperienced wizard?''</em>


    Sensing the doubt in his gaze, the wizard swiftly introduced herself.


    "I apologize; I was so famished that I momentarily lost myposure! ... I''m Perot Dianne, a 3rd-ss wizard. I''vee here in response to a request from the Mercenary Guild."


    "Ah, I see! You''re a wizard. Thank you foring all this way. I''m Dominic, the vige chief of Evergreen."


    "I''m sorry about the bread. I''d like to pay for it."


    "No need. It was just a piece of bread, after all."


    "No, I''d feel better if I paid for it. By the way, did you make this? How is it made? Can you make more? Will you sell it? How much does it cost?"


    The most pressing question for Perot, who had regained herposure, was this one.


    <em>''It was a vor I''ve never experienced before! What was that sweet square thing? Definitely not candy.''</em>


    Wizards, by their very nature, had to use their intellects extensively. If they encountered aplex form, they''d stay awake for days trying to decipher it; that''s the kind of people they were!


    Hence, beverages that banished sleep and fatigue and sweet treats thatforted weary bodies and minds were indispensable for wizards.


    <em>''If the snacks are of this quality, I won''t miss a thing for three months. I was worried, but thankfully, it''s delicious.''</em>


    Perot had a particr penchant for snacks among them. She might skip meals, but she''d never skip snacks; she was a bonafide sugar addict!


    "By the way, the mercenary guild mentioned room and board. Does that include snacks?"


    At that moment, Dominic realized how to take full advantage of this wizard''s skills.


    <em>''If handled properly, one person could fulfill three roles.''</em>


    In a vige teeming with physicalborers, the white-cor workers had been pushed to the sidelines!


    Highly skilled individuals who could shoulder all the responsibilities had arrived, lock, stock, and barrel.


    **


    A few dayster.


    Children from the vige began trickling into a small warehouse that the fishingmunity had been using.


    From kids who were constantly sniffing to fairlyrge boys and girls who would soon be adults.


    "Alright, everyone, take out your homework. Quickly, quickly!"


    "Yes, teacher!"


    "Let''s see."


    Ian and Dominic watched them with contentment from outside.


    "How did youe up with the idea to teach the children reading and math?" Ian inquired.


    "It was necessary to train Laki as a useful assistant. Besides, what harm is there in teaching a few more kids while I''m at it?" Dominic replied.


    "But still..."


    "These kids will all grow up to be proficient clerks," Dominic continued, his tone softening. "After all, the wizard will be their teacher, right?"


    "I''m relieved. I was concerned that some households might not send their kids."


    "Who would turn down free literacy education?"


    "That''s not necessarily the case. Very young kids may be one thing, but soon-to-be adults already contribute as one person."


    Dominic crossed his arms.


    "Some people might think it''s better to work during those few hours in the morning."


    "Really?"


    "Unexpected circumstances often catch people off guard."


    Fortunately, the event Dominic had been worried about didn''te to pass.


    The prominent members of the fishingmunity, true to their nature, thought, ''If we need assistance from the children, we might as well close up shop!''


    And what about the vige women?


    An elite among elites with a white face from the capital!


    A wizard of no less than 3rd-ss is personally teaching the children! And that too, for free!


    ["Don''t you see our vige transforming? If you want to secure a job up there, you need to know how to read and calcte, you little rascal!"] they would chide, persuading their hesitant children to attend the sses.


    "Perot seems to have a talent for teaching beyond what I expected."


    "That''s true. I initially thought she was a bit odd, but seeing her now, she seems perfectly fine. I almost feel guilty for enticing her with snacks."


    "...Different people have different motivations."


    Perot willingly took on the role of teaching the children, lured by the promise of an additional snack every day.


    Despite Dominic''s initial concerns about whether it would work, Perot seamlessly integrated into the vige atmosphere.


    "Now we need to start preparing for the grand opening."


    "The grand opening?"


    "The construction is nearlyplete."


    "Ah!"


    Dominic gestured toward the construction site on the outskirts of the vige.


    A resort was under construction there.


    "We need to hire staff, provide training; there''s a lot to do."


    Above all, making a strong first impression was crucial.


    "Since it''s something unheard of in this world, we need to create a spectacle right from the start... Is there a good way?"


    Promotion was the challenge at hand.


    He was confident that he could satisfy the customers once they arrived, but the unresolved issue was how to attract the first customers.


    "Our target audience is married women, correct?"


    "Yes."


    "Have you considered writing a letter to the Countess?"


    "I haven''t ruled that out, but the ''before-and-after'' scenario might not be sopelling."


    "''Before and after''?"


    "Yes, something along those lines."


    The nearlypleted resort was designed as a rxation facility for postpartum recovery among married women. It aimed to offer the ideal diet and postpartum recovery programs for noblewomen who were experiencing significant physical changes after childbirth. Simultaneously, it sought to foster a close-knitmunity among noblewomen who had given birth around the same time.


    "Inviting expectant mothers would be ideal... Wait, no, why limit ourselves to just mothers? While the maternity care center serves as the inspiration, there''s no rule stating that we can only amodate mothers. There are plenty of people in need of rejuvenation."


    For a facility that didn''t exist in this world, there was no need to strictly adhere to what was done in South Korea.


    "Countess Noe!"


    As soon as he shifted his thinking, Dominic thought of someone who could help him resolve his dilemma.

 Chapter 28

    Chapter 28


    <strong>#Resort Opening (1)</strong>


    A few weekster, an exquisite carriage, a rare sight in Evergreen, came to a stop in front of the newlypleted resort.


    "Goodness gracious, what a ce! How can something like this exist here?"


    "Oh, the invitation didn''t exaggerate in the least."


    Countess Noe and the Count, alighting from the carriage, continuously expressed their admiration as they gazed at the splendid architecture and picturesquendscapes.


    "Are you Countess Noe and the Count? We''ve been expecting your arrival. Please follow us for the check-in process."


    Staff members, dressed in navy uniforms, warmly greeted the guests with a polite and amodating demeanor.


    The reception area they were escorted to exuded tranquility, tidiness, and an air of refinement.


    "We appreciate your choice of our resort. I''m Dominic, the manager of this establishment and also the leader of Evergreen vige."


    "Well, it''s a pleasure to meet you. I''ve been wanting to chat with you, particrly about Lady Sinir."


    Countess Noe hinted in a subtly familiar tone.


    <em>''I must recruit this man as my chef during my stay here!''</em>


    The reason Countess Noe, who still maintained her plump figure, hadn''t ignored the invitation and had even brought the Count along was due to her concealed motives.


    <em>''I''ll demonstrate my influence, and he''ll willingly give up his insignificant role as vige chief. He''ll follow my lead, and even the Sinir family won''t have a word to say.''</em>


    As the head of the Noe family, which managed several thriving businesses passed down through generations, she possessed great confidence when it came to spending money.


    An excuse? How delightful!


    <em>''He had the audacity to send me an invitation first. I heard he didn''t even send one to Lady Sinir.''</em>


    She spected that perhaps this vige head was also fed up with the tightfisted Lady Sinir, who wouldn''t part with a few gold coins.


    "I''m honored that you remember me, VIP."


    "V..VIP?"


    "Yes, it''s an acronym our staff use for very important guests. I got a little flustered and slippedhaha, please forgive me."


    "A very important guest? Ohoho! Your business will certainly prosper if you can judge character like this!"


    Countess Noe was increasingly drawn to Dominic, who seemed to understand how to please a noblewoman.


    She even lightly tapped her folding fan on the sofa, clearly delighted. Her feelings were quite transparent.


    "Ah, but, mydy, our resort is somewhat different from an inn."


    "Hmm? The invitation says you provide amodations, doesn''t it?"


    "We do offer lodging, but fundamentally, our aim is to enhance your rxation and leisure."


    "...Isn''t that the same thing?"


    "Haha, you''lle to realize the difference during your stay. For now, pleaseplete this form."


    The document Dominic handed over included numerous checkboxes, including the purpose of the guest''s visit to the resort, additional requests, and preferences.


    "Postnatal recovery? No. Anniversary trip? No. Strictly speaking, I suppose it''s for rxation and a change of atmosphere?"


    "Indeed. You''ve been quite upiedtely."


    "Oh my, I have to select meals? Happy Hour? Barbecue Time? Fitness Center... Lounge Bar..."


    Although it seemed like a luxurious inn, many items on the form were unfamiliar, and the names of the amenities were all rather peculiar.


    Nevertheless, Countess Noe decided not to inquire about each one, thinking it would seem petty.


    <em>''I''ll figure it out as I go. It''s only for three days. But it might get a little dull.''</em>


    However, her concerns were unfounded.


    ***


    "Goodness gracious!"


    Upon reaching their lodging with the assistance of the baggage-carrying staff, Countess Noe was rendered speechless.


    "What in the world is this? Is this truly an inn?"


    From the outside, the property had appeared spacious, but this exceeded all expectations!


    It felt as though a series of small, exotic mansions had been nestled amid meticulouslyndscaped gardens, akin to a well-arranged park.


    "It''s like we''ve arrived at our own country estate."


    "It''s cozy but appears to be an excellent ce for a change of atmosphere."


    Even her husband seemed quite content.


    Though they hailed from noble lineage, the two-story, splendid mansion seemed more than adequate to offer a fresh experience.


    People often said that merchants lived in such homes. It felt like they were having such an experience. She also sensed a return to their honeymoon phase.


    "This is the bedroom, and this area can be used as a library space. And this ce is..."


    <strong>Swoosh!</strong>


    The tour guide leading the excursion entered the room designated for the couple and theatrically drew open the airy whitece curtains.


    Then, the hidden gem of the resort was unveiled.


    "Oh my goodness!"


    "Wow! This is truly amazing!"


    Beyond the balcony stretched a turquoise coral reef sea bordered by pristine sandy beaches.


    "This coastal area is a private beach exclusively for our resort guests. Please enjoy it at your leisure."


    Despite the staff member''s courteous words, Lady Noe was left speechless, lost in a state of euphoria, tightly clutching her husband''s hand.


    "How can this be? It''s too wonderful!"


    They had intentionally designed the beachfront and the windows and balconies to offer the most breathtaking views, so perhaps this reaction was expected.


    And, like many women, it was Lady Noe''s first genuine encounter with the sea.


    "I used to avoid coastal towns, thinking they were filled with fishy smells and rough sailors, and foreigners I couldn''t understand. But a tranquil ce like this is simply perfect!"


    She began to regret her past choices of always opting for mountain trips or retreats.


    While their apanying servants unpacked, Lord and Lady Noe strolled hand in hand through the resort''s garden.


    Here, there were no vassals or attendants to greet them every few steps, as they would have encountered in their manor. There was no intrusion here.


    "It feels like we''ve truly rxed after a long time."


    "Indeed."


    Was it because there was no one observing them? Or was it the novelty of being in a new environment?


    A sense of warmth began to flow through their intertwined fingers.


    ***


    Dinnertime was the epitome of rxation.


    A meal savored in a private coastal setting!


    The sound of the waves whetting their appetites was more enchanting than any music, and the unfamiliar culinary techniques and exquisite food presentation garnered apuse with each sessive course.


    The cuisine was exceptional, the wine superb, but the ambiance surpassed everything.


    Dim lights scattered across the beach and ingenious devices that kept swarms of insects at bay contributed to the enchanting atmosphere.


    "Ah, you seem content."


    "Can you tell from my expression?"


    "Heh, your bodynguage speaks volumes. I don''t even need to look at your face."


    Dominic, who had been observing from a distance, chuckled.


    Soon, Lady Noe would be a vocal advocate, extolling the beauty and serenity of this resort far and wide.


    Then, Perot approached energetically.


    "Vige Chief! Don''t you think there''s too much workpared to the contract? Teaching the kids in the morning, training the staff at noon, and repairing magical devices in the evening! When am I supposed to rest?"


    She appeared somewhat aggrieved.


    But Dominic was well-prepared.


    "Ah, remember the temperature-controlled oven you created? Thanks to that, vo! These are almond flour macarons. They''re quitebor-intensive, but those who enjoy them absolutely adore them..."


    "If you thought I''d fall for something like this, you were mis...mis...mistaken...!"


    Dominic, as if he had been waiting for this moment, handed over a box of twelve beautifully wrapped macarons.


    Confronted with the colorful macarons, Perot''s eyes lit up.


    "Would you like to try one? Each filling has a different vor. This is strawberry, this is cream cheese, this is blueberry, buttercream..."


    <strong>Munch!</strong>


    Before he could finish his sentence, Perot had already seized one and taken a sizable bite.


    Her eyes widened in delight as the luxurious sweetness exploded in her mouth, swiftly followed by a tingling sensation from the tangy raspberry jam that met her taste buds.


    "It''s delicious! Damn it!"


    "I would like a temperature control device installed in the private spa, if that''s possible, Wizard."


    "...Alright, I''ll get to work!"


    Aware that she was being used, Perot had no option but to turn away after securing the remaining macarons.


    After all, giving up those snacks was out of the question.


    "You might be the only one who can charm a wizard like that."


    Dominic, who treated the wizard as if dealing with a dog or cat, was just as surprised as Ian by the wizard''s gullibility.


    At least among the wizards Ian had encountered, none were as impulsive as this one.


    "All that''s left is the exercise program and diet for tomorrow morning."


    "You don''t seem concerned about it failing."


    "They have already taken a liking to this ce. Naturally, anything you do in a ce you like will seem favorable. Just wait and see how many of thedies who usually don''t exercise participate."


    "You''re that confident?"


    "Absolutely. Care to make a wager? One gold?"


    "Knights don''t make frivolous bets..."


    "Having second thoughts?"


    "...Alright, 10 gold."


    "Deal!"


    It wasn''t just Mr. and Mrs. Noe who were enchanted by the resort''s amenities.


    From the spa to the lounge bar, the cafe, and the casino facilities, the ten pairs of invited guests were genuinely relishing a refreshing break from their hectic lives.


    Customer satisfaction directly tranted to increased sales.


    Essentially, Evergreen Resort was a massive department store packaged as a ce for rxation and rejuvenation.


    ***


    The following morning,


    Situated in the heart of the resort, seven out of the tendies staying at the resort attended the women-only fitness lounge.


    The threedies who didn''t attend were either expecting a child soon or had recently given birth and needed rest, making the participation rate nearly 100%.


    Calron''s wife, a former mercenary squad leader, was invited as an instructor to wee thedies.


    The program she had prepared involved stretching-based gymnastics and some strength training with equipment.


    Ordinarily, thesedies would never have considered such exercise,ing up with various excuses.


    However, fully immersed in the delight that the resort''s unique space offered away from their daily routines, even exercise felt like a new experience!


    "The belief is that a sessful vacation involves swimming, exercising, and doing yoga!" Dominic confidently extended his hand.


    "Hand it over. 10 gold."


    "...Here you go."


    Ian admitted defeat without further ado.


    However, their joy was short-lived.


    "Vige, Vige Chief! Mrs. Owen is going intobor right now!"


    "What? Right now?"


    It appeared that today wouldn''t pass quietly after all.

 Chapter 29

    Chapter 29


    <strong>#Resort Opening (2)</strong>


    "Didn''t Mrs. Owen mention that she still has approximately two months remaining before her due date?"


    "It''s actually a month and a half!"


    The staff spoke in a hushed but urgent tone.


    "What about the midwife and the therapist?"


    "They''re in the room tending to Mrs. Owen, following the procedures we practiced."


