I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 55



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“It’s hot, so stay away.”

“just a little.”

Aria frowned.

He seemed burdened by Ayla who kept clinging to him.

As if trying to compensate for the time they had been apart, Ayla never left Aria’s side.

“Hmm, hmm.”

Ayla, startled by my cough, fell away from Aria.

“Wow, you’re here?”

“Yes, it seems like you had a good conversation.”

“Thanks for your help.”

Ayla smiled brightly.

If I hadn’t brought Aria to the Blue Tower, the reconciliation between the two sisters would not have happened.

Ayla seemed to be in a better mood than ever, perhaps because her relationship with her precious younger sibling, which had been strained due to a minor misunderstanding, had been restored.

Aria didn’t say anything, but her expression brightened.

That’s why I wouldn’t have brought it up in this kind of atmosphere originally… … .

“It may be sudden, but I would like you two to help me out.”

I brought it up right away because now was the best time to talk.

“yes?”

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

I nodded at the two sisters who were looking at me with puzzled eyes.

“It takes two people to make a distilled liquor.”

*

What I found disappointing while trying out the liquors of this world was the lack of variety.

In this world, there were brewed beverages such as wine and beer, but distilled beverages did not even exist.

This was because the alcohol needed to make distilled liquor was perceived as ‘holy water.’

Alcohol, which disinfects wounds and is also used as a main ingredient in potions, is not strangely called holy water by the people of this world.

Therefore, no attempt has been made to consume alcohol as alcohol.

This is why I needed Ayla and Aria’s help.

Because seeking the cooperation of Cheongtap and making distilled liquor was not something I could do alone.

There was no way Cheongtap would easily accept my idea of ​​turning holy water into alcohol.

Even if we accepted it, it was a problem.

‘Even if you can’t make distilled liquor, it takes years of aging to become complete.’

A typical example is whiskey.

Whiskey aged in oak barrels must wait at least several years for the flavor and aroma of the oak barrels to permeate the whiskey.

Because it takes a long aging process to really bring out its flavor and aroma.

‘This is difficult to imitate even with alchemy.’

Even alchemy, the science of imitation, found it difficult to imitate distilled liquor that had undergone a aging process for several years to extract its flavor.

Even if it could be expressed similarly, there was no need to do so.

‘Because there’s Aria.’

Aria’s magic has the characteristic of causing the illusion that whatever it is, has ‘magic’.

And everything in this world is imbued with ‘magic’.

A passing dog or cat, an insect, or even a stone on the side of the road.

‘Oak Tong’ was no exception.

The idea is that oak barrels, or more precisely the magic of oak barrels, can trick you into believing that they are releasing their own components into your whiskey.

Of course, it was possible to fool others into thinking that the whiskey had been aged in alcohol, even without the use of oak barrels.

But in this case, the effect does not last long.

So the idea is to let the oak barrel release its own ingredients.

Of course, Aria is not omnipotent, so she may need some auxiliary help…

‘I guess I’ll just have to do it a few times.’

If you succeed in replicating that process into a magic circle, a semi-permanent maturing magic circle will be completed.

This meant that the maturation period, which took several years, could be reduced to a period of months.

And for this, the cooperation of the Blue Tower was essential.

Because the only organization in the empire that could legally produce ‘alcohol’, aside from the church, was the Blue Tower.

so.

“Miss Ayla, please.”

If Ayla is mentioned as a candidate for the successor to the Blue Tower, it would be a great help.

I was confident that I could convince the rest if you just helped me… … .

“I would like to help, but it would be difficult.”

Ayla declined my request with an apologetic expression.

“Well, can you tell me why?”

“There is no Holy Spirit right now.”

“…yes?”

What is this?

“They say that the grapes used to extract holy water have dried up and will not be available starting next month.”

It is said that all the grapes in the north have dried up due to an unknown pest.

*

The Blue Tower was currently in a difficult situation.

There was a disruption in the supply of ‘holy water’, the main ingredient used to make potions.

A grape drought in the north was the cause.

Since Cheongtap was a place that produced holy water by fermenting ‘grapes’, the grape drought was a direct hit to them.

“Why are there no grapes in this situation?”

A petite girl with blue dragon horns frowned. She was none other than the Blue Tower Master Mirtienne.

‘It’ll be hard to even fill the quantity of potions I promised to hand over to the enemy tower.’

Mirtien’s worries deepened.

Due to the sudden absence of grapes, the pre-ordered potions could not be produced.

Mirtien was in a difficult position because there were several contracts for which the payment had already been received.

If we backed out of the contract like this, we would have to pay several times the penalty.

That would be such a huge loss that it would cause the Blue Tower to sway.

‘… … I wasn’t giving holy water to the church.’

It was a mistake to provide a large amount of holy water for church events.

If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have had to worry about Seongsu like this.

But what’s done is done.

I could hold out this month somehow, but next month was going to be a tough one. I had to somehow secure the holy water before then.

“… This is a big deal.”

Mirtien had to rack his brain for several days over the problem of the Holy Water.

Then one day, someone appeared who promised to solve Mirtien’s problem.

