Eguchi Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill: Volume 14

1. Auflage 2023
ISBN: 978-1-7183-4326-9
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
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E-Book, Englisch, Band 14, 250 Seiten

Reihe: Campfire Cooking in Another World with My Absurd Skill

Enough is enough! The Church of Rubanov has violated Mukohda's privacy one time too many-on top of their habit of trafficking their own people and subjugating the non-human races-and Demiurge, the God of All Creation, has finally decided that something must be done about them. What, specifically? Why, sending Mukohda and his familiars over to ruin their day in the most explosive manner possible, of course!

Bringing down a dictatorial, human-supremacist theocracy isn't the only item on Mukohda's itinerary, though. He also has shopping to do, and conveniently enough, the one town where he stands any chance of replacing his irreparably damaged magic stove happens to be just a short hop away from the Holy Kingdom of Rubanov's capital. However, that may not be the last stop on their trip if his familiars have anything to say about it...

Autoren/Hrsg.

Eguchi, Ren

Weitere Mitwirkende

Masa

Hill, Tristan K.

Leseproben

Chapter 1: Demiurge Takes Center Stage

My familiars and I were on our way to the Holy Kingdom of Rubanov, and had set up camp for the night in the massive forest that stretched across the border between the Holy Kingdom and the nearby cluster of smaller nations. We’d set out from Karelina earlier that morning, and theoretically we made it all the way to the Holy Kingdom in a single day’s travel, but that would have meant arriving at the Church’s main temple after night had already fallen.

Wrecking the place that late at night would mean fewer witnesses, and that, I figured, would probably make our effort to send a message a lot less effective. The more people there were around to see the Rubanovs get taken down a peg, the greater the impact this would have! And so, after consulting with my familiars, we’d decided to bed down in the woods and finish our journey to the Rubanovs’ main temple the following morning.

“And now that we have agreed on our plan, it is time for us to eat!”

“Yes, indeed! We’ll have to be thoroughly prepared for tomorrow’s venture, after all.”

«And by prepared, you mean stuffed! Nothing better before a fight than a full stomach!»

«Sui’ll eat tons!»

“You guys are making it sound like you gorge yourselves even when we have an important mission to take care of,” I jabbed. “And besides, you’re gonna be stuffing yourselves tomorrow morning, aren’t you?”

“I see no need to state the obvious.”

“Really, you have to ask?”

«Yeah, what we eat tomorrow’s got nothing to do with what we eat now.»

«Sui’ll eat lots now tomorrow!»

I reflected with a chuckle as I started getting dinner ready. Not that there was much for me to do this time. I just had to take some premade meals I’d cooked in Karelina out from my Item Box.

I figured there was no chance at all of anything bad happening to my familiars during our raid on the Church. But that said, we trying to put on a pretty flashy show, so I wasn’t taking the attack lightly. Fel and Gon could speak the human tongue, so their efforts would be particularly essential! As such, I’d decided to prepare a dish that, according to a superstition back in my homeland, would ensure victory in any endeavor.

“Here you go, guys! It’s katsudon night!”

I set down my familiars’ extra-large personal bowls, each of which was filled with a heaping helping of katsudon. All four of them dug in so quickly, you’d think I’d kept them waiting for hours. I thought to myself with a nod.

“You called this dish ‘katsudon,’ my liege? It’s exquisite!” Gon said between ravenous mouthfuls.

The dish consisted of fried pork cutlets—or, well, technically orc cutlets, in this case—briefly simmered in a delicious salty-sweet sauce made from soy sauce, mirin, and sugar. Then you pour a beaten egg on top and let it cook until it’s on the right side of half-done, and serve it over a heaping bowl of freshly-cooked rice.

wouldn’t I was starting to drool just looking at my familiars’ meals and decided to get started myself, digging into my own bowl with a pair of chopsticks.

“Yup! That’s delicious, all right!” I said, then I wolfed down the rest of the bowl at a breakneck pace.

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“Phew! Your katsudon was truly delectable, my liege!”

“Yes, it thoroughly acceptable. I, however, would have preferred the meat in isolation.”