    "What about the priest?"


    "He was the first one to hurry here."


    "Very well. It must have been quite chaotic. Let''s go quickly."


    "I''ll lead the way."


    Dominic and the other resort staff hastened their steps.


    **


    "Ah-huh!"


    A cry of pain escaped her lips.


    "Ma''am, take a deep breath. One, two. Excellent. You''re doing well."


    "Hoo, hoo! Haak!"


    "You''re okay. Good. Once more, one, two!"


    Lady Owen couldn''t find herposure due to the sudden onset ofbor pains.


    She had originally nned to go directly to her family''s mansion in Sinir when her due date approached after some rest in a tranquil setting...


    <em>''What if something goes wrong?''</em>


    Anxiety began to steadily take hold.


    She fretted over the potentialplications during childbirth that might hinder the baby''s safe delivery.


    "Concentrate on your breathing now. It will benefit the baby. Again, one, two!"


    "...Hoo-. Hoo-."


    "Good, you''re doing well."


    The experienced midwife appeared to understand the mother''s anxiety and offered reassurance in apassionate tone.


    <strong>Whoosh-.</strong>


    Then, a gentle breeze, reminiscent of a light mountain wind, swept in and caressed the mother''s face, which was damp with sweat and tears.


    Life seemed to return to the path the wind had crossed, as if it were an illusion.


    "Don''t be afraid; the goddess of life and birth is here!"


    In one corner of the delivery room, a young priest stood, channeling all his healing powers to aid the mother.


    Sensing a peculiar yetforting energy beside her, the mother began to summon her inner strength.


    <em>''Yes, why should I be afraid? The midwife is here, and so is the priest. I need to be strong so our baby can be bornfortably.''</em>


    Mrs. Owen exerted her strength once more.


    Clutching the baby socks she had been knitting until her water broke, she clung to her fading consciousness.


    "Ueup!"


    She took a deep breath and gave it her all, akin to the determination of a baby nursing.


    Her vision blurred, and she felt as if she heard a ''beep-'', like a warning signal.


    Then, a brief moment of silence.


    "Wah, wah!"


    Breaking the silence was the hearty cry of a newborn.


    Sir Owen, who had anxiously paced outside the delivery room, closed his eyes and sank to his knees.


    "God, thank you!"


    "It''s a son!"


    "Congrattions, madam!"


    "You did well, you did very well!"


    As soon as the midwife granted permission, thedy''s maid, who had apanied her, swiftly took the baby and gently bathed him in the warm water they had prepared.


    "My baby, my baby!"


    Wrapped in a white cloth and soon drifting into slumber, the baby appeared puffy from the amniotic fluid, but to the new mother''s eyes, he was more precious than any jewel in the world.


    Tears welled up in thedy''s eyes.


    Whether it was due to the pain she had experienced for the first time or the relief of having safely given birth, she couldn''t discern.


    ***


    "Did Mrs. Owen have a safe delivery?"


    "What a joyful asion!"


    "Who wouldn''t say so?"


    That evening, groups of women gathered at a restaurant within the resort, discussing Mrs. Owen and her newborn son.


    "Is it true that they had a midwife and a priest prepared in advance?"


    "Yes, it is. I inquired with the staff, and they mentioned that protocols for prenatal and postnatal care were put in ce. Apparently, some of the mothers had heard about this beforehand."


    "My goodness!"


    "I discreetly asked their maids, and they even took measures to prevent outsiders from entering during childbirth. They used a cloth to shield the lower area so only the midwife, priest, and healer could witness. Truly remarkable!"


    "Is that indeed the case?"


    Envy flickered in the eyes of several women.


    In this society, the process of childbirth was regarded as a private matter for women, irrespective of their social standing.


    It was deemed customary for anyone interested to witness the childbirth under the pretext of offering blessings.


    This prevailing atmospherepelled mothers to expose theirborious, far-from-elegant ordeal, even to those they would prefer not to.


    Declining visitors often led to suspicions like ''Don''t you want the baby to receive blessings from many people?'' making it a challenging situation to manage.


    Upon hearing about this childbirth tradition, Dominic pledged to change it in some way.


    <em>''Am I supposed to be like Louis XIV, allowing people to witness this? Absurd. No need to share that.''</em>


    He had no intention of emting France''s Sun King, who permitted visitors to witness even the queen giving birth in her chamber.


    He believed that the moment of birth should never be a spectacle.


    [May we enter to offer blessings?]


    [You cannot.]


    [What? You''re denying my blessings? Is this Mrs. Owen''s wish?]


    [This is a guest room, isn''t it? You can''t enter someone else''s room without their consent.]


    [...Then I will seek consent now. Please inquire.]


    [The guest is currently inbor, so it''s challenging to obtain a response.]


    [What nonsense is this?]


    Under Dominic''s firm instructions, the staff resisted opening the door to inquisitive visitors, stating, "You cannot enter someone else''s room."


    Initially indignant, thedies who were denied esster felt envious when they considered the situation.


    This included Lady Noe.


    Even though she had not yet experienced childbirth, she had heard much about it.


    <em>''Everyone says it''s a noble act, but you still wouldn''t want to disy it...''</em>


    Pain leaves no room for concern about others'' gazes, but disliking something is still disliking it.


    <em>''If I were to give birth at this resort, could I, like Mrs. Owen, refrain from showing the childbirth to anyone?''</em>


    Lady Noe felt that the resort, where she was peacefully resting, seemed like a sanctuary protecting her.


    The sentiments of otherdies were no different.


    News of the resort began to circte within their social circle through word of mouth.


    **


    "Hehe, we can clear all our debts in no time."


    "Are we wealthy now?"


    "Why are you acting like you contributed? I''m the wealthy one, not us."


    "Tsk, you''re so cold."


    As the resort gained stability, Dominic stopped his dailymutes and returned to idling in the kitchen.


    Despite his inactivity, resort reservations continued to pour in through the Information Guild, nearly filling up until the fall.


    "Is all of this money?"


    "Yes."


    "Phew. Well, judging by what you''re saying, it seems like everyone from both our families to acquaintances stayed here to see the baby?"


    "They would have wanted to see the baby."


    "And did you charge all of those people as well?"


    "I didn''t even have to push it, and if there were avable rooms, would you turn them down? Are you a businessperson or not?"


    Calron burst into heartyughter at that remark.


    "Passing the position of vige chief to you is the second best decision I''ve ever made in my life."


    "What''s the first?"


    "Marrying my beloved wife."


    "Ah, you''re too much."


    "Hehe."


    "Anyway, looking at these reservations, there are many inquiries from expectant mothers who wish to give birth at the resort. And they are seriously considering constructing a temple for the Goddess of Life in our vige."


    "A temple?"


    "In discussions with the priest, I learned that assisting with childbirth deepens one''s spiritual connection, and they are quietly hopeful about this as well."


    The two priests who had been permanently stationed at the resort were brought in with a substantial donation.


    Lately, the priests had subtly suggested to Dominic, "If more siblingse, the safety of the mothers will be assured."


    "That doesn''t sound bad at all. But do we have the funds for it? Constructing a temple can be quite costly."


    "Oh, the temple will take care of that."


    "Huh? The temple will? Howe?"


    "The people who stay at our resort are all affluent. They''ve been quite generous inpensating the temple for their assistance during childbirth."


    "Aha, so from their perspective, it''s an opportunity to train, connect with nobility, and earn money?"


    "Exactly."


    "Then let''s get started without dy. Why wait?"


    "We still need to gather the opinions of the vigers since a temple will be established in the vige."


    "Everyone will likely wee it. It''s not like we''re dealing with people deeply involved in proselytization."


    "Shall we proceed then?"


    "Yes, let''s."


    Until now, Dominic had always consulted with Calron when handling vige matters.


    "Do you trust the former vige chief?"


    "Absolutely."


    "He doesn''t sound highly educated."


    "There are things that can''t be taught through education alone; experience has its own value."


    A littleter, as Calron left for the seaweed processing nt with his hands full of snacks, Ian offered ament.


    "Stubbornness and wisdom can sometimes blur the line, can''t they? Just because someone is older and more experienced doesn''t guarantee they''ll always make the right decision."


    "You''re right. Age doesn''t automatically equate to making the right choices."


    Dominic, as always, carried out his duties calmly while responding to Ian''s remark.


    "But let me ask you, does Calron strike you as someone stuck in his ways and unable to adapt to change?"


    "Well..."


    "It wasn''t like that, was it?"


    "True, he''s quite adaptable."


    "I think so too. We should always lend an ear to the words of the elderly who aren''t rigid in their thinking, whether they can read, do math, or adhere to proper etiquette."


    "..."


    "When three people walk down a path, there''s always something to learn from at least one of them. There will definitely be someone who does something better or worse than me. We should seek to learn from those who excel and use those who fall short as examples of what not to do."


    These words echo Confucius''s wisdom, so they must hold merit, right?


    Ian, who was listening to Dominic''s speechfortably, added, "I''ve learned something from you today as well."


    Ian was indeed a humble learner.


    "Doesn''t that make me a pretty good teacher?"


    "...It means I''ve learned to be humble."


    Excessive pride found no ce in this lesson.


    "Even after all this talking... never mind, take a look at this."


    Dominic showed Ian a piece of paper he had been scribbling on intently.


    "Cooking with only the most natural and unmodified vegetables?"


    It was the appearance of a flyer.

 Chapter 30

    Chapter 30


    <strong>#Monster Extermination and Field Restaurant (1)</strong>


    "What is this? It doesn''t resemble a letter."


    "I''m considering opening a few restaurants. I thought we might require some promotional materials, so I created some. What''s your opinion?"


    Dominic had recentlyunched the resort and Ian couldn''tprehend why he was already plotting another business endeavor.


    "I never knew you were so ambitious."


    "Don''t be sarcastic. I have my reasons."


    "Isn''t the resort alone sufficient for making money?"


    "For now, yes."


    "For now?"


    Ian tilted his head, as if he didn''t grasp it.


    "Currently, the amenities and activities we provide within the resort are enough to maintain customer satisfaction. And it''s challenging to find a beach as beautiful as this one anywhere."


    "But?"


    "But, besides the naturalndscape, other aspects like facilities or services can be easily replicated bypetitors who invest money and time. That''s the issue."


    "That might be true."


    Ian, who wasn''t particrly interested in business, felt Dominic had a point.


    "But even opening restaurants can be replicated easily, can''t it?"


    "You''re right. If someone wants to emte us, they could do it rtively easily."


    "So, when that timees, you''ll create something else? It seems never-ending."


    "No. Look, we have a resort, unique restaurants, a beautiful sea, and a marketce offering unique goods. All of these are interconnected in a small town. Do you think it''s easy to duplicate this?"


    "What are you getting at?"


    "Basically, I''m talking about sustainable management for a tourism business."


    "Sustainable management? Tourism business?"


    This had been Dominic''s primary concern from the very beginning, whether he was nning the resort or postnatal care centers.


    ''It''s too easy to replicate.''


    Certainly, as the first mover, people would prefer the ''original,'' Evergreen.


    But relying solely on that without preparing for anything else didn''t align with Dominic''s approach.


    "Some people will undoubtedly grasp and execute the concept of tourism correctly. But fewer people see the bigger picture; they''re too fixated on individual details. Because it''s the easier route."


    Dominic subtly sought Ian''s reaction and paused, but Ian patiently awaited. After all, he was the one with the curiosity.


    "So, listen. I''m going to turn our town into a symbol of rxation and rejuvenation."


    "Symbol?"


    "Yes. While external elements can be replicated, it''s not simple to mimic the values they represent. A beautiful beachside town named Evergreen, brimming with serenity and tranquility! A haven for women and a retreat for contemtives! A ce whereughter never ceases, and novelty is always at hand! What are your thoughts?"


    "If it turns out as you describe, it could be a ce worth visiting at least once."


    "Ha, we''re making progress. So, our town will be overflowing with wealth, and even the neighborhood dogs will prance around with coins in their mouths. People will praise and honor me for creating such a town. They will hold me in high regard, perhaps even build shrines..."


    "That''s not amusing. Stop it."


    "Sometimes, you should go along with it; why so serious?"


    "Because youck a sense of boundaries."


    "Anyway, back to the restaurant. We need to conduct some taste tests, so please go outside and bring in some people. Preferably an equal mix of men and women."


    "Alright."


    Unbeknownst to himself, Ian had turned into Dominic''s secretary.


    <strong>Squeak-.</strong>


    As Ian stepped outside to find people, his expression gradually became more solemn.


    <em>''What is this guy thinking...''</em>


    Though he didn''t show it, Dominic''s words had a considerable impact on him.


    He spoke of regional revitalization in a way Ian had never contemted before.


    Typically, for town or regional development, people bring in artisans to create workshops to attract more merchants, or they relocate barracks or ports to facilitate the flow of goods.


    However, the vige head of a small fishing vige was talking about creating a region exclusively filled with consumer facilities, devoid of any production facilities, to encourage outsiders to visit and spend money willingly.


    <em>''He''s quite convincing.''</em>


    His tone exuded confidence, as if he didn''t even entertain the possibility of failure.


    But it didn''te across as arrogance because he already had a meticulously thought-out n in his mind.


    <em>''If this guy''s n seeds... if that happens...''</em>


    Ian''s thoughts became intricate.


    Perhaps this impolite and opportunistic individual could address his own concerns. That notion had crossed his mind.


    <em>''No, expectations often lead to disappointment.''</em>


    However, life hadn''t been generous enough to allow Ian to ce his hopes on such a small glimmer of possibility.


    ***


    Situated within Sinir Manor, the training tower.


    For several months now, its entrance had remained sealed, with only meals and a few essentials delivered at the same time each day.


    At first nce, it appeared to be a confinement for someone who hadmitted a grave offense. However, judging by the courteous demeanor of the knights guarding it, one could easily deduce the identity of the upant.


    "Hahaha! This fellow''s antics are truly extraordinary!"


    The tower''s proprietor and the figure whomanded unwavering loyalty from the Sinir family''s knights was Lord Theodore Sinir.


    Despite his white hair and beard, his bulging muscles could intimidate knights in their twenties.


    He chuckled heartily while perusing a letter that apanied his meal.


    "Ah, I should venture out of the tower soon, just to get a glimpse of this vige."


    As he released his meditation pose and swung his cherished sword, it emitted a burst of light.


    "I never expected to make a breakthrough at this age. Haha. I ought to bestow a gift. What would be suitable?"


    With another light swing of his wrist, the sword, which had been glowing, dimmed as if it had never shone at all.


    Despite achieving a new level after surmounting a decades-long teau, Lord Theodore remained within the tower for the time being, as he considered himself a warrior, not a politician.


    <em>''I prefer not to create amotion by going public. Dealing with trivial matters in myter years doesn''t appeal to me.''</em>


    Even though he had achieved something that could potentially disrupt the empire, he concentrated on stabilizing his newfound power and refrained from leaving the tower.


    However, his curiosity regarding the resort created by the vige head of Evergreen couldn''t be suppressed.


    "First, I''ll step out and see my grandson."


    <strong>Kuwoong-.</strong>


    Finally, the tower opened, and another Swordmaster was born in the empire.


    ***


    "Sir Knight."


    "Go on."


    "I have a serious proposition to make."


    "If it''s futile, spare me."


    "This is genuinely important, so listen attentively."


    "...What is it?"


    "Would you contemte relocating your base to our vige?"


    Ian had his suspicions, and they were confirmed.