“Are you saying you will solve the problem of Seongsu?”

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“Yes.”

The one who appeared was a young man wearing a white robe.

Glass Greyett.

He was a wizard from the White Tower and his name was often mentioned in the Union recently.

He was also a disciple of Ranya McDowell, a long-time friend of Mirtienne.

“Snoop Dogg tried it.”

“How was it?”

“It didn’t work at all.”

There was a fuss about Snoopy in Cheongtap, but Mirtien, who held the contest, didn’t see any effect from Snoopy.

I used to use it often because it tasted good, but it only helped me sleep.

Mirtien’s assessment of Yuri was that he was a wizard who made ‘tasty’ drinks. That was about it.

That was the reason why I didn’t have high expectations even after hearing that Yuri would solve the Seongsu problem.

Still, since Ranya was a disciple who bragged about her talents all the time, I had some expectations… … .

“Did you tell me to use barley as a general rule?”

“Yes, I think we could produce holy water from barley instead of grapes.”

Even that glimmer of anticipation turned into disappointment the moment he heard Yuri’s words.

‘I was a fool to expect that.’

She also knew that alcohol could be extracted from barley.

The empire’s barley production was more than enough to make up for the lack of grapes.

but.

“These little bastards refuse to give us even a single grain of barley, so how can we get some barley to make holy water?”

The race that held the empire’s ‘barley’ in their hands was the dwarves.

The first people Mirtien contacted when the grape drought began were the dwarves.

But those bastards flatly rejected Mirtien’s request, saying they didn’t even have enough barley to make Guinness.

The barley fields in the north are unusable because the White Bears, who have recently started to migrate south due to climate change, are loitering around, and the barley that is still there is unusable because the Dwarves won’t give it to them.

‘But other grains are not available in quantity.’

The story was that what Yuri brought as a solution was of no help at all.

I wonder if he knows how frustrated Mirtien feels.

“Well, let me tell you something.”

Mirtien almost burst out laughing at Yuri’s attitude as if she was trying to talk him out of it.

This was as plain as asking what the breakfast menu was.

‘If that were possible, I would have received the barley a long time ago.’

Mirtien didn’t have even the slightest expectation as she watched Yuri leave to go to the dwarven forge in the north.

There was no way I would suddenly give up barley just because those stubborn dwarves kept teasing me.

An hour later, Yuri, who had gone to the blacksmith shop, returned. But.

“It’s late today, so I’ll contact the village tomorrow and have them send me some barley.”

“???”

Question marks appeared over Mirtien’s head.

“Really?”

“Yes. Please check it out yourself.”

Mirtien’s blue eyes widened as she saw the paper Yuri handed over.

‘This is real.’

The paper Yuri handed over was a certificate with the seal of a northern dwarf blacksmith clearly stamped on it.

“Uh, how did this… … ”

I couldn’t receive it even if I died?

“I have some ties with dwarves.”

“… … .”

Is this what it means to be a little friendly?

Mirtien stared blankly at Yuri in a series of absurdities.

But Yuri’s shocking remarks were only just beginning.

“… … Are you saying you’re going to make alcohol with holy water?”

“The dwarves offered it on the condition that they would give us barley.”

Mirtien was speechless with shock.

You want me to make alcohol with holy water?

“Why did that suddenly come up?”

“I made some alcohol with the holy water extracted from barley, and it seems he liked it.”

“… … .”

Yuri, who had been brewing alcohol with holy water, was also shocked, but the dwarves who liked it were equally shocked.

‘These little bastards have lost their minds.’

If the church found out that he had brewed alcohol with holy water, they would send a letter of protest to Cheongtap.

That was something I hated more than the problem of not having enough saints.

Mirtien hesitated for a moment and then opened his mouth.

“I will allow it if it can replace the missing wine.”

At first glance, it seemed like a conditional permission, but it was actually a gentle rejection from Mirtien.

That’s understandable, since the only alcohol consumed at the Union was ‘wine’.

However, with the grapes completely destroyed, there was no way to see any wine the next year.

In any case, it was time to come up with an alternative solution.

Of course, Mirtien had no idea that Yuri could come up with an alternative.

Even cola, which was a hot topic in the empire, could not replace wine.

‘It’s a pity, but the lack of holy water helps the church─’

“I brought a bottle to give to the Lord of the Blue Tower as a gift.”

As if Yuri had been waiting for this, he took out a glass and a bottle of liquor from the inside pocket of his robe.

A clear amber liquor was poured into the glass.

“This is the drink you gave the dwarves a taste of.”

“Yes.”

Mirtien lifted the goblet filled with amber liquor with curious eyes.

“It looks good.”

The amber liquor flows down her red lips.

“Better than wine… … .”

And then Mirtien’s words were cut off.

“… … .”

The smooth finish and honey-sweet taste beautifully enveloped my mouth.

Mirtien’s eyes fluttered at the subtle yet deep scent of apples.

“…What is this?”

“It’s a fruit-flavored drink.”

Yuri was smiling brightly.

“It’s called blended whiskey.”

As if they knew this would happen from the beginning.

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