I Became a Food Developer in Another World - Chapter 61



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The Bordeaux region had the ideal environment for growing grapes.

The tundra vines quickly took root in the Borodino region, and thus revived the dying grapes.

“It’s grapes, grapes!”

“It’s a miracle! A miracle has happened!”

The resurrected grapes brought smiles to the faces of farmers.

“I’ve never had anything like this in my life.”

“Wine can be made like this too.”

The response to Brandy also exceeded expectations.

Meanwhile, white grapes brought from the tundra were too acidic and bitter to be made into wine, but the results of distilling them into brandy were amazing.

The scent of Elf Oak blends with the scent of fruit to create a complex and rich flavor.

‘I guess you could call this cognac.’

Cognac, a premium brandy produced from white grapes in the Cognac region of France.

A brandy made from white grapes from the tundra had a cognac-like taste.

I gave a separate name to the brandy made from white grapes of the tundra: ‘Cognac’.

Although it is a name that is only given to brandy made in the Cognac region, no one would say anything if it was used in another world.

And the first place where the first brandy produced was distributed was the Elven Forest.

It was a means to appease the elves whose public sentiment had fallen to rock bottom due to whiskey.

Recently, there has been a flood of protests from the elves due to the oak barrel problem.

That doesn’t mean I’m an omnipotent being, and it was impossible for me to solve the oak barrel problem.

There was no way for me to stop the nobles from cutting down trees and making oak barrels at will.

So, instead of solving the oak barrel problem, I tried to appease him with brandy… … .

“I never thought you would send me an oak barrel to age my Cognac… … .”

I looked at the oak barrels flying towards me with dumbfounded eyes.

Oak barrels, ‘specially made’ by the elves themselves, were lined up in the garden of the Blue Tower.

“It looks better than the oak barrels used for whiskey.”

“Yeah, the quality of the wood looks different.”

The oak barrels that the elves sent us to age our brandy were all too good to be used as oak barrels and then thrown away.

It was different in quality from the oak barrels that were sent in large quantities to be used for whiskey.

‘He asked me to stop cutting down trees.’

Whenever humans protested that they were cutting down trees, they were always going a step further.

I’m not an elf so I don’t know much, but I’ve occasionally seen rare wood that would be an issue even in elven society.

‘Which crazy bastard sent you the World Tree branch?’

As I was looking through the oak barrels, I found a branch of the World Tree and stuck out my tongue.

Because it was a top-grade magic material that even wizards couldn’t obtain because they didn’t have the World Tree.

Who would have thought that some crazy elf would send this out just to make alcohol?

Because it was anonymous, it was impossible to confirm who sent it.

Meanwhile, the elves’ antics did not stop at sending oak barrels.

─Please, only cognac. Definitely!

─The oak barrels we are sending you are of two types: white walnut and black walnut. They are aged alternately, but the smoky aroma of the black walnut is more intense… …

─Aila must do the distillation herself.

Each barrel contained additional requests for Aria.

I just opened up a few pieces of paper and read them, but I already feel dizzy.

‘This isn’t some kind of custom…’

I knew that elves loved fruit wine, but I never thought it would be to this extent.

If I was so shocked, how shocked must Ariya, the person involved, have been.

“I’m telling you in advance, I can’t do this.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t ask you to do it either.”

I wouldn’t know if there were one or two, but each elf had a different taste in fruit wine.

Because the types of wood used in the oak barrels varied greatly, there were hundreds of requests for ‘custom cognac.’

To do all this, Aria’s back would have to break four or five times.

Because it was a workload that even our Lord of the Tower, not Aria, could not finish.

‘I guess it would be right to do it with a magic circle.’

Although maturing it with a magic circle takes several months, it has the advantage of being able to be matured on one’s own by ordinary magicians.

Of course, there were many comments saying that the depth of maturation was different from what Aria did… … .

‘What can’t be done can’t be done.’

Because I couldn’t just throw Aria in there and make the elves drink.

Of course, there were also problems with using magic circles.

To accommodate all these requests, we suddenly had to form a separate ‘Cognac Custom Department’.

The elves’ requests were so overwhelming that my mouth was wide open, but the custom requests for whiskey from the imperial nobles were also no joke.

In particular, the quality of the oak barrels was so unusual that it was questionable where and how the Ministry of Magic obtained them.

Anyway, there were still difficulties in using the magic circle due to this relationship.

Because wizards were too high-level personnel to run a custom department.

But that doesn’t mean we can ignore the incoming requests…

“I need to make a scroll.”

It seemed best to create a magic scroll with a maturing magic circle drawn on it and then scatter it.

We only provide magic scrolls and let each person customize them as they wish.

“I think that would be better.”

Aria also strongly agreed with my opinion.

If we just produced the scrolls, it would be less of a burden, and the proceeds from their sale would be a great help to our tower’s finances.