    Dominic, sitting in the carriage, was indulging in his usual nonsensical banter. He must have been bored.


    "It''s not a jest! Look, if you move your stronghold to our vige, I''ll grant you the position of vige chief!"


    "......"


    "Our vige is no longer a ce to be underestimated. You''ve witnessed it. What do you think? Are you interested?"


    "I''d prefer a more discreet approach."


    "Well, it''s not like it''s a disadvantage for the knight either, right? Can''t you be both a vige chief and a knight? There''s now against it. The vige chief doesn''t have any, what was it? Ah, yes! No moonlighting use!"


    "Tsk."


    Dominic made an exasperated sound because that day hade again.


    "Curse these vige chief meetings. Always so lengthy and full of pointless chatter."


    "Mind yournguage!"


    "No, really. Once a quarter would suffice."


    "How can someone who''s a vige chief say that about vige chief meetings?"


    "We consistently send out well-structured reports about the vige''s changes and new developments. Do we truly need face-to-face meetings? When we do meet, it''s all trivialities."


    "You should contribute from time to time. You appear to know everything, but then it seems like you know nothing."


    "Why are you insulting me?"


    "You''re astute."


    The tense atmosphere momentarily lightened.


    Thanks to that, Ian felt at ease in continuing.


    "As you mentioned, all the essential information is conveyed through letters. However, you see, letters can be easily forged, both in their reception and dispatch, by anyone."


    "...Ah."


    "So, it''s crucial for us to verify in person that the information has been urately conveyed and that nothing is amiss."


    It was a straightforward matter.


    This cecked registered mail or email.


    <em>''I keep forgetting the most fundamental things.''</em>


    Dominic, once again rendered speechless, heard Ian add.


    "Furthermore, at times, the lord sends directives to the vige chiefs."


    Dominic, who had only experienced situations such as being abducted in broad daylight or forcibly taken away by soldiers among high-ranking officials, couldn''tprehend.


    "Why is this all so humane and gentlemanly..."


    "Hmm, hmm."


    Ian had no response to Dominic''s muttered words.


    In the ensuing silence, the only sound was the asional jingling of the bell attached to the donkey''s neck.


    ***


    The vige chiefs gathered at the lord''s castle were all paying attention to Dominic, and everyone was acting amicably without a care.


    "I had no idea you were such a savvy businessman. So, if there''s something worth coborating on with our vige, don''t hesitate to bring it up. How about it? I''d like to treat you to dinner tonight."


    "Hey, buddy! If you''re looking to do business, you should consider our vige, right? We''ve got high-quality iron mines and a solid ie! We even have a joint fund saved up. Do you enjoy liquor?"


    "Why is everyone making it tough for Chief Evergreen! ... But, can you also help with a resort reservation? My daughter-inw is about to give birth."


    People discussing business, requesting resort reservations, and others just seeking towork all approached him in a haphazard manner.


    Thanks to this, Dominic couldn''t simply sit idly.


    <em>''This is more exhausting, isn''t it?''</em>


    <strong>Knock, knock.</strong>


    At that moment, an attendant poked his head into the meeting room where the vige chief meeting was taking ce.


    "Chiefs, there''s one more item added to the agenda."


    "Now you tell us?"


    "You should have informed us beforehand! We were nearly finished."


    "Apologies, but the meeting with the lord and his advisors only just concluded."


    "Hmm. Well, nothing can be done now... So, what''s the additional agenda?"


    A vige chief who had been about toin significantly straightened up upon learning it was the oue of the lord''s meeting with advisors.


    "Before the fall arrives, we intend to eradicate monsters, so each vige should make preparations."


    Finally, a genuine agenda item was ced on the vige chief meeting''s agenda.

 Chapter 31

    Chapter 31


    <strong>#Monster Extermination and Field Restaurant (2)</strong>


    "Oh! Are we finally having a monster hunt this year?"


    "How extensive is the military force? And for how long will itst?"


    "Where''s the meeting point? Kenbain Castle? Or is it Delte Castle?"


    In contrast to Dominic, who felt tension at the mention of "monster," some vige chiefs disyed open enthusiasm, eager to gather more information from the administrator.


    "Um, isn''t monster hunting perilous?"


    "Huh? Haha! Is that the case! Is this your maiden voyage?"


    "Yes, it is. This is my first year as a vige chief, and I haven''t been settled in this area for long"


    "Then you probably aren''t fully familiar with the situation here."


    Sitting beside him, another vige chief, who held a favorable disposition toward him, offered a thorough exnation.


    "Have you ever encountered a monster in this region?"


    "...No?"


    "Exactly. Historically, our southern region has had few monster sightings. The sea, desert, and mountains serve as natural barriers."


    "I''ve heard that the south is strategically secure."


    You catch on quickly. So, unlike other regions, the south doesn''t frequently conduct monster hunts. Nevertheless, there are times when monster poptions proliferate."


    "So, the objective is to prevent that!"


    "Exactly."


    Every few years, the monster ecosystem bes unstable. Either one species reproduces rapidly, or the emergence of a formidable creature disrupts the food chain.


    The lords of the south, through reconnaissance, notify the neighboring territories and summon troops to quell the monsters.


    "So it seems like the other vige chiefs are quite excited about this. Am I mistaken?"


    "Not necessarily. It''s a hazardous endeavor, so feeling apprehensive is understandable. However, these hunting operations often bring substantial benefits to each vige."


    "Benefits?"


    "Since this deployment wasn''t nned, they will need to secure supplies, manpower, and provisions. Where will they get all of this?"


    "Ah!"


    "As you''ve likely experienced, our lord is not one to generously cover these expenses. Hence, everyone is eager for this opportunity."


    Listening to the exnation, he noticed themonality among the enthusiastic vige chiefs.


    <em>''Viges with extensive farnds, mines, or burgeoning poptions!''</em>


    It was evident that regions capable of readily providing the necessary resources would reap rewards from this opportunity.


    <em>''Wow, this is truly enticing.''</em>


    Although Dominic was already umting wealth, who wouldn''t be pleased with an extra bonus?


    However, it appeared unlikely that Evergreen would receive a share of the benefits, regardless of how much he pondered.


    In essence, it was an unrealistic prospect.


    "Sir, the lord is summoning you."


    "Me?"


    "Yes."


    At that moment, Dominic, who was deeply contemting the situation with regret, received a summons from the administrator bearing the news.


    He entered Lord Sinir''s well-known office and conference room.


    "I''vee to see the lord!"


    He managed to avoid using archaic, historical dramanguage, as he had practiced enough.


    "Have you heard about the monster hunt?"


    "Yes."


    "I have a proposal regarding that."


    "For me? Oh, no, do you mean for your humble servant?"


    Caught off guard by the unexpected words of the lord, he initially responded informally but quickly corrected himself under the cold gazes of the other administrators and knights present.


    However, the lord was not one to be concerned with such formalities; he simply proceeded to convey his message.


    "You will be in charge of the field kitchen for our territorial troops."


    The main point came as a surprise.


    This unmistakably confirmed that he was the son of the old lord.


    "Isn''t this typically a task for kitchen soldiers or the castle chef?"


    "Indeed, it is. The castle chef is an excellent cook. However, having witnessed someone who can manage the soldiers'' meals even better than the chef during the previous training exercise, why should I hesitate?"


    "Well... in that case..."


    His past experience as a nutritionist, intervening to prevent a norovirus outbreak in a group, hade back to him like this.


    <em>''Why am I being given a task that feels more like a punishment than a reward for a good deed?''</em>


    Clearly, it was a demanding task with limited rewards. Expecting anything more than a few gold coins for hisbor would be unreasonable.


    The issue was that Dominic was no longer someone who would be swayed by a few gold coins.


    <em>''I still own a resort, after all.''</em>


    His circumstances had changed just a few months ago.


    But he couldn''t refuse, especially when the lord personally summoned him and made this proposal. It was not just a minor favor; it concerned the safety of the territory and its residents, involving monster hunting!


    There was no justification for refusing, was there? A line from a movie shed through his mind.


    <em>''Whether I choose to do it or not, why am I searching for a reason?''</em>


    That''s when he realized that people learn through firsthand experience.


    Torn between refusing and epting, the lord spoke again as if he understood Dominic''s dilemma.


    "It seems that buying your time with a small sum of money might be difficult now. Therefore, if you excel in this task, I n to offer you something you truly need."


    "Oh, no, your Lordship! How could I possibly expectpensation when you say you need me?"


    "You appeared hesitant at first."


    "How could that be? Providing food to the soldiers is a crucial responsibility. I was just concerned about meeting your expectations."


    "Is that so?"


    "Why would I dare to deceive you about such a matter?"


    Of course, it was a tant falsehood.


    Given the circumstances, it seemed that the lord was about to offer something more valuable than money, so Dominic quickly changed his stance and acted as if he were the most loyal vige chief ever.


    <em>''Our lord is truly a kind person after all,''</em> Dominic''s evaluation shifted abruptly.


    "So, what is this thing you say I need?"


    <strong>Gulp-</strong>


    Dominic swallowed his dry saliva.


    He thought that if he received something insignificant after all this effort, he would find a way to decline it.


    <em>''If they offer me something worthless as a reward, I should just feign an injury. What will they do if I im I can''t do it due to a broken arm?''</em>


    Once again, loyalty was nowhere to be found today.


    "Evergreen is thriving thanks to your efforts, isn''t it?"


    "We''vee this far, always finding a way to survive, but there''s still a long road ahead, my Lord. After all, this is a small rural vige without even a guard post."


    "It seems like your self-deprecation is a habit."


    "Fearing that rumors might mislead you, I"


    "Haha, that''s an exaggeration. If what I''ve heard is exaggerated, then I may need to reconsider the gift I had in mind for you."


    "Pardon me?"


    "I thought you and your vige might be struggling with taxes. But if your ie isn''t as high as the rumors suggest, perhaps it would be better to provide you with a different type of reward than reducing your taxes."


    "Oh, Lord!"


    Upon Lord Sinir''s words, Dominic promptly bowed and used the most ttering tone he could muster.


    "Your generosity knows no bounds!"


    At that moment, Lord Sinir was Dominic''s ruler.


    **


    "So, what exactly does this ''generosity'' mean?"


    "Ah, it''s a local dialect from a mountain valley; you probably haven''t heard it before. It means a favor or blessing from a king."


    "...You''re not nning a rebellion, are you?"


    "What are you talking about?"


    Ian, unable to believe what he heard, raised an eyebrow; he also made an awkward noise and sat down in embarrassment.


    "Heh, our lord is truly audacious. Considering lowering the tax rate. This is the kind of person who truly deserves a long and healthy life."


    Dominic''s expression became more serious as he suppressed a burst ofughter.


    "He hasn''t set a time frame. I suppose it might depend on the soldiers'' satisfaction?"


    "Is that so?"


    "Yes. Our previous Lord, Theodore Sinir, often employed this approach."


    "So, if you want more benefits, you have to earn them yourself?"


    "Exactly."


    Dominic sincerely admired, thinking, <em>''Inspiring, a clever move.''</em>


    "Sir Knight, do you know anything about the monster extermination operation?"


    "......"


    "Anything will suffice; just say something."


    "..It''s my first time as well."


    Ian''s face turned red. He had not expected hisck of experience to be so embarrassing.


    "Ah, right. You''re not from the south, are you?"


    "No."


    "I thought it would be a simple task. What now? Should we ask the cook?"


    "Wouldn''t it be better to inquire with the soldiers? It depends on their satisfaction."


    "The soldiers, huh? Ah! The one with the red hair!"


    Thinking of a helpful soldier, Dominic promptly left the guest room and made his way to the barracks.


    Now, there was no concern of getting lost within the castle.


    "Mickey!"


    "Vige Chief, how have you been? You called for me?"


    The red-haired soldier greeted him with a cheerful smile.


    Dominic exined the reason for summoning him without wasting any time, and the new recruit ryed what the seasoned soldiers had told him.


    "...That''s all I''ve heard, Vige Chief. Will this be of assistance?"


    "That''s plenty. I''m d I reached out to you."


    The soldier, who had a genuine love for food, often volunteered in the kitchen after grueling training to earn a small treat.


    Dominic believed he would be more valuable in this regard than the average veteran, and he was correct.


    "Thanks to you, I can now establish a clear direction. I appreciate it."


    "Hehe, don''t mention it."


    "Drop byter, I''ll treat you to some snacks."


    "Really? Thanks!"


    "Could you also pass along any information from the soldiers during the operation? Nothing too significant, just things rted to meals."


    "No problem."


    "Excellent, I''ll see you during the operation."


    "Yes! Take care!"


    The tall, red-haired soldier returned to the barracks with light steps, and Ian resumed his ce beside Dominic.


    "Did you manage to find out what kind of food the soldiers prefer?"


    "That wasn''t the focus."


    Initially, Dominic had considered asking about the soldiers'' food preferences, favorite ingredients, or preferred cooking methods.


    However, what Mickey had shared with him held something much more crucial.


    ["A veteran soldier mentioned that other territorial troops enjoy hearty stews withrge chunks of meat, while we''re stuck with dry bread and potatoes, and it''s quite disheartening."]


    In the southern monster extermination operations, unlike in other regions, multiple territories coborate tobat monsters. Typically, three or four territories, and sometimes as many as seven lords, bring their soldiers to participate.


    To boost our side''s meal satisfaction in such a setting?


    <em>''You absolutely must outdo the guy next to you!''</em>


    Even the food became apetition.

 Chapter 32

    Chapter 32


    <strong>#Monster Hunt and Field Kitchen (3)</strong>


    A small me ignited within Dominic''s heart.


    <em>''This is a matter of pride!''</em>


    Do people recognize when a nutritionist is most upset?


    Is it when they have to meticulously n a diet, considering all factors?


    Is it when their clients, particrly women, don''t follow their instructions and remain stubborn?


    Is it when they must use even a single drop of sesame oil sparingly due to budget constraints?


    No.


    It''s when they hear innocent students say, "The school next door serves lobster, why do we only get weeds?" after putting in all the hard work to prepare a meal.


    [How is that possible when their school meal budget is probably simr to ours?]


    When he was a novice nutritionist, he believed it was because he wascking.


    He thought he hadn''t worked hard enough, hadn''t put in enough effort to create an enticing menu that children would love. But he soon realized...


    <em>''That principal is to me!''</em>


    Ultimately, it turned out that the school''s principal had been epting bribes from food suppliers. A sadlymon scenario.


    During his time at that school, Dominic lost count of how many times he waspared to the neighboring school with transparent budgeting.


    "We go all out! Soft wheat bread, meat stew, fresh fruits, and sd!"


    "Do you even know the budget allocated for soldiers'' meals when you say that?"


    Ian''s words extinguished Dominic''s burning passion.


    "Ah... the budget..."


    Whether it''s 21st-century South Korea or the Verona Empire in the year 532 of the God''s Calendar, the budget always remains a contentious issue.


    In a world where magic, spirits, and gods exist, it''s absurd that the budget still hampers progress.


    "Is there any ce where military operations aren''t affected by budget constraints?"


    "Even so, should they be so frugal when ites to providing for the soldiers?"


    "They''re different from those few lords who skimp even on the soldiers'' meal expenses. However, they''re also not so generous that you can do everything you''d like. It''ll be decided within reasonable limits."


    "What are those reasonable limits?"


    Dominic swallowed hard.


    The term ''reasonable limits'' can be daunting when you''re a part of society.


    [Is this reasonable to you? Huh? Is it?]