«You mean the cutlets, right? Yeah, those are some seriously good stuff!»

«Sui likes it both ways!»

We’d finished our dinner, and were now chatting together as we enjoyed some glasses of after-meal soda. Considering how much Fel had just eaten, I could only roll my eyes at his half-hearted protests. He’d eaten even more than usual, actually, as had the rest of my familiars. Maybe they’d been especially voracious in preparation for tomorrow? They’d been so hungry, I had actually started to think I might run out of katsudon before they were satisfied, which had put me into a bit of a panic.

“Oh, don’t worry. I made plenty of plain cutlets too, so you can have those for breakfast tomorrow morning,” I said, much to everyone’s delight. be opting for a significantly lighter breakfast menu myself, of course. In my four familiars’ eyes, gorging yourself on meat first thing in the morning was only natural, and so long as there was enough of it, they didn’t fuss too much over how it was prepared. Starting off their day with oily, fried meats was no problem at all for them.

I was feeling a little queasy just the piles of cutlets I’d be serving tomorrow morning, and took a sip of the black coffee I was drinking from my favorite mug to soothe my stomach.

“Hey, Fel, Gon? About tomorrow, do you two still remember what you’re supposed to say to them?” I asked. I’d given them a telepathic rundown of exactly what I wanted them to say and do while we were en route. We were trying to put on a show of force, and the better we were at demonstrating the power we could bring to bear, the more convincing it would be. That was why Fel, Gon, Dora-chan, and Sui would be taking center stage, while be hiding away on Gon’s back. Fel and Gon had particularly important roles in our skit, so I wanted to make sure they knew their parts.

“Hmph! Of course I do,” Fel said with an air of absolute confidence. “I am a follower of Ninrir, Goddess of Wind, who in turn serves Demiurge, God of all Creation. I would not think to sully my goddess’s name before a divine being who stands above her. I shall not fail.”

“I don’t intend to cause any issues either. This will be child’s play!” declared Gon, also confident as could be.

“Well, that’s good, I guess... Counting on you two tomorrow as well, Dora-chan, Sui.”

«You gotcha!»

«Sui’ll do Sui’s best!»

Strangely enough, I found myself more worried about the ever-self-assured Gon and Fel than I was about the other two.

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After my gluttonous quartet ate too many cutlets the following morning to prepare themselves for the day ahead, we crossed the border into the Holy Kingdom of Rubanov. Before I knew it, we’d arrived at our destination: the Church of Rubanov’s main temple.

I hadn’t actually had any clue where the temple was, honestly, but Old Man Gon had known exactly where we were headed. According to him, “It stands out like a sore thumb, which makes it a useful landmark.”

As we set down in the plaza in front of the temple, I could already see what he meant. Gon had returned to his full size, and yet the plaza was big enough that he was still able to comfortably land with room to spare. The temple itself, meanwhile, seemed to have been deliberately built to loom over the area, and was enormous in its own right.

“Is that a church?” I asked in disbelief from Gon’s back, where I would be staying the whole time if things went according to plan. The temple was just huge—so huge that at a glance, I would’ve assumed it was a castle if I hadn’t known otherwise. It was even bigger than Gon at his full size! It was intricately decorated too, to such an extent that you could tell how tremendously expensive it must have been to build. Even the window frames were lavishly wrought. It was a monument to excess, through and through.

I took a moment to gape at the sheer opulence of the temple, but was soon snapped out of my daze when screams and shouts began to ring out. At just about the same moment, a troop of knights clad in glimmering silver armor came pouring out of the temple.

“H-Hear ye, foul beasts! We, the Paladins of Rubanov, shall smite thee down with the might of holy judgment!” cried out a knight at the center of the formation, who was wearing even flashier armor than the rest of his crew.

“, you say?” Fel scoffed with an enraged grimace. “You would call a Fenrir foul? Then know, insolent humans, that when I rend your flesh and shatter your bones, it was who brought that fate upon yourselves.”

“Oh, is all you would do to them?” asked Gon, who seemed just as angry. “To call an ancient dragon like a beast is to beg for...