Chapter 21 : Irene has a food she wants to remember! (2)

Fried meat.

The first food that came to mind was chicken.

Then there was sweet and sour pork, karaage, tonkatsu, Milanese, and so on. There were so many dishes that I couldn’t name them all.

“Awawa…”

There were too many possibilities, so I wanted to bite the blue desire more and feel various tastes….

But the taste of alcohol was too strong, so it was meaningless.

If I could find out what kind of meat was used, I could say that I found out more than half…

My small, soft body was too weak for alcohol, so I couldn’t know the next step.

“For now… Ms. Irene is completely out. She couldn’t handle the alcohol and fell asleep.”

“She must be spending every day like that.”

Maeve smiled bitterly and stroked my head.

“How about our Great Demon Lord? Did you find out what kind of food Ms. Irene wants to eat?”

“She seems to want to eat fried food.”

“Oh…! What, what! Then already……”

Maeve smiled and spoke, then covered her mouth with her hand.

“…What does she want to eat? I can think of so many things right now.”

“I also talked to her a bit, but it’s difficult to guess exactly.”

“Ugh… Can I eat it instead? I’m strong against alcohol.”

How can you taste it when you can’t even see the Seven?

“Hmm… Then, for now, how about frying just about anything?”

“I’m not stupid.”

I jumped off the chair and spoke.

“Irene is a famous carriage maker in Moonrise Castle.”

“That’s right? That’s why Rian wrote us a letter of recommendation?”

“If you recall what Irene said, you can see that she tried to eat the food she wanted to eat.”

Maeve thought for a moment, then nodded.

“She said that no matter how much she inquired and found out the recipe, it tasted different.”

“That’s it. It’s unlikely that Irene realized it herself through meditation.”

“That’s right! The fact that she inquired means that the people around here must know Irene’s story?”

“If we ask around about Ms. Irene’s story, the clues will quickly gather.”

People should live smartly!

I don’t know what the desired taste is, but I can find out the name of the dish!

“I thought people were coming out of Irene’s house after a long time, but that was the reason.”

The bald man, who was glistening with sweat, was a blacksmith.

“I want to make the food that Irene wants to eat.”

“Our little lady doesn’t seem to know… That’s completely bullshit…”

“What are you saying in front of a child! Father!”

A woman with her hair tied in a ponytail appeared and hit the bald man on the back.

“It’s bullshit, so I’m calling it bullshit…”

Unable to overcome his daughter’s temper, the bald man stepped aside.

“Hahaha… Ms. Irene seems to have… done a lot of things?”

Maeve smiled awkwardly and pointed to Irene’s house with her thumb.

“She did a lot of things while drunk. But the thing my father mentioned is a different story.”

There’s something even worse than acting drunk?!

“Ah!! Then can you tell us what kind of food she wanted to eat?”

“Ah, that’s… I don’t know the name either. But I know the various incidents she caused.”

Incidents, what on earth did she do?!

“You know that there are many people from the west in our Moonrise Castle, right?”

“Haha, I’m also from the west, I’m ashamed to say.”

“It’s been a long time since Irene went to those people and asked them to tell her the recipe for a certain dish.”

“How long has it been?”

The woman thought for a moment, then spread her hand.

“It’s been about 5 years.”

Compared to Grandma Mae’s black desire, 5 years feels light…

But considering the average of the Seven, it feels like this one has also been sucking passion for quite a long time.

“But… She always got angry that she was scammed. Even when the merchants from the west told her, she said it wasn’t it, it tasted different…”

“Ah, ahh… She paid for the recipes, but she just got angry that they were all different?”

The woman sighed and nodded.

“Then last year, a merchant guild that felt sorry for her brought a famous chef from the west.”

“I think I know… She must have gotten angry at that person too, saying it wasn’t it.”

“Ugh… That’s right. At that time, everyone around here was so embarrassed because Irene cried, got angry, and suffered so much.”

Maeve smiled bitterly.

“She must have wanted to eat it that much… Was it that delicious…”

“Ah, did you not hear the explanation?”

The woman looked around, then covered her mouth with her hand.

“It’s definitely not just because she wants to eat something delicious.”

“There’s a story?”

“Of course. Of course there is! There was a girl who was very close to Irene.”

Maeve’s eyes started to sparkle at the woman’s story.