    Dominic couldn''t count how many times he''d uttered those words in his past life.


    Depending on the person and the situation, that elusive ''reasonable limit'' could vary significantly.


    "I''m not entirely sure myself, but I don''t think it will differ much from the soldiers'' regr meals."


    "That won''t suffice. Let me go and inquire."


    Dominic quickly turned and rushed toward the finance manager''s office.


    **


    "So, this is really it...?"


    "Our territory''s budget is rtively high, so don''t be too disheartened."


    The manager''s subordinate patted Dominic''s sulking shoulders.


    "It''s increased twofoldpared to thest hunting operation."


    "Really?"


    "Of course. We were instructed to roughly match it to the budget of the Delte Estate."


    When the Delte Estate was mentioned, Dominic''s interest was piqued.


    "The Delte Estate? Why is the name of a neighboring lord suddenly cropping up?"


    "Huh? Oh, right! Evergreen is a new town and hasn''t sent soldiers to the lord''s castle yet, have they? Then you wouldn''t have heard the rumors."


    The manager stroked his mustache as he spoke.


    "Do you know that the Delte Estate is one of the top territories in the empire, let alone in the south?"


    "Yes, I''ve heard that even during a famine, the residents don''t have to worry about food."


    "Correct. But Lord Delte has one problem. Do you know what it is?"


    "It''s well-known, isn''t it? Because people are well-fed, they don''t take up arms..."


    "You''ve got it! The knights are weak, and there aren''t many soldiers. But they have enough money to hire mercenaries if they want to, so that''s the vibe there. It''s unique. However, for Lord Delte, this seems to hurt his pride."


    "It must especially sting his pride when he participates in joint military operations with neighboring territories. After all, the soldiers'' capabilities are directlypared."


    "That''s exactly it! Maybe that''s why. During thest monster extermination operation, they gained an edge with something peculiar. In the end, it was sessful."


    "It was rted to food?"


    "You got it right. Hehe."


    Now the scattered puzzle pieces fell into ce.


    The Count who imed he would adjust rewards based on the soldiers'' satisfaction.


    Soldiers who rated their meals inparison to those from other territories.


    A neighboring lord trying topensate for weak military strength with something else.


    <em>''So, is he upset because he was outshone by someone I didn''t even consider a rival? Is that what''s happening now?''</em>


    The Sinir Count''s family had a long history as warriors, but the current lord was not a knight who wielded a sword.


    Although recognized as a capable civil servant, he meticulously managed matters rted to soldiers to ensure they didn''t fall below the standards set by previous counts.


    The monster extermination operations carried out collectively by multiple territories were an ideal tform to showcase well-managed military power.


    <em>''But if some fool aroused envy over something as trivial as food... It''s irritating, hmm. It makes sense.''</em>


    It was evident that the budget had been adjusted to match that of the soldiers in the Delte territory.


    <em>''We invested the same amount of money, but we provide better meals to our soldiers. Tsk. If that was your intention, you should have mentioned it from the beginning. Were you too embarrassed to state it directly?''</em>


    His cluttered thoughts finally fell into ce.


    Indeed, understanding the client''s exact intentions was a priority before undertaking the task.


    "I understand. Tell me what I need to do."


    "It won''t be easy. The ingredients in the Delte territory are generally inexpensive."


    "Yes, thank you for the advice."


    "Don''t mention it, it''s nothing. By the way, do you have any avable rooms at your resort around winter? My wife seems like she''ll need a break around then..."


    **


    Dominic unfurled a piece of paper to n meals after a long hiatus.


    However, he had been lost in thought for several hours, unable to put anything on paper.


    <em>''The budget is the same, but they have the upper hand in sourcing ingredients.''</em>


    He wanted to add a unique twist with a cooking method but found it challenging.


    <em>''Spices and ingredients that are notmonly used here are costly. And employing a distinctive cooking method is time-consuming, which won''t work in the field.''</em>


    He had contemted using seafood, but transportation presented an issue, so that idea was also discarded.


    He contemted bringing longsting food supplies like dried noodles or smoked meat, but preparing them before deployment posed a challenge.


    "There are two hundred people, you said?"


    "Yes."


    "......"


    "I don''t think I can be of help this time. I received a mobilization order."


    "Mobilization?"


    "I was assigned to lead this operation."


    "Who? You, Sir knight?"


    Dominic''s eyes widened.


    Seeing this, Ian let out a chuckle.


    "What''s that expression for? Is it unusual for me to lead?"


    "I thought you were a knight who our lord easily forgets, just loitering around."


    "...You didn''t need to say that."


    "As you can tell, I''m pretty straightforward. But are you really okay with it?"


    "With what?"


    "Leading, I mean. Doesn''t that mean you have to go to the front lines and fight?"


    "Are you concerned?"


    "No, I just wouldn''t want yourck of skill to be exposed in front of the soldiers."


    "...You don''t know this, but my swordsmanship is..."


    "Anyway, let''s give it our best in our respective roles. Try to stay away from the front lines. It''s better to avoid embarrassment. Shame might be fleeting, but injuries canst a lifetime."


    "Listen"


    "I''ll go finish nning the meals now. See you at the departure ceremony!"


    Ian let out a soft sigh, thinking that the first impression had been off from the start. Then, he exited the guest room.


    "Hmm... What to do..."


    Even after Ian departed, the light in the guest room remained on for a long time. It was a night filled with ongoing concerns.


    ***


    "We''ve ced the order. Are you sure this will be enough?"


    The following day, Dominic went directly to Anton''s store, his eyes red and bloodshot.


    "Why? Isn''t the quantity sufficient to feed 200 people during training? I''ve calcted it generously."


    "It''s adequate in terms of quantity," Anton replied, lowering his voice with a concerned expression.


    "My grandfather has extensive connections, you know. I''ve heard that we must ensure our soldiers are better dressed and fed than those from the Delte estate."


    "Is that so? You''re well-informed."


    "Will this suffice, though? If you''re short on money for spices or something, I can assist..."


    "It''s enough. If we prepare meals like that, will our lord be proud to stand before Lord Delte? It would be a relief if it''s not embarrassing or humiliating."


    "Even if wepete honestly like this, we''ll never outdo them."


    "Don''t worry, I have it all nned out. Oh, do you know any skilled cksmiths? And carpenters."


    "cksmiths and carpenters? Of course. Oh, do you also need to ce an order for tableware?"


    "Yes. Rmend someone skilled. It doesn''t need to be overlyplex, just meticulous work. Can you arrange that?"


    "Of course. Pots? Knives? Or tableware? What do you require?"


    "Arge cooking vessel."


    "...Pardon me?"


    "We''ll also need sizable cauldrons. Preferably ones that can rotate. Waste disposal stations andrge carts are necessary too."


    "What are those?"


    "They are essential for mass feeding. It''s unfortunate that we don''t have stainless steel, but defense magic should hold for a few hours."


    This is why it''s good to know a wizard, Dominic thought.


    There''s no electricity or gas, but magical tools can partiallypensate for the inconvenience.


    <em>''I need to make a lot of strawberry shortcakes and get what I need.''</em>


    Fortunately, the only wizard Dominic was acquainted with, Perot, was willing to trade intriguing magical items for a few whole cakes.


    <em>''I won''t give full ownership, but this should be sufficient. Are the preparations for the tools more or lessplete?''</em>


    Feeding as many as 200 people three meals a day for over ten days was a monumental task.


    Even if they provided kitchen staff and a few soldiers, coping without proper tools was impossible.


    "Ah, I nearly forgot the most important thing."


    Dominic retrieved a piece of paper.


    On it was a dish shape that Anton had never seen before.


    "What is this?"


    "That? A chafing dish. Do you also have alcoholmps?"


    "You''re the head chef, aren''t you?"


    "That''s correct."


    "Then why do you need an alcoholmp? Those are quite small, you know?"


    "Yes, that''s the one."


    "The heat output will be quite weak, you know? Definitely not a substitute for a stove."


    "Well, can you acquire it?"


    "Obtaining it isn''t the issue, but..."


    "Then it''s settled. I''m busy with preparations, so I have to go. Ensure the transportation goes smoothly."


    "...Certainly, take care!"


    Now it was time to train the workers.


    Meeting the tight schedule required proper training.

 Chapter 33

    Chapter 33


    <strong>#Monster Extermination and Field Mess Hall (4)</strong>


    Beneath the southern mountain range, troops had assembled after a lengthy hiatus.


    Each territory had dispatched soldiers, ranging from as few as fifty to as many as two hundred. Every camp disyed its own g and erected its own fortifications, perspiring profusely in the process. From a distance, the scene appeared quite impressive.


    "Wow, it''s like watching a movie."


    Dominic had found a ce among the bustling soldiers,id out his own spot, and was relishing the sights all around him.


    The sun was shining, and a gentle breeze was blowing; it was a perfect day to take it easy.


    "Chief, ah, no, Chef! Should this go here?"


    "Yes, handle it with care. If the cooking equipment breaks, we won''t be able to rece it immediately, and that would pose a problem."


    "Alright. Once the makeshift kitchen is ready, I''ll be back."


    "Sure, sure. You don''t even need toe back."


    Before arriving at the assembly point, the kitchen staff and soldiers, who had practiced working together multiple times, operated smoothly even without Dominic''s intervention. Thanks to that, Dominic only needed to confirm the menu, the quantity of food, and cooking methods, after which he practically had free time.


    "This is all thanks to my excellent training. Ah! I have every right to rx. I hope this monster extermination operationsts a month or so."


    With that thought, Dominic was now thoroughly enjoying himself, lying down and chuckling.


    He had no intention of interfering where things were already going well. There was hardly anything more enjoyable than rxing while everyone else was busy.


    Simultaneously, while Dominic was reclining among the soldiers, leisurely munching on peanuts, a tense atmosphere was unfolding in themanders'' tent.


    "I didn''t expect you, Count Sinir, to personally partake in this campaign. After all, you have plenty of skilled knights under yourmand."


    Lord Delte, portly and flushed, made the first move.


    In other words, he was sarcastically saying, "Why are you here when you haven''t even properly learned swordsmanship? Just leave it to your knights."


    Veins began to pop on the Count''s forehead.


    "Haha, I came to personally witness the abilities of the soldiers from the various territories. And also, I was eagerly anticipating seeing your renowned swordsmanship, my Lord."


    "Is that so."


    "That''s correct."


    Having been counterattacked, Lord Delte''s face also reddened. He had caught on that the Count intended to taunt him about his own swordsmanship failing grade back in his academy days.


    <em>''That man, really!''</em>


    <em>''Shall we go all the way with this?''</em>


    Though they usually got along, these two always felt an unnecessary sense of rivalry whenever military operations were discussed.


    <em>''How childish!''</em>


    <em>''Why are they like this?''</em>


    Onlookers shook their heads or inwardly clicked their tongues at these two Lords.


    After all, neither would actually wield a sword.


    Their swordsmanship was terrible anyway.


    Yet their pride kept getting in the way, making it seem like both were just ordinary men who had romantic notions about being a knight.


    Both Lord Sinir and Lord Delte were unparalleled talents when it came to their area of expertise, administrative work. Yet none of that acumen was visible now.


    <strong>Thud-.</strong>


    "Enough with the pleasantries, let''s eat. You all must be tired from the journey."


    Another Lord interjected, attempting to change the subject.


    But his words only served to make Lord Delte even more pompous.


    "I recently read a book on military strategy."


    "Really? Anything interesting?"


    Some knights perked up their ears.


    "It talked about how to win the hearts of soldiers."


    "Oh, that''s interesting. Applying that knowledge could certainly enhance loyalty."


    "Exactly. That''s why I closely studied that section. ording to the book, the first step in winning the hearts of the soldiers is to ensure they are well-fed."


    "Hmm!"


    Upon hearing this, the other Lords discreetly coughed.


    "I wondered why he suddenly started discussing military strategy, and then I realized he just wanted to boast about himself again."


    "Is there any lord who dislikes providing good meals for his soldiers? The problem alwayses down to money, doesn''t it?"


    "Mm-hmm."


    "I always strive to pay attention to the soldiers'' food, but there are still many areas that need improvement, so I have numerous concerns about how to handle it."


    Lord Delte''s intentions were clear. Everyone knew that the quality of his soldiers'' meals was excellent, so some lords couldn''t help but roll their eyes when he made such remarks.


    "The military strength of Count Sinir is hard to match in our southern region. Surely, you also pay attention to the soldiers'' meals, right?"


    "Of course. For the soldiers to perform at their best, they must first have proper nourishment. How could I not care?"


    "So, would you be willing to offer us some guidance?"


    A triumphant smile spread across Lord Delte''s face.


    ***


    "Oh, this is embarrassing. This is what the soldiers in our territory are eating... I don''t know what to do, showing you something so inadequate."


    Whether he had vowed to humble the Count this time, Lord Delte was making a big fuss with exaggerated gestures.


    "This is far from inadequate. It appears that the Delte estate is quite luxurious. I''ve heard the budget doesn''t differ much, but having such a setup is impressive!"


    Jealousy flickered in the eyes of the lords and knights who saw the dishes brought by the servants.


    Lord Delte''s soldiers were enjoying food that was clearly special, filled with dishes that would typically be reserved for special asions.


    Thinly sliced cured pork, a bean dish slow-cooked with tomatoes, onions, and mushrooms, a hearty soup brimming with root vegetables like potatoes and carrots, and even two loaves of bread per person.


    "This seems more than sufficient to boost the soldiers'' morale."


    "The abundance of food and high-quality ingredients is astonishing, but what''s even more surprising is that they manage to cook this well in the field."


    Lord Kenbain, who had been silent until now, spoke up, offering apliment.


    In response to the praise from Lord Kenbain, known for his strategic acumen and knightly prowess, Lord Delte''s shoulders naturally straightened.


    "Lord Kenbain, your keen eye is not easily fooled. This is precisely what we''ve focused on. No matter how good the ingredients are, if a poor chef prepares the food, what reaches the soldiers will be subpar, won''t it?"


    "The lord''s attention, bountiful ingredients from fertilend, and an excellent chef; everything aligns perfectly to boost the soldiers'' morale. Excellent."


    "Thank you."


    It seemed that the ego-drivenpetition between the two lords over the quality of their soldiers'' meals was going to conclude with Lord Delte''s victory.


    "But no matter how well our territory does, it''s still challenging to keep up with Count Sinir''s soldiers, isn''t it? Please offer us some guidance. We''re eager to learn."


    "It appears you''re already beyond the stage of needing guidance, but since you''ve asked, I can''t refuse."


    Lord Delte inwardly smirked at Count Sinir''s response.


    <em>''So he wants to maintain his pride until the end? Ha! We''re already ahead in terms of cost.''</em>


    However, something unexpected urred. Count Sinir stood up and headed outside the tent.


    "Where are you going without finishing what you were saying?"


    "Ah, you''ll grasp it faster if you see our soldiers'' meals for yourself. Though it may be inconvenient, would you apany me?"


    Everyone in themand post looked puzzled. Some were openly irritated, but none dared to openly defy Count Sinir''s request.


    However, most were curious.


    <em>''What has he prepared that makes him so confident?''</em>


    The news that the lords themselves were heading out quickly reached Dominic as well.


    "Ah, please, no!"


    He had been prepared for something troublesome to happen someday, but he didn''t expect it to be today.


    "Why do they do this from the first day? Sigh. The lower-ranking soldiers always suffer when the stars are busy, but why don''t they understand that? Tsk tsk."


