The following day, Inglis and her platoon had safely entered Alucardâs domains. By dawn, they had arrived at the town next to the national border, Zihra.
If they wanted to continue staying hidden until they arrived at the very heart of Alucard, they should march under the cover of night and hide during the light of the day. However, Alucard was not in the best of states as a kingdom, and they had to take into account the two armies that would soon meet at the border too. Depending on how the die rolls, they might or might not have to prioritize speed over caution.
In short, they couldnât decide for themselves. Which meant they needed to have something to base their decision on. They needed to gather information.
For that reason, Inglis and her platoon decided to hide their Flygear Carrier in the forest at the outskirts of the city and headed into Zihra.
ãAll right, itâs a town, a town~! If I recall, the spicy foods here are delicious, right~?ã
ãSpicy foods warm us up too, so theyâre just the thing we need.ã
ãAah, my bellyâs so empty~ Hurry up, Glis! Isnât it exciting being in a new town~ã
ãYeah, it is, Rani. It makes us wonder what kind of delicious treats we will get to relish too.ã
At the sight of the two of them flaring out their appetite, Leone could only sigh.
ãWe are not here for an eating tour, you two. Donât forget to gather information andâ¦ã
ãFufu. Youâre still too green, Leone.ã
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ãIf weâre snooping around sniffing for info left and right, weâd look totally suspicious, you know?ã
ãItâs more natural to pretend that we are tourists on our culinary tour, isnât that right, Rani?ã
ãThatâs right. And so, this is by no means at all me wanting to round up the city for treats or me finding the cooking duty to be troublesome, or even me getting tired of sleeping in a tent because itâs just too cold and wanting to take a nap in an inn or anything!ã
ãâ¦â¦Geez. Make sure you do your duty. We are cooking in turns, you hear me?ã
ãBut, your cooking is way tastier than ours, Leone!ã
Apparently, Leone used to cook for herself back in Arlman. When her brother, Leon, had forsaken his status as a Holy Knight and joined the Ironblood Chain Brigade, people began to leave the Olpha family behind them, as now it was seen as the household of a traitor. Inevitably, Leone was forced to take care of herself, hence the excellent cooking skill. For example, the hot pot that they had eaten as they waited for night to fall yesterday was made by Leone.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
ãFlattery wonât give you anything. Eating properly and staying in shape during a march is part of a Knightâs duty. That is why, we must be well-practiced in cooking too, you hear?ã
ãBut thereâs no such thing as culinary training at the Academy.ã
ãI am not much of a cook myself, so Iâd rather eat in town tooâ¦â¦ã
ãNow youâre saying it too, Liselotte.ã
Leone let out another sigh.
ãAh, Liselotte surely understands~ã
ãOf course. If I presented my cookings to all of you and you wrecked your stomach and fell ill, wouldnât it be quite the pickle then?ã
ãEeh?! Wh-, what do meanâ¦â¦?ã
ãNo, you see, there was a time I presented my home-cooked meal to my Father back at our hometown, and then he fell sick right afterwardâ¦ã
ãY-, you sure it wasnât just a coincidence? Maybe it wasnât your cooking, maybe the former Prime Minister just happened to be sick beforehand!ã
ãBut still, it happened not just once or twiceâ¦ã
ãI-, I seeâ¦ã
ãSir Althea must have had it roughâ¦ã
Seeing how he put his body on the line for his daughter so many times, the man who always looked strict and straight-laced might have been much more of a doting father than he appeared. If that was the case, then perhaps he and Inglis could understand each other better. They did share the same kind of parental love, after all.
Whilst she was more of a granddaughter than a daughter, Rafinha always looked adorable in Inglisâ eyes. She was willing to put her body on the line for Rafinha. She wished for her happiness from the bottom of her heart. That being said, illicit relationship with the other sex was a whole matter altogether. It was still too early for Rafinha for that kind of thing yet.
ãI-, itâs okay. I will help. Iâll tell you if youâre doing it wrong.ã
Ian overheard the conversation and interrupted. He was wearing a fur cloak with its hood pulled until it covered his eyes, effectively making his face hidden. Zihra town was close to the territory which Ianâs family governed, and so he was concerned that some of the residents here might be familiar with him.
Lahti was doing the same, hiding his face under his hood. He was, after all, the Prince of this Kingdom, he should be warier than Ian. Pullum next to them, though, was not hiding her face at all.
ãI appreciate it. Iâm under your care.ã
ãYes. Let me do anything I can to help. Thatâs the least I can do to atoneâ¦â¦ã
ãWell, enough with the talking, letâs grab some food! After eating, weâll sleep in the warmth of a bed! We canât lose sleep, after all!ã
ãAn inn with a diner should take care of both, then.ã
ãThatâs right, Glis. Ooh, how about we go there?ã
ãYeah, I think it looks good.ã
ãGodspeed then!ã
ãAh, Rani. Itâs slippery with all the snow, so donât get too hasty.ã
ãKyaah?!ã
ãAah, right after I told you!ã
ãAhaha. They look like happy tourists alright. Theyâre playing it out flawlessly.ã
Seeing Inglis and Rafinha, Lahti let out a dry laugh.
Up until then, there was particularly no trouble with their mission, butâ¦
ãIâm sorry, but weâre not serving food right now. Weâre having a food shortage. And not just our inn, but all the other diners in the town too.ã
The innkeeperâs face clouded over as she let out a deep sigh.
ããEEEeeehhh?!ãã
Growl growl groowll~!
Inglis and Rafinhaâs screams roared at the same time as their stomachs rumbled.