Chapter 39 (2/2)

While watching the reaction, Olivia and the guild master prayed with their fingers crossed.

If you look at it, Rafina is also worried about everyone’s reaction.

As a guild official, it’s a moment of tension.

Whether or not Leviathan eggs are accepted as an ingredient.

“How was it?”

Not afraid, Rafina irresistibly asked a question.

The fist she held in front of her chest was shaking slightly.

“that……”

One aristocrat raises his hand.

He was a blind old man with white hair.

“Is there another one …”

“Huh?”

“This one too!”

“I want to eat too!”

“Me too!”

“Please change!”

Everyone raises their hands one after another and calls for “refills”.

Those who should have enjoyed quiche, cold soup, two types of scallops with fish eggs, meat dishes and full-course meals come here and want a “refill”.

It was expressed as a direct evaluation rather than the word “good” and the impression of the souffle omelet.

Seeing the confusing reaction rather than the applause of thunder, Rafina responds with a margin.

“I was in trouble because everyone was just a glutton. I understand. Let’s meet everyone’s expectations.”

Rafina winks lightly.

The playful production makes the voice even more exciting. Immediately, a refill was prepared, and the participants struck a chord.

Twice, or to be exact, three times.

I’m surprised to eat this much.

Complex taste of monster ingredients.

The concept of an egg that I know has been completely overturned.

In the future, if taste is studied and various cooking methods are born, how will it evolve?

“Fufufu …”

It was Olivia who laughed.

The guild master next to her and Pamela are also laughing.

“It’s funny, Zelet-kun. Demon food …”

“I’m glad that I was finally able to convey the real thrill of demon food to Zelet-kun.”

“How was it? It’s more interesting than a hunter who just subdues monsters, isn’t it? The cooking guild?”

Finally, Pamela asked a question with a doy face.

I frown a little at the expression that she already knows the answer to.

Eventually I finished eating the souffle omelet and wiped my mouth.

“It’s okay …”

I answered.