    "A star? Ha. Are you describing the lord in such a way? That''s poetically inappropriate. You usually only make disrespectfulments, but it seems you have some loyalty after all?"


    "...Ah, yes. But what brings you here? Did you rush over after hearing the lord ising?"


    "I came because it''s mealtime."


    He encountered Ian after a long time while he was busy overseeing the soldiers, but it was not particrly pleasant.


    Given the situation, there was no helping it.


    "Most importantly, ensure everything is safe! High-ranking individuals areing, and it won''t end with just a scolding if there''s an ident in front of them."


    "Yes!"


    "Move that trash can over there. Let''s not create any unnecessary issues."


    "Yes, chef. Should I tell the soldiers to pause eating for a moment?"


    "No, not that. Rather, encourage them."


    "Encourage them?"


    "Yes. Why do you think those high-ranking individuals areing all the way here, especially during mealtime?"


    "...?"


    "We are demonstrating that we eat well. Look, the soldiers are eating well. Isn''t it nice to see? They don''t have this, do they? That''s what they are trying to show. So, we have to demonstrate that our soldiers eat well, right?"


    "Aha!"


    "Position the soldiers who eat well towards the front. Demonstrating this sort of thing is important."


    "I understand what you''re saying; I''ll take care of it immediately!"


    Dominic gave instructions to the kitchen staff and soldiers without letting down his guard.


    Would it be a misconception to think he lookedfortable giving the necessary directions at the appropriate times?


    <em>''Dominic seems ustomed to handling soldiers. Why?''</em>


    Another question arose in Ian.


    <em>''Sigh, why am I stuck doing the cook''s work here again?'' </em>Dominic was grumbling inside, thinking, <em>''I had vowed never to go near a military area in this life!''</em>


    "Change themp under the meat stir-fry chafing dish."


    "Ah, yes! I almost forgot. Thank you, chef."


    "Refill the sd as well. It doesn''t look good if there are empty spots. Oh, and the bread! If you have spare hands, let''s change the trash can. It would be a disgrace if it overflows in front of the higher-ups."


    "Yes!"


    At Dominic''s words, the workers quickly moved and began replenishing the food.


    "Everyone, look your best!"


    The stars appeared at the perfect moment.


    From Counts to Barons, even knights were present.


    "No need for formality, let the soldiers continue their meal. I apologize for interrupting this joyful mealtime."


    Despite his internal grumbling at the Count''s words, Dominic maintained a polite demeanor.


    "What exactly is this...?"


    "Heh, I''ve never seen meal distribution like this before..."


    Other lords standing behind Count Sinir started to examine the food distribution area with curious eyes.


    The food distribution area set up in the middle of the Sinir Count''s soldier camp looked somewhat different from other ces.


    A long table was arranged, and on top of it, unfamiliar metal dishes were neatly lined up.


    The broad rectangr metal dishes were filled with food for dozens of people, and amp was ced in a smallpartment beneath each dish, designed to evenly distribute the heat from an alcoholmp across the bottom.


    <em>''Food must always stay hot. Satisfaction drops as soon as it cools down.''</em>


    Feeding up to two hundred soldiers in the field and keeping the food warm until the end was no easy task.


    After careful consideration, Dominic hade up with the initial concept of a chafing disha buffet warming dish.


    <em>''After all, what''s most popr among those who do physicalbor is an all-you-can-eat buffet.''</em>


    Following the Count''s directive, Dominic focused on three key factors to enhance the soldiers'' satisfaction:


    First, maintaining the food''s temperature until the end.


    Second, increasing visual appeal.


    Third, allowing them to select only what they wanted to eat.


    And Dominic''s judgment proved to be on point.

 Chapter 34

    Chapter 34


    "Tonight''s dinner is truly outstanding."


    "I wish we could dine like this outdoors every day."


    "I know, right? Eating whatever we want, however we wantwhat a dream. Ah-."


    The soldiers appeared highly satisfied.


    Being able to choose their favorite dishes from around twenty avable options was like a dreame true for the soldiers, who were ustomed to makeshift meals.


    "Count Sinir is truly remarkable. How did youe up with such an idea?"


    "Heh heh. Isn''t our chef quite inventive? I was also impressed when I first heard the idea."


    Count Sinir beamed with pride.


    In contrast, Viscount Delte''s expression hardened.


    "While it''s admirable that you''re thinking of the soldiers, preparing this level of food would incur significant military expenses. It''s not something just any territory could undertake. It''s a shame, really."


    Viscount Delte pointed out the costs.


    He implied, "If you spend money, who can''t treat their soldiers this well?" Nobles from smaller territories nodded in agreement.


    <em>''It does look good, but Viscount Delte is right. Just the variety of dishes alone is around twenty; it''s not easy for our territory to try this.''</em>


    <em>''Sigh. Its like a sh in the pan. It''s not like the operation will end in a day or two... No, just how much did they spend to increase the soldiers meal satisfaction?''</em>


    Though they were shown something impressive, the lords felt a tinge of disappointment at the fact that money had been poured into it.


    "It seems there may be a misunderstanding."


    "A misunderstanding?"


    "I believe our soldiers'' food expenses are probably simr to those of your households. Rather than me exining, it would be better if our chef did. After all, he''s the one in charge. Haha."


    Count Sinir called for Dominic with a jovialugh.


    "Did you call for me?"


    Sweat had formed on Dominic''s back.


    It wasn''t due to the pressure of facing high-ranking individuals.


    <em>''The key point is tax reduction!''</em>


    Ultimately, what mattered was the moneying out of the pocket!


    Count Sinir was a generous noble; as long as you satisfied his ego, he would definitely reduce the tax rate for at least three years.


    For Dominic, who believed the less tax paid the better, this operation was like the biggest gamble.


    "The budget set by the administrators wasn''t much different from the usual. Did you receive any extra budget?"


    "Of course not. We managed within the budget that was allocated to us."


    "So, is tonight''s dinner a special meal?"


    One of the lords from a smaller territory couldn''t contain his curiosity and asked.


    "Although there are more dishespared to breakfast and lunch, it''s not excessively extravagant."


    "I don''t understand. There are quite a number of dishes. Surely you''re not lying?"


    "Who would dare to lie in front of lords? Its thanks to careful consideration for what the soldiers eat that we have managed this."


    Dominic adeptly mixed in ttery.


    "If costs are reduced by merely being considerate, which manager wouldnt be working overtime wrestling with the books?"


    But most of the crowd still remained skeptical.


    Some even frowned, thinking Dominic was ying word games.


    "My Lord, may I exin to the other lords?"


    "Go ahead."


    "Increasing the variety of dishes does indeed incur extra costs."


    "Exactly, that''s the point."


    Had he finally admitted it?


    Viscount Delte nodded vigorously.


    "But we couldn''t reduce the variety for the sake of our hard-working soldiers. So, we trimmed expenses elsewhere."


    "Elsewhere? Apart from the cost of food ingredients, where else could you cut expenses?"


    "Thebor force."


    That was an unexpected response.


    "Do you know how many workers are needed forrge-scale cooking, distribution, pre-processing, and cleaning up after serving meals to the soldiers?"


    Just by looking at the dishwashing area, it was clear that one or two people couldn''t handle the dishesid out by two hundred soldiers.


    This was because they were constantly on the move, conducting operations to eliminate monsters; they didn''t have the luxury of setting up a camp and preparing for hours in advance.


    The number ofborers required forrge-scale cooking, serving, and cleaning within a short period of time was typically double that of a normal military camp.


    <em>''Exactly. This is also why most territories cannot provide cooked meals.''</em>


    In ces that didn''t prioritize soldiers'' meals or in territories where circumstances were unfavorable, it wasmon to simply distribute some ingredients and ask the soldiers to cook for themselves.


    For now, they were fighting against monsters, so they had the luxury of cooking meals. If it had been a territorial or national war, that would have been unthinkable.


    "If we reduce the number ofborers, not only will we save on wages but also on material costs for them."


    "Right!"


    "But if we reduce the number ofborers, that will lead to dys in serving food... Ah!"


    A lord appeared to have an epiphany and pped his hands.


    "That''s why the food was served this way!"


    "Exactly. If we allow self-service, we can savebor and time, giving us room to prepare food."


    "Ha ha, it wasn''t just for show, then."


    "However, I still can''t believe you can serve meals of this variety with just a few fewerborers."


    "Yes, apromise was needed."


    Dominic''s expression appeared as if he were a tormented chef. It looked serious and a bit sad.


    "Yes, as a chef, it''s natural to want to use good ingredients. But when you have to choose between using good ingredients and ensuring people are well-fed..."


    Everyone fell silent, engrossed in Dominic''s solemn tone.


    "I would choose to ensure people are well-fed."


    The chef''s conviction was filled with strength.


    Even the lords governing the area couldn''t help but admire the sincerity of a mere chef.


    Of course, it was all an act.


    "Is that your philosophy?"


    Delte, who had been keen on catching any slip-ups, even changed his tone.


    "Pleasing the pte with gourmet food is always my ideal. But even gourmet food must be appropriate to the time and ce."


    "Time and ce?"


    "Soldiers are walking on dirt roads for nearly 17 hours a day. While it''s an honorable task to secure the safety of powerless citizens, carrying military equipment under the scorching sun is exhausting, both physically and mentally."


    Even the soldiers, who were hurriedly eating, began to listen carefully to Dominic''s words.


    "Fatigued bodies require food that quickly restores energy and replenishes salt levels, more than the finest ingredients and a delicate bnce of vors."


    "Is that why the seasoning in the dishes seemed strong?"


    "Yes, you have a keen eye. Although I couldn''t use premium ingredients, I didn''tpromise below mid-grade. I used strong seasoning topensate for theck of quality, aiming to cater to the soldiers'' tastes."


    As Dominic mentioned, the dishes prepared for serving were boldly seasoned.


    Stir-fried meat with a light seasoning, a tangy sd thanks to generous use of vinegar, steamed eggs with an abundance of dried shrimp for vor, and chicken tenderized by mashing ripe tomatoes to enhance its taste.


    After boiling various types of pasta, they offered three vorful sauces for customers to choose from. Roasted potatoes served with Hondaise sauce were also featured as a key dish to enhance satisfaction.


    Evergreen''s renowned seaweed soup, now recognized as Dominic''s signature dish, had be a staple everywhere. The slightly coarse yet vorful barley bread was another item that would be sorely missed if omitted.


    Above all, the spicy pork stir-fry was essential.


    Although the cost of chili peppers turned out to be higher than expected, making the dish less spicy than intended, it ironically became one of the soldiers'' favorite dishes due to the adjusted spiciness.


    <em>''We can never skip the spicy pork stir-fry. What''s a hamburger shop without it?''</em>


    They couldpromise on anything else, but not on the meat dishes.


    <em>''People who work hard need their meat. Meat, meat, meat! Meat is always right! The more, the better! We''ve never failed a meal by offering plenty of meat!</em>


    Thus, spicy pork stir-fry became a fixed dish, alternating between spicy seasoning and fish sauce.


    Though they had to omit rice due to cost constraints, seeing the soldiers satisfied with noodles mixed with spicy pork stir-fry made it feel worthwhile.


    There was no need to disclose that they used the more affordable pork neck; the crucial thing was that everyone was content.


    <em>''Cost-cutting is essential. Who cares about the type of meat as long as it''s well-seasoned.''</em>


    Dominic''s experience as a nutritionist and food manager for a small and medium-sized enterprise proved invaluable.


    "...I''ve learned a lot," Delte finally admitted, conceding defeat.


    Count Sinir had to restrain his growing grin.


    ***


    That night, Dominic received a letter from the Count.


    It stated that Evergreen''s tax rate would be reduced by a significant 80% for the next three years. It was a way to incentivize the efforts of the newly independent vige, amendable rationale.


    "Good excuse. Ah, the liquor tastes sweet too."


    Dominic''s barracks were located in a secluded area within the camp.


    Workers from Anton''s tradingpany, responsible for procuring supplies, secretly delivered beer to Dominicthe only option if he wanted to enjoy it discreetly.


    <em>''With the rival vanquished, there won''t be any more troubles.''</em>


    Drinking alone, Dominic looked at the letter bearing the lord''s seal and grinned.


    He had achieved the mission of this trip much sooner than expected.


    "From now on, it''s a true vacation. No need to battle monsters. I''ll just savor my drinks every night. This is great!"


    He couldn''t help but hum.


    <em>''Still, it''s a shame. A hamburger shop should offer a Yakult with every meal. And peppermint candy and mixed coffee too! Maybe I''ll try making those when I have time?''</em>


    There was an endless list of dishes he wanted to create, even before he had tried Jajangmyeon.


    "Ah, I want to eat chicken."


    <strong>Rustle-.</strong>


    Just then, a sound that shouldn''t have been heard came from Dominic''s vicinity.

 Chapter 35

    Chapter 35


    Before ck figures were noticed near Dominic''s makeshift quarters in the remote area, someone had already relocated to that spot.


    It was Ian, the blonde knight.


    <em>''I forgot to inform him to move his tent closer to the military camp since it''s bing dangerous from today.''</em>


    Ian knew that ever since Dominic had been deployed, he was secretly indulging in various alcoholic beverages at night, from beer to wine, and even whiskey.


    Strictly speaking, Dominic was not a soldier but an outsider, making it ambiguous to penalize him for viting military orders.


    Moreover, being shrewd, he deliberately set up his tent in a secluded area to enjoy his drinks away from the soldiers, which Ian had so far turned a blind eye to.


    <strong>Swish, swish.</strong>


    The ground was covered with overgrown weeds.


    It wasnd where natural recovery outpaced human intervention, making it a boundary between civilization and wilderness.


    No monsters would recklessly attack upon seeing arge troop of soldiers.


    After all, beasts and monsters possess a strong instinct for survival.


    <em>''But even a lost goblin could cause casualties.''</em>


    The monsters in the mountain ranges were behaving strangely, so it was best to eliminate even the slightest possibility.


    "Ah, I want some chicken."


    Dominic''s mutterings could be heard from a distance.


    Just as Ian was growing weary of food talk while cooking daily,


    <strong>Rustle-</strong>


    Ian''s ears caught the sound of something rustling in the bushes. Unfortunately, the sound emanated from near Dominic.


    "Something is in the bushes, move away!"


    "What?"


    Under the moonlight, Ian observed the shimmering shadows and immediately shouted out, prompting Dominic to instinctively stand up.


    <strong>Shreeeek!</strong>


    Was it because their prey, which they thought they had captured, suddenly leaped?


    From the bushes, creatures revealed themselves with strange noises all at once.


    "Groot Spiders!"


    With bodies exceeding 30 centimeters, eight long, hairy legs, and short, stubby appendages where their eyes should be, they were Groot Spiders, cave spiders.


    <strong>Shriek, sizzle!</strong>


    There appeared to be at least twenty of these giant spiders.


    "Ah! What is this!"


    Dominic was horrified at the sight of these fully exposed monsters.


    How could he not be startled when the first monster he encountered in this world magnified the insect he detested the most?


    "Do something!"


    <strong>Shreeeek-!</strong>


    "Stay quiet and freeze! They have degenerated eyes!"


    Upon hearing Ian''s instructions, Dominic froze and even attempted to hold his breath.


    <strong>Shriek?</strong>


    <strong>Thud-!</strong>


    "Over here!"