“She’s a girl from the west, and her father does important work in Moonrise Castle. So she didn’t go back and forth to her hometown, but she just stayed here.”

“Oh, ohh…! Was that girl and Ms. Irene close?”

“They were. They were really close. When Irene was locked up in the workshop, skipping meals and making carriages, she would go in, feed her, laugh, and chat, you know?”

It was a pretty pleasant story, but the woman’s face was dark.

“Her name was Anastasia… Sigh, it was unfortunate.”

“Uh, don’t tell me…”

“She was attacked by a monster…”

So that’s why her expression was dark.

And I understood Irene’s situation.

She just wanted to eat the food that her precious ‘friend’ who took good care of her made once again, but it didn’t work out.

“And… Irene, you know. No matter how much everyone says it’s not true, she thinks that Anastasia died because of her.”

“Huh? Wasn’t she attacked by a monster? How can that be Ms. Irene’s fault?”

“Anastasia was riding in a carriage. But that carriage wasn’t satisfactory to Irene.”

Maeve let out a long sigh.

“It’s the fault of the monster that lost its reason, the condition of the carriage shouldn’t matter…”

“So Irene wants to eat the food that Anastasia made?”

“It seems like that. Because she can’t do that, it seems like she can’t let go of the past either…”

The bald man, who had been listening to the story quietly, clicked his tongue.

“The situation is unfortunate, and we want to help, but there’s nothing we can do now…”

“My father isn’t just saying that. She asks all the merchants and ordinary people from the west, but it always ends with her drinking heavily because it wasn’t it.”

“Didn’t I tell you? She’s been soaked in alcohol for 5 years, her head is…”

The bald man was beaten by his daughter again this time.

“Ahaha… Sorry, Purpure, I feel like we wasted a little time.”

“No. It was a big help.”

Maeve has a very puzzled expression, but it was really a big help.

First of all, the story that Irene grabbed ‘people from the west’ and asked them to tell her the recipe was a huge hint.

This means that the number of cases is greatly reduced!

There are only a few dishes left that I can count with these small hands.

“You were still listening to the story.”

It was Dominicus, who had been looking around the market, unlike us.

“Did you get the information Purpure asked for?”

“It was easier to get than I thought. It seems that there’s no one in this Moonrise Castle who doesn’t know about Ms. Irene’s unfortunate situation.”

“Ahaha… We also heard the story from these people just now. The situation is certainly unfortunate.”

Dominicus put his hands together and prayed once briefly.

“First… As Lady Purpure requested, I found out what kind of meat Sister Irene bought.”

“She bought it properly?”

“Of course. She mainly bought pork loin.”

So it was this.

“Then did she properly buy breadcrumbs too?”

When I said, holding out my soft hand, Dominicus looked a little surprised.

“Huh? Breadcrumbs? Why did that suddenly come up?”

“It seems that the Great Demon Lord has already grasped what kind of dish to make.”

“That’s right. I already know the answer.”

Dominicus nodded.

“But are you sure?”

“Ah… That’s right, are you sure, Purpure? Ms. Irene didn’t like anything that the merchants or chefs from the west made, did she?”

Dominicus even received a paper with the recipe written on it from somewhere, and he took it out of his pocket and showed it to me.

“It’s okay. I have a plan.”

I checked the recipe that Dominicus handed me and smiled.

It was the answer, as expected.

A grand feast of oil and batter, browned and cooked to perfection.

The sound that rings out crisply with each bite, and the faint, full aroma that spreads!

And the tender pork juice that melts in it!!

There’s only one dish that has these elements alive.

“…But I remembered. According to this recipe, it shouldn’t taste like alcohol.”

“Uh, well… That’s probably.”

The blacksmith’s daughter, who had been listening to our story, smiled awkwardly.

“When Anastasia made food, Irene always ate it with alcohol.”

“Awawa…”

“Ugh, ugh… Don’t tell me she’s the type who always drinks alcohol when eating? Ms. Irene?”

So that’s why she doubts that her memory is fundamentally wrong!

“She liked alcohol the same in the past and now.”

Certainly, there’s nothing better than fried meat as a snack with alcohol!

With the problem that was bothering me solved, I could say confidently.

“I’ll defeat the Seven this time too!”

This time, I’ll get a carriage and regain my strength and memories!