6 The Manor in Loire Valley (2/2)

Carrots, potatoes, guarus (radishes), Juhuoms (ginger), quosops (onions), and frudops (banana).

It seems like Casimir forgot that he was in another world and that food ingredients may be different from what he was used to.

Just as the chef was laughing to himself, he suddenly spotted something that made him stop.

Casimir held a jar which contained black powder and was about to dump its contents into the pot.

”Ah! Young master! That's coffee!”

It was too late.

In went the coffee, into the stew.

...

Casimir sat on the dining table, eating his breakfast sulkily.

In the previous world, having plants in one's home was a luxury, let alone constantly taking care and maintaining them and, with his busy schedule, he didn't have enough time to do any proper housework.

The only thing he was good at was cooking and now, he couldn't even do that properly anymore.

He sighed dejectedly.

...

”Young master! Please stay calm!” A rough looking man said in worry, hoping that the creature inside the stable wouldn't harm Casimir. ” We'll try to get you out as soon as possible!”

After having finished eating breakfast, Casimir was led to what looked to be an enlarged version of a horse stable, except, it didn't house horses.

Inside it were two rows of spacious, semi-open rooms filled with hay, serving as a home for creatures of various shapes, colors, sizes, and origins.

The stables, with its large size, had a second floor which allowed guests to view the creatures from the top. There, Casimir saw many creatures that he thought were only myths and some which was totally unknown to him.

There were horses with wings and had the head of an eagle, horses made entirely of bones, lions with the tail of a scorpion, and a few more which Casimir had no words to describe.

Suddenly, Casimir spotted a familiar creature in an isolated stable at the farthest corner of the stables, away from the other creatures.

Hey! Isn't that the beast from yesterday? Casimir walked towards back end of the stables, followed by Edgar, a rough looking man who served in the manor as the head caretaker of Lord Proulx's collection of beasts from around the world. Coincidentally, he was also the only servant, aside from Alphonse, who wasn't a squib.

Arriving at the location which was directly above the creature's stable, Casimir turned towards Edgar with a curious expression. ”Mr. Edgar, what is this creature called?”

”Young master, this creature is a Skaduwee, a creature which was caught in the Island of Severe in Africa.” Edgar answered.

”Oh, I see. Thank you.” Casimir smiled gratefully and continued admiring the pitch black Skaduwee below him, leaning dangerously on the rails to try and get a closer look.

As if suddenly remembering something, Edgar shouted to warn Casimir and hastily reached to pull the boy away from the rails. ”Young master! Be careful!”

Huh?

Suddenly, the rails creaked and, the next thing he knew, he was already falling towards the stable.

Which led us to our current situation.

Fortunately, there was a pile of hay which cushioned Casimir's fall. Unfortunately, his fall attracted the attention of the Skaduwee.

Just how unlucky could he be on this day?