    A giant spider hesitated as it was about to sink its dripping fangs into Dominic''s calf, distracted by a sudden noise. Ian seized the opportunity to divert their attention by shuffling his feet.


    <strong>Shreeek, sreeek, shreeeeek!</strong>


    The insects all simultaneously began to slide rapidly across the shrubs toward Ian.


    By now, Ian had drawn his rapier and assumed abat stance.


    <strong>Clink, clink, clink!</strong>


    The spiders emitted a horrifying sound as they rushed toward Ian, their mandibles snapping incessantly.


    "Move! There are too many of them!"


    Even Dominic, who had been holding his breath, shouted out in the critical situation.


    However,


    <strong>Screeeeak!</strong>


    Ian''s rapier moved like a work of art.


    The de gleaming in the moonlight and his golden hair billowing in the wind.


    And spiders splitting in half, spewing green blood like fountains.


    <strong>Thud, thud, thud.</strong>


    With each move resembling a dance, the spiders'' corpses piled up on the grass.


    Seeing Ian wield his sword for the first time, Dominic realized that he wasn''t amander just because he was a young favorite.


    <em>''Why on earth would they assign a knight of that caliber to watch over a vige chief like me?''</em>


    Although this question crossed Dominic''s mind even in the critical situation,


    "I don''t know how you got here,"


    <strong>Shh-.</strong>


    "Rest in peace."


    With a slightly mournful tone, Ian dispatched thest remaining spider and softly muttered something. Upon hearing this, Dominic swiftly dismissed any prior thoughts he had.


    <em>''...He''s impressive yet also a bit strange.''</em>


    Dominic couldn''tprehend why Ian, who had elegantly finished the battle, would say something so awkward.


    "Thank you for saving me, Sir Knight."


    "Any injuries?"


    "None, thanks to you."


    But gratitude to his life''s savior took precedence.


    Dominic''s legs were still shaking.


    "Will creatures like these appear in the monster-clearing operation?"


    "......"


    Seasoned soldiers had informed him that typically, it was kobolds, frogmen, or goblins that appeared. Large magical beasts or social creatures rarely ventured to the outskirts of the mountains.


    "I wasn''t informed that there would be dog-sized spiders! If I had known, I wouldn''t have followed!"


    This was clearly a case of misrepresentation.


    "What''s happening?"


    "I heard strange noises... What in the world is this!"


    Soldiers from a nearby barracks arrivedte to the scene, their bodies freezing at the sight of the spider corpses.


    Dominic observed the soldiers'' reactions.


    <em>''Even the soldiers appear to be encountering this for the first time.''</em>


    While he contemted whom to inquire with, Ian had already tidied up.


    "Soldiers, handle the disposal of the monster corpses."


    "Understood!"


    "You,e with me."


    "Where to?"


    "We need to report to the lord that a monster has appeared."


    "Do I really have to go?"


    "Is this the time for such discussions? It''s noughing matter, so follow me."


    Dominic had a sinking feeling that he had be entangled in a troublesome situation.


    ***


    "Is it true that Groot Spiders appeared?"


    Sinir, a Viscount getting ready for bed, hastily dressed and rushed into themand barracks.


    Other lords were also arriving promptly.


    "Yes, there were a total of twenty-two."


    "Oh my! Any casualties among the soldiers?"


    "Fortunately, due to early detection, there were no human casualties."


    "Thank the Lord."


    Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.


    Groot Spiders were known to possess highly potent venom in their fangs. Missing the timing for treatment could lead to limb amputation.


    <em>''I regret following, what''s the point of the tax!''</em>


    Dominicmented, but it was already water under the bridge.


    "But Groot Spiders usually inhabit deep caves, right? Even those living beneath the mountains rarely encounter them."


    "Exactly. How could these creatures, adapted to dark caves, have ventured all the way here? And judging by their numbers, it seems like a swarm has moved..."


    "If something has transpired in the mountains, that would pose a significant problem."


    The lords fell into contemtion.


    The unexpected appearance of a monster like a giant spiderplicated matters.


    "May I speak, my lords?"


    An elderly knight stepped forward.


    He was a veteran among veterans who had dedicated his youth to battling monsters in the monster-infested north.


    "Even I have never encountered such creatures, specifically these Groot Spiders."


    "Even you, Sir Richard?"


    "Yes, but I''m familiar with their habits. They dwell deep in caves where no light prates and hunt prey by sound. Typically, they do not venture outside."


    "But they were found near the soldiers'' barracks, correct? So, something unusual has urred?"


    "Exactly."


    "What is it?"


    The middle-aged knight hesitated briefly before speaking.


    "It''s the Queen''s lore."


    "...Queen?"


    Dominic''s head turned involuntarily.


    While others did not hear it, Ian appeared to have also guessed the reason for the spiders'' appearance.


    <em>''How did he know?''</em>


    Reflecting, Ian had also shouted not to make a sound when the spider attempted to attack him.


    The moment he saw the spider, he appeared to know precisely what it was.


    <em>''How did he?''</em>


    Questions swirled in Dominic''s mind, but hecked the courage to engage in idle chatter while standing before the high-ranking nobles.


    "Queen? Do these spiders emerge from the cave when the queen is born?"


    "Yes. To be precise, they emerge to hunt for food to store as nourishment after the queen has fully molted. The creatures within the cave cannot amodate that quantity. If those spiders are preparing for the queen, we must act swiftly."


    "Swiftly? Will there be issues if this queenpletes her molting?"


    In response to Lord Han''s query, the middle-aged knight replied with a somber expression.


    "The bnce of the food chain in the mountain range will be utterly disrupted. The repercussions will extend to the people residing beneath the mountains as well."


    "......!"


    A brief silence fell over themand tent at the knight''s words, but the atmosphere soon shifted with Lord Han''s nextment.


    "It''s just the queen of the spiders; it seems like an exaggeration."


    They were indeedrge and grotesque, but one skilled knight had single-handedly dispatched over twenty without a scratch.


    Regr soldiers might struggle, but a skilled knightly order shouldn''t have much trouble defeating even the queen, or so he thought.


    "That''s not the case."


    "And why do you believe that, Sir Richard?"


    "Because what they serve as their queen is not a spider."


    "What?"


    It was an bewildering statement.


    "It''s a Sentinrachnida, a mutated giant centipede. That''s the queen of the spiders."


    "!"


    **


    The next morning, while it was still early, a group of people with serious expressions gathered in front of themand tent.


    They were elite knights, carefully selected for their skill and character from various regions.


    "You all understand the gravity of the mission you''ve been entrusted with," Count Sinir affirmed, encouraging the knights, who appeared even more solemn.


    "Remember, this is not just about dealing with a single monster. It''s about safeguarding the lives of countlessmoners who have settled in thends below the mountain range."


    <strong>Thud, thud!</strong>


    Despite hailing from different territories, the knights moved as one, disying their respect for the Count.


    "We will certainlyplete the mission and return."


    "I have faith in you."


    There were no better words to hear.


    Nevertheless, the gratitude and respect sensed from the Count''s hand patting each knight''s shoulder conveyed more than a hundred words could.


    Some knights even appeared moved that a high-ranking noble was bidding them farewell in person. However, one person still couldn''t fathom how they had ended up in this situation.


    "...Why me?"


    Among the knights, there was one unarmed civilian.


    It was Dominic.

 Chapter 36

    Chapter 36


    <strong>#Bugs are a good source of protein, you know. (1)</strong>


    "Should I run away now?"


    "Disobeying military orders and attempting to escape could result in the worst-case scenario, which is a death penalty."


    "It was a rhetorical question. Why are you answering? And what''s this about military orders? I''m not even a soldier."


    "Since you have received the operational directive, you are now considered a member of the territorial army."


    "What? ording to who? I didn''t hear anything about that."


    "Military regtions are not meant forprehension; they are meant forpliance. Why do you persist in providing terse responses?"


    "My situation is dire. Either way, I face certain death."


    "Tsk."


    Dominicined incessantly while struggling to keep pace, trudging through a forest with no discernible paths.


    The terrain was so mucky that initially, he feared they had inadvertently entered a swamp.


    Ian, who would typically reprimand such insubordination, was showing leniency as he could somewhat empathize with Dominic''s sentiments.


    "Why are you making such pointless remarks..."


    "That was also a soliloquy. The issue is that Sir Knight has rather keen hearing."


    The reason Dominic, who had never wielded a sword properly, found himself involved in the operation and traversing the forest with knights was due to his propensity for speaking too freely.


    [The spiders are serving Centipede? Curious. Centipedes usually prey on spiders.]


    Upon hearing that a colossal Centipede might be inhabiting the spider''s cave, Dominic unintentionally voiced his thoughts.


    [Is that true?]


    [Yes, indeed? Ah, yes, my Lord. While monster behaviors can deviate from those of typical creatures, Centipedes generally hunt spiders. So, you typically won''t find spiders in areas where Centipedes reside.]


    Upon hearing Dominic''s remarks, the servants andborers nodded in agreement.


    What may bemon knowledge to some can be novel to others.


    [Listening to you, it does seem unusual. But it''s highly likely that the cave-dwelling spiders are gathering prey for the soon-to-awaken giant Centipede.]


    An experienced knight summarized and stepped forward.


    [Pardon my ignorance regarding monster behaviors, but I must inquire: is the prey collected by the spiders alive or deceased?]


    [Why?]


    [When they attacked me earlier, they attempted to bite my calf rather than ensnare me with webs.]


    [...I haven''t witnessed it personally, but I''ve heard during an academic meeting that they do indeed stack their prey as deceased. The scent of rotting flesh and decaying blood even permeates the vicinity outside the cave.]


    [Then it''s certainly peculiar.]


    Dominic shook his head.


    "Centipedes don''t consume decaying flesh."


    He was well aware from his military service experience that Centipedes prey not only on insects and small reptiles but also on fresh meat.


    <em>''We even used chicken bones to capture Centipedes when we had excess chicken.''</em>


    However, they typically ignored decaying matter. asionally, one or two might linger, but they generally avoided rotting meat.


    "Seems Centipedes are finicky eaters when ites to insects, huh?"


    "Yes, they are unlikely to partake of decaying meat when live spiders, their favored prey, are readily avable. Of course, assuming their behavior is typical..."


    Before Dominic could retract his statement, Count Sinir interjected swiftly.


    "If the cook''s ount is urate, it is indeed perplexing. If Centipedes are natural adversaries of spiders, why would they opt for tribute over confrontation?"


    Once again, the headquarters fell into silence.


    Later, Dominic would reflect that he should have refrained from speaking at that moment.


    He had no aspirations of bing a hero, not even the slightest inkling. In fact, he failed to meet even the minimum qualifications for such a role. He had thrust himself into this perilous situation solely because he couldn''t restrain himself from discussing this particr topic.


    "Sir, my Lord."


    "Speak."


    "What if the mountain of food they are amassing is not an offering to the Centipede but rather intended for someone else who can drive away their natural adversary?"


    "What?"


    "What if it''s not an offering to the Centipede but to another entity capable of repelling their natural enemies?"


    "...!"


    It marked a change in perspective.


    Groot Spiders were umon creatures, and the giant Centipede known as their queen was even more elusive.


    <em>''There''s certainly a chance that this all began with a misunderstanding.''</em>


    What if the original discoverer misinterpreted the rtionship between the Centipede and the spiders?


    It''s a usible scenario.


    Were it not for the Vige Chief''s revtion, they wouldn''t even be aware of the food chain involving the Centipede and the spiders.


    "Very well. I''ll promptly assemble a team of elite knights for a new reconnaissance mission. The primary goal is to rify the connection between the spiders and the Centipede, and if possible, to eliminate the Centipede!"


    Any creature capable of disrupting the mountain range''s food chain should be dealt with before it gains a foothold.


    "Dominic, Vige Chief of Evergreen and temporary chef of the Sinir territory, pay attention."


    "...Yes?"


    His responsecked formality, earning him a few disapproving nces, but the current matter was not about minor etiquette.


    "You''ll apany the knights and provide insights into any insect behaviors they might overlook."


    "..."


    "Your response?"


    "...Yes..."


    So, Dominic found himself awkwardly andboriously trudging through the forest with the knights.


    "The Count''s demands are quite unreasonable. I doubt he''s ever encountered a single goblin before."


    "You''re right. What could I possibly know about Centipedes... I''ve already shared nearly everything I know. Sigh."


    En route, a knight from another territory who had enjoyed Dominic''s homemade jerky came to his defense.


    "But do we have a way to locate the spiders'' cave?"


    "There''s likely an entrance connected to the cave not far from the campsite. They wouldn''t stray too far when they have to transport their prey."


    Ian replied.


    "Ah, I see. But do we have to take this route? There''s a better path over there."


    Dominic grumbled as he walked along the muddy trail, his boots sinking into the damp leaves. While his greased leather boots were thankfully waterproof, each step was strenuous.


    "We don''t have much choice. Spiders tend to favor damp caves, so they''re more likely to be in areas like this."


    "So, no campfire for cooking?"


    "We''ll have to make do with dry rations."


    <strong>Screeeeech!</strong>


    Just as Dominic was about to sigh, a loud cry echoed in the distance, as if from a flock of birds circling in the sky.


    "Is that an eagle?"


    "It''s a Wyvern."


    "...A Wyvern?"


    "It seems to be mating season; that''s why they''vee to the mountain range."


    "Wait, if there''s something that dangerous, is it safe for us to enter the forest with just this number of people?"


    "Didn''t you ask if it was an eagle? If a Wyvern looks like an eagle to you, it must be quite far away."


    "Ah... So we''re only dealing with the creatures on the outskirts?"


    "Exactly. We''re only contending with the creatures that have been driven out from the inner parts of the mountain range."


    As Dominic continued to familiarize himself with the mountain range, the knights diligently scattered in search of the cave entrance.


    "We''ve found it!"


    They had prepared for several days of camping, but it seemed they stumbled upon the cave much sooner than expected.


    Dominic was somewhat surprised since he had anticipated that locating their target in the wilderness would be akin to finding a needle in a haystack.


    "Well, I suppose that''s a stroke of luck. Let''s investigate quickly and head back. Giant Centipede? There''s no way they''d send us with just a few knights to capture those beasts. Seriously, if this isn''t a death sentence, I don''t know what is. Our lord isn''t that reckless."


    With a forced smile, Dominic moved toward the direction where the young knight had called out.


    "Sir, do you smell something peculiar? It''s not like sweat; it''s more like the scent of something decaying..."


    As Dominic approached the knight who had reported discovering the cave, an increasingly foul odor filled the air. Despite the wind blowing in the opposite direction, the stench was unbearable.


    "...So that''s why we found it so quickly."


    A gruesome scene unfolded before them, causing even Ian, who was typically unppable, to furrow his brow.


    Rats, rabbits, pheasants, and deercreatures lower in the food chainas well as small-sized monsters like kobolds and goblins were haphazardly piled up.


    It was literally a mountain of corpses.


    Dominic and the knights stood in silence, their faces twisted in disgust by the sight before them, which made no distinction between species or whether they were beasts or monsters.


    "It appears something inside is already dposing."


    "Yes, with this level of stench, there''s no doubt."


    "The scale of this is unlike anything I''ve seen in academic papers."


    The knights began to mutter amongst themselves.


    "Do you have any knowledge of this?"


    The knights looked to Dominic as if hoping for answers.


    "What would I know?"


    But what could he do, even if they looked to him for guidance? His own experience with these creatures was limited to his military days, and that was in a previous life, not this one.