Having decided to solve the maturation problem through scrolling, we began full-scale brandy production.

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Although it was said that Fairy Whiskey had replaced the absence of wine, there were still many Northerners who missed wine.

Although the prevailing opinion was that whiskey was better, he couldn’t just give up the drink he had enjoyed his entire life.

It was one day when people were reminiscing about the wine that had disappeared.

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“…brandy?”

“Hoo, looks like there’s a new drink out there.”

“This time, it seems like it’s a collaboration between the Blue Tower and the White Tower.”

“I heard it’s a fruit wine that elves drink in the forest.”

“The fruit wine that elves drink? How on earth did you get that?”

“It’s the White Tower.”

“…iced coffee.”

The elves’ fruit wine was a drink that could only be consumed in the elven forest.

The fact that such alcohol was distributed throughout the empire was enough to raise doubts about its authenticity, but the northerners were able to dispel their doubts with just one word: “White Tower.”

Because the White Tower was the place that distributed everything from tofu to dwarf beer.

It wouldn’t have been strange if they had brought a bottle of fruit wine or something.

Above all, the taste of the brandy was enough to dispel any doubts.

“… … So this is the elf’s drink.”

“They say it’s the dew of the forest, so this is why.”

Northerners were amazed by the aroma of brandy, which was different from whiskey.

The sweet aroma of dried fruit and the smooth texture of brandy pleasantly moisten the mouth.

The brandy left a deep aftertaste, so much so that it was regrettable that the scent flew away like a mirage.

“Wow, there’s a drink like this in the world!”

“… … Ugh, the feeling of Seongsu’s teeth going in is always addictive.”

Reviews of the brandy were unanimous, but there was something else that surprised the Northerners more than anything else.

“The alcohol smells like grapes?”

“… What is this? It’s true.”

“Wasn’t it true that grapes couldn’t be grown?”

A subtle grape aroma lingered in the brandy.

It was at this time that northerners were questioning the grape flavor of such brandy.

“Extra edition! Extra edition!”

Flyers were scattered along the street. People who picked them up doubted their eyes.

【… … The revival of grapes! Meet fresh grapes grown in the sunlight of the Bordeaux region through the Trion top!】

“What, what?!”

“Are real grapes grown here?!”

It was a surprising story that the Bordeaux region had succeeded in growing grapes, and that brandy was a holy water made by distilling grapes.

News of the grape’s resurrection spread across the empire beyond the north, and the people of the empire rejoiced.

“I can finally taste grapes again!”

“Is grape-flavored Sun Kissed coming back?”

Even if they were not made into wine, grapes were consumed in large quantities as a fruit in and of themselves.

Since processed foods using grapes were also being actively researched, the revival of grapes was welcome news to the people of the empire.

Above all, for the farmers who ran the vineyards, this was like a ray of light in the dark sky.

Many people visited the Borodo region, and the method of growing grapes spread.

“Okay, okay!”

“The vines are really healthy!”

“Ugh!”

The white grape trees, which had endured the harsh environment of the tundra, took root in each region of the empire with their excellent adaptability, and farmers shed tears of joy.

And this led to praise for the glass that revived the grapes.

“They say it was Yuri who brought the grapes back to life!”

“What?! You’re Yuri?!”

“As expected! I knew it!”

The people of the empire were surprised but also quite convinced that it was a good thing that grapes had been revived.

“I was suspicious from the beginning.”

“Well, it would be strange if someone else had resurrected the grapes.”

In the empire, whenever a new incident occurred, there was an atmosphere in which it was mostly associated with Yuri.

And this interest in glass has shed new light on his previous activities.

“It’s not just grapes. They say you saved the North from the White Bear invasion.”

The ‘Fairycock Northern Salvation Theory’ that spread among the capital’s nobles was exported back to the north.

“… … So something like that happened?”

“Why didn’t I know?”

When the northerners heard this, they tilted their heads at the story of Fairycock’s birth.

Even those who had never left the North heard for the first time that they were in danger.

But most northerners didn’t care much about the facts.

“Oh, our region was in danger.”

“So it was Fairycock that stopped the invasion of polar bears? That’s amazing.”

“I think the Tundra Expedition is also great.”

The northerners were not so narrow-minded as to dig up the truth just because they were suspicious.

The contributions that Yuri made when she came to the North were so impressive.

“Seongsu is the best!”

“It’s a holy place in the cold! Hahahaha!”

“Let’s drink!”

There was an atmosphere where everything was forgiven just by developing ‘distilled liquor’.

The cold wave from the north was being driven away by the hot heat of Seongsu.

And now, Yuri, who made that holy water into alcohol and sprinkled it on the taverns of the North,

“It’s been a while, Yuri.”

“Yes, it’s been a while.”

“You know why I came, right?”

“… … I guess so.”

I was receiving a visit from Saint Josephine.

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