    [Hey, you need to capture the king centipede, not the regr ones. The king ones have superior medicinal properties. You see, a regr centipede is only the size of a finger, but a king centipede is about a span long.]


    Suddenly, Dominic recalled a quartermasterining about different types of centipedes.


    "Ah! There are significant size variations among centipedes. Some are as small as a finger, but others in the same region can be asrge as a hand."


    ording to the quartermaster, there were even centipedes in some other countries that exceeded 30 centimeters in length.


    When he heard that, he thought they were more like legged snakes than centipedes, but perhaps...


    "No, it can''t be. What are the odds of such bad luck urring here?"


    Although he attempted to dismiss the notion, an unsettling thought kept resurfacing.


    "...If the specimen is considerablyrger than what was presented at the conference..."


    Before the seasoned knight couldplete his sentence, the ground trembled with a thud.


    "...Is it an earthquake, sir?"


    Dominic looked at Ian with a desperate expression.

 Chapter 37

    Chapter 37


    Once more, the ground shook with a heavy thud.


    Dominic started to be certain that something was happening beneath the surface.


    The sporadic sounds of insects and even the chirping of small birds had all vanished.


    <strong>Creak, creak-creak.</strong>


    Just as the rumbling of the ground appeared to cease, a chilling noise resonated from deeper within the cave.


    It sounded like sharp metal scraping against rock.


    "Is this opportune or inopportune timing? I can''t discern."


    Ian and the knights unsheathed their swords simultaneously.


    The knights, lowering their breath and forming a defensive line facing the cave, appeared incredibly tense.


    A dreadful silence blended with the sound of something approaching from the dark cave.


    "Prepare yourselves!"


    As a knight finished uttering those words,


    <strong>Crash, thud!</strong>


    A monstrous figure emerged, forcefully pushing aside the decaying bodies piled up in front of the cave.


    It was a colossal insect.


    With a visage asrge as the base of a tree that must have endured for hundreds of years, the creature was terrifying even though only a few segments of its head and body were visible.


    Beneath its hard, red armor-like head, viscous saliva dripped from its beak-like mouth.


    <strong>Sizzle-.</strong>


    The ground sizzled wherever its corrosive saliva dripped.


    <em>''If the insect is that massive, you can discern its expression.''</em>


    Dominic''s initial thought upon encountering the unimaginable-sized insect was somewhat frivolous, as his mind seemed to reject the reality before him.


    <strong>nk, nk, nk.</strong>


    "Everyone, get ready!"


    Ian shouted as the insect''s crimson legs twitched in various directions.


    As his warning concluded, the insect began to writhe as if it had been anticipating, attempting to extract its lengthy body from the spider''s den.


    <strong>Crash! Hiss-. Hiss-.</strong>


    As the insect endeavored to emerge, swinging its thick legs and glowing, the cave entrance began to crumble.


    "Attack! We must deal with it before it fully emerges!"


    "Argh! Take my sword!"


    "Die, monster!"


    Perhaps the knights'' mental fortitude differed from that of ordinary individuals. Unlike Dominic, who still grappled with disbelief, they charged at the insect with their swords.


    <strong>Thump!</strong>


    "Ugh!"


    "Its exoskeleton is too resilient!"


    The knights grew frustrated because, despite their adept avoidance of the deadly, sharp, and red legs, their mana-infused swords couldn''t even scratch the insect''s ck exoskeleton.


    "Magic bullet!"


    <strong>Bang-!</strong>


    A knight swiftly realized that his mana had no impact and employed a magical tool containing attack magic.


    The magic bullet, gleaming blue, was fired at the insect and detonated, creating a sound akin to a bomb explosion.


    "Did, did we seed?"


    <strong>Scuttle, scuttle-scuttle!</strong>


    <strong>Whoosh!</strong>


    "Argh!"


    "Christopher!"


    "Damn, we need to relocate the wounded to the rear!"


    The magic bullet also proved ineffective at breaching the insect''s armor, merely further infuriating it.


    The insect''s glow intensified. One knight who had used the magical tool was severely injured and rendered unable to continue inbat.


    <strong>Whoosh!</strong>


    <strong>Screeeech!</strong>


    As the knights started to lose hope, almost simultaneously, the sound of a sword plunging deep and the sharp scream of the insect were heard.


    "Aim for the joints between the segments!"


    It was Ian.


    <em>''How did he get up there?''</em>


    Dominic was amazed to see Ian standing on the insect''s body, maintaining his bnce as if he were surfing.


    Clearly, he was no ordinary person.


    "Be cautious! It''s flipping over!"


    Dominic yelled as the creature twisted its body in an attempt to throw off Ian, who clung to its back.


    "Kieeek!"


    However, it seemed Ian had anticipated this. Once again, he thrust his sword deep into another segment of the creature''s body. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he executed acrobatic maneuvers to prevent himself from being thrown off the creature''s back.


    "Pwook, pook!"


    The creature''s blood sttered in all directions.


    Its agonized screams persisted.


    <em>''This won''t suffice.''</em>


    At first nce, it might appear that the knights were winning, but Ian thought differently.


    <em>''It won''t tire out this easily.''</em>


    Could its immense size also indicate a tenacious vitality?


    The creature now appeared to be concentrating on pulling its body out of the narrow cave, seemingly giving up on defense.


    <em>''Enormous size, yet surprisingly agile, a bodyposed of dozens of segments allowing unpredictable maneuvers, tough skin deflecting most attacks, poisonous fangs, and sharp legs...''</em>


    There was only one solution.


    Finish it off before it escapes from the cave.


    It became a showdown between the creature attempting to force its way out of the narrow cave and the humans determined to end it before it could.


    "Fire! Fire! Fire!"


    "Sergeant! Are you out of your mind? Stay put! We can''t protect you either!"


    "Fire! Fire! Fire!"


    Then, Dominic began doing something peculiar.


    <em>''What is he up to?''</em>


    Had he lost his sanity out of fear?


    Dominic raised a ring containing fire magic over his head and began shouting activationmands randomly.


    "Ah, curse this humidity! Fire! Fire! Please, some fire!"


    It was a ring capable of casting fire magic thirty times, a gift he had received from Perot in exchange for making five bags of macaron cookies.


    Although its magic was only at the 1st-ss level, it was considered adequate because its original purpose was to create small mes for cooking.


    Furthermore, it had been designed to maximize the number of uses rather than power.


    "Dominic, what are you doing!"


    "Don''t order me around! Fire! Fire! Fire!"


    <strong>Whoosh!</strong>


    "Ah, it worked!"


    Finally, mes caught on the damp branches.


    Whether it was because the trees grew in a humid environment or because Perrot''s magic was weak, he had to shout the incantation nearly twenty times before sessfully igniting the fire.


    Dominic secretly congratted himself for conserving his magic until this moment.


    "Kieeek!"


    "Damn! It''s getting agitated!"


    "UghIf we can make it out of here, you''ll be held ountable for your actions!"


    As the fire caught onto the leaves and branchesden with moisture, it didn''t spread quickly, but a pungent smoke began to rise into the sky.


    The sudden thickening of the smoke further agitated the colossal creature.


    The knights, who had been barely fending off the creature''s legs, clenched their teeth.


    However, Dominic, undeterred, proceeded to do something else peculiar.


    "Wind! Wind! Wind!"


    This time, it was a brooch.


    Indeed, where there''s fire, there''s a need for bellows.


    Dominic typically used hand-cranked bellows to fan mes in the kitchen.


    [How about it? If you offer a one-month free dessert voucher for the new bakery, I can make another magical tool for you.]


    It was said that a wind magic spell usable around twenty times cost one gold coin in the capital.


    Hence, offering a one-month free dessert voucher to a bakery targeting nobles was certainly a loss.


    The wind magic was also of the 1st ss, and at best, it could only be used to dry hair or provide some relief from the heat.


    [Alright, this time, I''ll be the one at a loss. You''ve been working hard.]


    [Kekek! Thank you, vige chief!]


    Dominic had agreed for various reasons, thinking the cost was not high and it would serve as good publicity since rumors were circting that Perrot was obsessed with desserts.


    The brooch was meticulously crafted by Perrot, who didn''t want to jeopardize the deal.


    "Please, get stronger, please! Wind! Wind!"


    And now, he was putting all his effort into dispersing the smoke using that brooch.


    "Wind! Ah, wind! Just a bit! Why is this darn magic only producing a feeble breeze? Wind! Wind! Wind!"


    In a desperate plea for the spell, Dominic''s hope was in vain as the wind magic within the brooch failed to provide the desired performance.


    Well, it was only a first-ss magic, so it was understandable that one couldn''t expect too much.


    While one might not know much about embers, unless the wind was sufficiently strong, its effects were hard to notice.


    "Wind!"


    <strong>Whoosh-!</strong>


    <strong>Whoosh!</strong>


    Suddenly, a gust of wind burst from the brooch, instantly fanning the embers into a me.


    The magic within the magical tool had been ultimately etched by humans!


    Whether Perrot was excited about a new dessert idea or not, it seemed an excessive amount of mana had been injected into one of the dozens of wind spells in the brooch.


    If someone had used that on the furnace embers without knowing, it would have caused a disaster, with the pot flying off.


    "Done!"


    <strong>Zap-.</strong>


    An unfamiliar de pressed against Dominic''s neck, who was pleased to achieve his minor goal.


    "Could it be a spy?"


    A knight, who had been observing Dominic''s actionsor perhaps misconductattempted to apprehend him.


    "Did you n to involve us from the beginning!"


    The knight''s voice was filled with visible anger.


    And understandably so.


    The giant Centipede was still glowing, and the otherrades were barely defending themselves withoutnding any attacks. The chef they had brought for assistance was recklessly casting spells, and nearby trees were on fire, emitting smoke.


    To put it bluntly, it was chaos.


    <strong>Screech!</strong>


    "...Wyvern!"


    Finally, something appeared that would bring this chaotic battlefield to a climax.


    A predator among predators with a massive body and evenrger wingsthe Wyvern.


    It was undoubtedly attracted by the mes and smoke.


    <strong>Crash!</strong>


    "Everyone, dodge!"


    Shortly after, the Centipede''s tail emerged.


    It had sessfully emerged entirely from the cave.


    The Centipede, fully revealing its thirty pairs of legs and stretching over ten meters, was enough to freeze humans in their tracks.


    "...It''s unfortunate to leave without aplishing my mission."


    On the ground was a liberated giant Centipede, and in the sky was a Wyvern, known as the ruler of the heavens.


    The knights tightened their grips on their swords, preparing for the ultimate battle.


    "Ah, what are you saying! Hurry and take cover!"


    "It''s better to face death honorably than to cower and survive!"


    "Why are you like this, seriously! We have a dangerous situation, and you''re being brave?"


    "What does that even mean...?"


    "Centipedes are predators of spiders, and chickens are predators of Centipedes! Isn''t thatmon knowledge? Dodge, quickly! Don''t get caught in a brawl between giants and end up with your back broken for no reason!"


    It was Dominic, who had exhausted all his magical tools to summon that creature, and the first to seek refuge behind arge distant rock while grumbling.

 Chapter 38

    Chapter 38


    <strong>Screeeech!</strong>


    Three wyverns that had been drawing arge circle in the sky suddenly descended vertically toward the ground as if they werepeting to see who would go first.


    Evade!


    With a scream resembling that of a startled horse, knights scattered in all directions. They had realized what the three wyverns were aiming for.


    <strong>Screeeech!</strong>


    The Centipede, which had emerged from its burrow and be agile, tried to hide its body between the densely packed trees of the primeval forest. However, the sturdy talons of the wyverns prevented it from doing so.


    The battle between the four giant beasts, each stretching several meters, was so fierce that even the valorous knights couldn''t help but stare in awe.


    The Centipede twisted its body to strangle the neck of a wyvern.


    Another wyvern caught the Centipede and hurled it toward a rock in mid-air.


    As the Centipede tried to regain its senses, the three wyverns each ripped at its head, belly, and tail.


    The bodies of the wyverns were corroding due to the Centipede''s poison, and some even had torn wing membranes.


    But is there any creature that would be afraid of its food just because it struggles?


    Rather, the wyverns became more aggressive, attacking the Centipede with powerful wing ps and sharp talons.


    <strong>Screeeech!</strong>


    <strong>Thud!</strong>


    After about twenty minutes of a bloody fight, the oue was disappointing.


    The exhausted Centipede was carried once again into the sky by a wyvern, and after a quarrel among the other wyverns over dividing the prey, the giant Centipede was torn into three pieces in the sky.


    <strong>Whoooosh!</strong>


    The Centipedes blue and dense blood poured down to the ground.


    Although the knights and Dominic were covered in sshes of blood, it seemed that unlike saliva, the blood was not poisonous.


    ...Did you know?


    "Know what?


    That wyverns prey on centipedes.


    Maybe about half?


    Ian asked Dominic, but there was no definitive answer.


    To risk everything on a fifty-fifty chance. Should we call it good luck?


    Whether the wyverns would eat the Centipede was fifty-fifty. But it was almost certain that if they found the Centipede, they wouldnt leave it alone. So it''s not luck, its skill and wisdom, you know.


    How can you be so sure?


    Other knights had also gathered around.


    Even the knight who had pointed a sword at Dominic while he was casting fire magic was there.


    Didnt a knight say earlier that the wyverns are here in the mountains because its their mating season?


    Could you exin it in simpler terms?


    It seemed that these knights were quite ignorant about animal behavior.


    Gathering in a specific area during mating season means they are preparing to give birth and raise their young in that area.


    Is, is that so?


    Any of you married with a child?


    I have a daughter. She just turned two.


    A lovely age, indeed. Now, Sir Knight. What would you do if a strong, violent, and dirty creature lived near your young daughter?


    Hmm.


    Of course, being the honorable knight you are, you would try to civilize it, right? But what about wyverns?


    ...They would try to kill it.


    Exactly.


    Even if the wyverns did not eat the Centipede, Dominic was certain that the wyverns in mating season would definitely attack the Centipede.


    By the way, will youpensate for the magical items used in the battleter?


    Now that the big task was over, it seemed that thoughts ofpensation had begun to surface.


    ***


    Afterpleting their mission, the knights and Dominic received apuse and cheers from all directions.


    "Can''t we rest for a bit?"


    But having pushed themselves to the limit mentally and physically, they filled a full day with sleep and rest.


    Once the knights'' fatigue had somewhat eased, the lords called them back to themand tent. They needed more specific information.


    "...So everyone watched the end of the Sentinel with their eyes wide open."


    "There''s no doubt that many people would have suffered if it weren''t for you!"


    "Exactly! Have you seen its outer shell? If such a massive creature stirred the mountains, it would have been inevitable for smaller monsters toe out and attack humans."


    "The knights should be proud of their valor!"


    The lords, whoid the debris brought by the knights on the table, shivered continuously.


    It was horrifying to think what could have happened if they had not been effective.


    "The vige chief has worked hard."


    "You tter me."


    Everyone in themand tent turned their eyes to Dominic at the quietly spoken words of Count Sinir.


    <em>''I wish they would just generously give me a reward now.''</em>


    Among the local lords, Count Sinir was a nobleman who, just for feeding the soldiers well and boosting his pride, reduced the tax burden by 80%.


    <em>''Although our vige is small, if they''re cutting taxes that dramatically, they''re probably not just doing it for show. Please, something good!''</em>


    Money is good, and so isnd. In life, it''s either cash or real estate.


    "Although there were some seriously injured and several minor injuries among our knights, thanks to the wisdom of the vige chief and the magic tools, there were no deaths or disabled."


    The faces of the knights who participated in the battle lit up with positive light. Fortunately, no one wanted to monopolize the credit.


    After all, the only one who inflicted meaningful damage on the Centipede was Ian, so the other knights would consider themselves lucky just to go along with it.


    "Vige chief, Dominic. We will pay triple the value of the magic tools you used. Unfortunately, you are not military personnel, so promotion is difficult. However, we will give you a bonus equivalent to a captain of a hundred men and a silver medal!"


    "I ept!"


    "And for Knight Ian..."


    Count Sinir continued, but about thirty question marks floated above Dominic''s head.


    <em>''What''s this? Is this the end? No way, really? Is this really the end?''</em>


    Magic tools are not that expensive. They contain 1st ss magic but with limited uses.


    <em>''The bonus a captain of a hundred men gets is just okay, and the medal is useless to me, who doesn''t care for loyalty or honor.''</em>


    "Congrattions, Vige Chief!"


    "You deserve this silver medal, man!"


    The knights who had faced life and death with him congratted him, but Dominic''s face did not brighten up.


    <em>''Ah! Maybe they''re worried about jealousy if they give me a big reward in front of everyone? Yeah, that must be it. How thoughtful!''</em>


    Dominic returned to his tent with a bag of reward money and a medal, still in full uniform, waiting for the moment the lord would call him.


    "Cook!"


    Then a soldier called him from outside.


    "Oh, finally!"


    "Um, they''re asking if you can prepare a simple meal for lunch tomorrow when they return. What should I say?"


    "...Is that it?"


    "Yes?"


    But in the end, the count did not seek Dominic.


    That night, Dominic had to drink two bottles of wine before he could finally sleep.


    ***


    "Soldiers keep messing around everywhere, anyway. Ugh!"


    "What''s bothering you so much?"


    "Oh, you''re here? Are you staying as themander?"


    "As of yesterday, themand has returned to the lord. I have to follow my original mission."


    "Your original mission?"


    "To protect you, as Lord Theodore ordered."


    Dominic patted Ian on the shoulder at his answer.


    "...?"


    "Keep it up."


    "Why are you looking at me like that?"


    "Originally, in the military, having your merit stolen happens as easily as breathing. Don''t be too distressed. I also just received a small sum and it was over. In fact, that centipede''s capture was pretty much done by me. Isn''t that right?"


    "What are you talking about? Why did you get a small sum?"


    "Sir, I know you''re modest, but saying you received a lot seems a bit much, doesn''t it?"


    Dominic continued to toss a small pouch up and down.


    "I forgot."


    "What did you forget?"


    "You''re not affiliated with our territorial army, are you?"


    "Are you going to levy a tax on me now?"


    "No, it''s not that. It''s the medal you''re holding."


    "The medal? Why? Should I give it to you, sir? Do you need it?"


    "..."


    For a moment, Dominic thought Ian might be more ambitious or power-hungry than he''d initially believed.


    "The Silver Medal is awarded to those who made a major contribution."


    "Yes, yes. It''s an honor."


    Dominic still responded indifferently.


    But Ian didn''t care about Dominic''s reaction and continued speaking.


    "The Silver Medal, awarded to the one who has made the greatest achievement, also serves as a sign that you will receive the most valuable thing captured in battle as a prize."


    <strong>Thump.</strong>


    Upon hearing that, Dominic dropped the pouch filled with gold coins onto the floor.


    "It looks like you finally understand."


    "Well, then..."


    "That outer shell of the centipede. That means it''s now your possession."


    "Lord, may you live a thousand years!"


    "Tsk."


    The once-muted historical drama dialogue popped out again.


    **


    Although forces remained to clear residual monsters, Dominic, who hadpleted even the extra mission, returned to Evergreen with the Lord''s permission.


    And then several utterly peaceful days passed by.


    Just the kind of everyday life Dominic had hoped for.


    <strong>Whooosh!</strong>


    Dominic, preparing a rural-style meal after a long time, stoked a strong fire in the stove.


    On the cooking table were already prepared ingredients, piled up. Squid, shellfish, conch, shrimp, cabbage, bok choy, mushrooms, and fresh bamboo shoots were in abundance.


    "I should stir-fry some pork here too."


    <strong>Sizzle, sizzle.</strong>


    Spicy pepper and pork started to fry in therge wok, followed by seafood and vegetables.


    "Ah-. Lard is different, even the smell!"


    Therd, which turned transparent in an instant upon meeting the heat, generously coated thevish ingredients, filling the entire cooking area with a tempting aroma.


    "Fire!"


    Dominic stylishly eximed, as if chanting a magic incantation.


    In reality, he was just sprinkling some high-proof alcohol to create arge me and remove any fishy smell, but the onlookers spontaneously apuded.


    "Wow! Impressive!"


    "Typical Dominic! Powerful!"


    Two middle-aged, well-matched burly men.


    Calron and Lord Theodore Sinir.


    The jjamppong was nearing its final stages.


    Dominic added red pepper powder to the ingredients, then poured in the seafood-based broth he had prepared since morning.


    "Are you going to taste it first?"


    "Of course!"


    Dominic brought out four bowls, neatly arranged the noodles, and generously poured the red soup and ingredients over them.


    One for the two middle-aged men, one for Ian, and one for himself.


    "Done! My special seafood and pork jjamppong."


    "Wow!"


    "But are you sure you''re okay? Jjamppong is really not good for gout."


    "What do you take a Swordmaster''s physique for!"


    "...I did warn you clearly, right?"


    Dominic sighed softly and handed a bowl to Lord Theodore as well.


    "But why are you eating here when you''re staying at the resort? Our resort food is quite good."


    "I''ve been eating it since before you came, and I''m already sick of it. Ah! This is great! Men''s food! It''s got a kick, haha!"


    Dominic saw the thick sweat on their foreheads and their panting lips. They were clearly finding it spicy, but they put on a bravado until the end.


    "When are you going back? You can''t stay here forever."


    "Well, I have to see the auction of your outer shell at least. They say it''s going to be a big festival?"


    "There''s still quite some time until it happens, you know?"


    "Hehe, what I have in abundance are strength and time."


    Wearing a floral embroidered shirt, long-term resort guest Lord Theodore strolled around the vige leisurely.

 Chapter 39

    Chapter 39


    "But Dominic, do we really need to hold the auction in our vige?" Calron, who had just devoured a bowl of jjamppong, inquired.


    "Traders passing through the vige suggest that it would be better to auction our wyvern scales in the capital."


    "That''s a valid point. The capital is home to affluent individuals who wouldn''t hesitate to splurge on rare items."


    Lord Theodore also concurred with this perspective.


    Dominic, who had returned to Evergreen, had astounded everyone when he disyed the Centipede''s scales. They were exceptional materials; not a single scratch was visible despite enduring severe de attacks, and they were lighter than an iron shield.


    Even though they were fragments haphazardly shattered by wyverns, they were substantial enough to be fashioned into shields or smaller pieces that could serve as arm guards or shin guards. Their potential applications were limitless.


    "Even if we''re unsure, participating in a renowned auction in the capital could generate enough funds to spur development in a vige the size of Evergreen."


    "Why bother sending it to the capital? There won''t be much left aftermissions and taxes."


    Dominic appeared resolute in his intention to hold the auction in the vige.


    Following his business trip, he promptly sent out auction invitations to neighboring nobles and resort guests. He clearly possessed a strong determination to make it happen.


    "I understand you''re promoting it extensively, but it will still be challenging to realize its true value."


    "Don''t worry. We''ll earn at least double the profitpared to selling it in the capital."


    "Twice as much? Confidence is great, but don''t lose touch with reality, or the vige will suffer."


    Lord Theodore offered some advice with a gracious expression, but Dominic remained confident.


    "Do you know anyone as pragmatic as me, Lord?"


    "So you''re genuinely iming we can make more than twice as much?"


    "I mentioned that our profits would exceed twice as much, not that the final bid would be twice as much."


    "I must be getting old; young people''s wordy is bing hard to follow. Heh heh. Don''t beat around the bush with an old man."


    The robust gentleman, who appeared strong enough to wrestle a cow, chuckled as he stroked his beard.


    "But isn''t our vige quite distant from the major cities?"


    "Exactly. It''s too inconvenient to reach."


    "That''s why I''m nning to stay here long-term," Lord Theodore said with a sly grin.


    "What if we sell this rare Centipede scale, which even seasoned knights have never seen before, in our remote vige? If it were you, when would you arrive?"


    "Hmm-. Aha!"


    It seemed that Lord Theodore had finally grasped Dominic''s n.


    "People would n an extravagant journey, not knowing what might happen along the way. Naturally, not only the resort but also the buildings in the vige, as well as inns in nearby viges and cities, will be fully booked."


    ording to Dominic, Evergreen''s primary business from the outset was tourism.


    There was no intention of letting go of customers willing to spend generously.


    <em>''I should make a fortune!''</em>


    He couldn''t help but drool at the prospect.


    "Not just amodations. Consider the amount they would spend on food and other expenses. How many of them might decide to extend their stay?"


    "Heh heh. This is why Patrick wanted to appoint you as the administrative officer. What a waste of talent, truly a waste."


    "Come on, you don''t find it a waste at all."


    "You catch on quickly. For an old guy like me in the back room, a guy who can create a retirement haven is a hundred times better than apetent administrative officer."


    After passing on the title of lord to his son, the elderly count neatly resolved the situation andpletely refrained from meddling in the management of the territory.


    "Calron, the new shops in the vige are finally getting settled, aren''t they?" Dominic asked Calron.


    "Yes. The guestsing to the resort are surprisingly easygoing. So these days, everyone is having a good time."


    "That newly opened skewer grill is now my regr spot. The secret sauce is absolutely amazing. I''ll treat you next time."


    Lord Theodore, pretending to be knowledgeable, relished the taste. He had just finished a bowl of jjamppong and seemed quite satisfied.


    Ever since bing a Swordmaster, even his digestion appeared to be at a master level.


    Just the other day, there wasn''t a single restaurant or bakery. In the blink of an eye, small stalls started appearing, and now makeshift stores made of nks had almost filled the vige square.


    "So, Dominic, we keep receiving requests from outsiders who want to open a store in our vige. Should we continue to reject them, or can we start epting?"


    "Not yet. We run the risk of outsiders taking over local businesses, especially with the vige''s growth."


    Since the construction of the resort, Dominic had been consistently encouraging the vigers to start businesses.


    He emphasized that outsiders woulde to the vige and spend money, and opportunities woulde to those who acted first. Inspired by this, some quick-acting vigers rolled up their sleeves and got to work.


    [My wife''s cooking skills are decent. Maybe we should start a small snack stall. We don''t need much to start.]


    [How about I start brewing some alcohol? It won''t take much time if it''s liquor.]


    [I want to sell leather goods... Can I set up a spot in the vige square, sir? I can make small essories for now.]


    Anton Trade and Anton''s grandfather also obtained permission from Dominic to set up shops.


    Stores selling general goods and local products began popping up, infusing the vige with vitality.


    "It''s starting to feel like a tourist shopping district."


    Thanks to prior arrangements with the local fishermen and Wizard Perot, and Laki, who excelled as an all-weather assistant, the vige continued to run smoothly even when Dominic was away.


    [Should I buy something as a keepsake?]


    [Hey, kid. Are you drawing portraits? Then draw one of me with the beach in the background.]


    [Owner! One bottle of alcohol here! Ha ha, it''s been a while since I drank like this on the street.]


    Guests visiting the resort spent money day and night at the local stalls and stores.


    The excitement of travel loosened their purse strings.


    As money started to circte in the vige, the vigers became even more enthusiastic aboutmercial activities, creating a virtuous cycle.


    "Thank goodness. If the shopping district was empty during the festival, it would''ve been dull. What do the priests say?"


    "Heh heh, I''ve managed to calm them all down. Their excitement was through the roof just because the festival was named the ''Birth Festival.''"


    "I appreciate your efforts."


    Dominic had more in mind than just an auction.


    So, he thought of organizing a ''Birth Festival,'' inviting the temple!


    <em>''How great is it? After all, festivals are the pinnacle of faith. People should buy amulets for the health and future of their children. Ah, is it called ''amulet'' here? Well, it''s the same thing.''</em>


    The festival was also prepared to sell to tourists.


    <em>''I''ve got to make sure that these big spenders stay in the vige for at least one more day!''</em>


    That''s how Dominic meticulously prepared to tap into even the pocket change of the guests.


    ***


    "Is this Evergreen? I heard it was a small fishing vige."


    "Wow, it''s like a whole new world!"


    The small group of mercenaries, consisting of five members, couldn''t help but be amazed as they stood at the entrance of the vige.


    Even Wizard Perot was captivated by the beautiful beach and well-organized buildings that resembled a painting.


    "Adventurers? You must be hungry. How about some noodles? If you order five bowls, you get a free shot of clear liquor."


    As they entered the vige, enticing aromas from restaurants and street vendors greeted them.


    Meat sizzling over charcoal, a pot of mysterious soup simmering away, and a variety of unfamiliar foods were everywhere.


    <strong>Gurgle-</strong>


    "How about some meat and beer?"


    "I''d prefer noodles."


    "Those sandwiches with grilled meat look delicious!"


    "Hmm, okay! Let''s each have a meal with what we want, explore the vige a bit, and meet back here in an hour."


    An hourter, the five mercenaries reconvened, each holding various souvenirs and trinkets.


    "Hey, you too?"


    "Yeah, me too."


    Dominic, who had finallypleted the three-story tea house, watched them happily from a table with the best view.


    "Would you like to try this new tea?"


    "Aren''t you busy? Thendlord is around here, you know."


    "My grandfather taught me that when you open a new shop, you should stay at least a week."


    "You''ve learned well. I was worried we wouldn''t finish construction on time."


    "You have no idea how many magical tools we used to meet the deadline. But seeing the customers pouring in, I think we''ll quickly recover the construction cost."


    True to his words, there were only a few empty seats left in the three-story tea house.


    The teahouse was a joint investment made by Anton and Dominic.


    "We needed andmark."


    From now on, this teahouse would be the focal point for tourists visiting Evergreen.


    "Is tomorrow night the eve?"


    "Yes, I think the early merchants will start setting up their stalls in the square soon."


    "Are you going to oversee all of that?"


    "That''s the n for now."


    Even if all preparations wereplete, money moved in unpredictable ways, and unexpected setbacks often urred.


    It was okay if problems arose.


    As long as they were resolved quickly.


    "I hope nothing happens, though. Sir, I haven''t seen Lord Theodore today?"


    "I heard a guest ising. He must not have left the resort."


    Was it just his imagination, or did Ian seem much more rxed with his master and lord not around?


    Dominic also nned to enjoy some leisure for a while.


    The festival would start soon, and things would get busy again.


    "Ah, this is delicious!"


    The tea happened to suit his taste as well.


    He hadn''t found anything simr to coffee beans yet, but these days, he enjoyed tea because he could get a wide variety of tea leaves.


    "It''s rxing. I need to make money quickly and retire to live like this."


    Dominic spoke of his modest wish.


    "Who owns thend in the square? The early bird catches the worm! Hey,dy! Leave when I ask you nicely, okay? We don''t discriminate!"


    Then, an unusualmotion emanated from the vige square outside the teahouse.


    "Is that so? Good for you. We don''t discriminate either."


    Someone should have intervened.


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