The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave - The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave chapter 27

27 – Satisfy the noble lineage!

Ryan obviously has an advanced taste.

But it’s not that I’m picky.

I eat just about anything and it just doesn’t taste good.

To be honest, I don’t care what Ryan eats, but it’s all because of Ael.

Ael is having trouble with Ryan’s lukewarm response at the food tasting event.

As the owner, I want to help in any way, but there is no way.

Maybe I could do something like a traditional food passed down only in Ryan’s fallen kingdom.

But as Einer knows, Ryan’s kingdom is one of the small countries in the northwestern part of the continent.

Like the Northwest, where all kinds of kingdoms are sprawling and disappearing, Ryan’s kingdom has a short history and no distinctive culture.

It’s just plain plain Northwest food.

I don’t know, I don’t know.

As I was walking while thinking about this and that, at some point I felt the delicious smell of grilled meat.

I think Ael is grilling the leftover pork belly.

Is it pork belly for dinner tonight?

With the intention of eating pork belly quickly, I ran up the hill and entered the house.

“Welcome, Master!”

As expected, Ael was just taking out the grilled pork belly with a square shovel from the oven.

“Please wash your hands quickly.”

“Yes, that’s how it should be.”

Excitedly, after washing his hands, I came out and sat down at the table, where Ael started cutting pork belly on the main plate among several side dishes.

“Yes, yes. Samgyeopsal is good. I don’t get tired of it even if I eat it every day.”

“You know, master. I went to the market today. I stumbled across a street selling Far Eastern food.”

“Do you sell food from the Far East? Is there such a place in Jungang Market?”

“Yes, yes. These are the ones I bought there.”

Ael pointed to a colander with various ssam vegetables and a bowl of thick, dark brown sauce.

Is it ssamjang?

This is an eastern sauce that the late baron was very fond of.

When I was young, when the baron had barbecue parties with his family in the garden, he would wrap pork belly in vegetables and put it in my mouth.

And what’s that in front of Ael over there? Is it kimchi?

That’s something I can’t even eat, but Ael’s taste is very unique.

Is there a place in Jungang Market that sells these rare things?

Ah, are you there? Where does that stinky smell go?

“That’s right, master. I was there. There, a woman who owned a store told me…”

Ael started to talk softly about what had happened there.

Listening to the story, Einer looked intently at the ssamjang.

If that’s the case….

“Hey, Ael.”

“Yes, Master!”

“That Ryan. Let’s call him again.”

“Yes?!”

When Ael heard Ryan’s name, she dropped the spoon she was holding in her hand.

“Mr. Ryan?”

“Yes. I thought of it when I saw ssamjang. Listen to me for a second.”

“Oh, yes!”

Ael tilted his upper body towards Ainer.

So after grilling the pork belly, if you do this this way and that that way, it will end like that….

“heheheh?! There’s such a freak?!”

Ael was frightened and stepped back to the back of the chair.

“Isn’t that… pig feed…?”

“No no. It’s not like that, so give it a try. Shouldn’t it be worth it?”

“Yes, yes, but I wonder if Mr. Ryan will like it…”

“I haven’t seen a single person who has eaten that and said it’s not good. Let’s try it.”

Ael reluctantly nodded his head when you suggested it again.

“Okay. If Master says so, I’ll try.”

“Okay. Then I’ll go back there tomorrow and tell you what to buy.”

Ael worked hard to put what you were singing into his head.

However, Ael began to tilt his head little by little.

“Really… you mean putting it all in…?”

“That’s right. If you go there, you’ll probably find them all.”

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

After speaking, Einer picked up a fork and smacked his lips.

“Let’s eat now!”

“Ah, yes…! Stay still, master! I’ll pack the first wrap!”

With his cleanly washed hands, Ael wrapped lettuce, three pieces of pork belly, and ssamjang tightly and pushed it into your mouth.

Einer, who was munching on Ael’s elaborate wraps, suddenly stopped chewing and looked down.

Ael, who saw that, was frightened, wondering if it was because the owner didn’t like the taste.

“Don’t you like the taste…?”

Einer, who had a firm expression for a moment without answering, smiled and chewed the wraps again.

“No, ael. It’s delicious. It’s really, really good. It’s the best.”

“hehehe, isn’t it?”

Ael smiled brightly.

“I’ll pack it for you this time.”

“Yes, Master! Thank you!”

Ael ate the wraps made by Einer with his mouth wide open like a baby bird.

Ssam wrapped by the kind owner.

Delicious, yum yum.

So happy!

Einer laughed loudly as he saw Ael performing a shoulder dance without even realizing it.

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Ah, you went up to Ael’s room after eating the mango that Ael cut for her dessert.

Changed into comfortable clothes, he leaned against the window and looked at the calm night sea.

The moment you ate Ael’s wraps earlier, you remembered his happy childhood.

After the disgrace of Pae and the death of her father, Einer and her mother were unable to pay their debts and passed into slavery.

There, he was sold as a baron who ran a small estate.

My mother became a slave to do chores in the kitchen, and Einer also naturally worked in the kitchen.

At the time, the baron who bought Einer and his mother was a completely different person from the other nobles in Brechnut.

A person with a gentle and friendly personality who treats slaves who are treated as goods as human beings.

So Ei received the consideration of the baron and studied him to be able to read and write.

Her mother, who cleaned and washed the dishes, recognized her cooking skills, and she was officially promoted to a chef.

Einer also learned to cook while sleeping, eating and playing in the kitchen with his mother.

My mother often said.

I’ll tell the baron someday, at the right time, that I will become a freedman.

So let’s open a restaurant together with Einer.

Einer liked to hear the story.

An open dining room with bright sunlight.

Delicious smells and bustling people.

Because just imagining such a scene makes my heart swell.

The baron really liked Eastern food.

I often had barbecue parties in the garden of the mansion with all the family members and servants, and at that time, the thing I enjoyed grilling was pork belly.

It’s only here that you eat fish made with bacon, but it’s said to be a very popular part in the East.

Salty-salted pork belly is served with ssamjang (ssamjang), thinly sliced scallions marinated in sauce, and wrapped in lettuce.

As a child, Einer felt repulsed by the bizarre thing called ssam, but he couldn’t resist the baron wrapping it up and putting it in his mouth.

Since that first taste of ssam, it has become Einer’s favorite food.

So when Ael wrapped the wraps earlier, Einor vividly recalled that time.

A garden in the late evening when the warm spring breeze blows.

People talking loudly and the smell of meat spreading everywhere.

A baron who picks his own wine, and a mother who smiles happily while watching Einer eat delicious wraps.

It was a faded memory that could never go back now, so it became more beautiful.

All of those things evaporated in a single moment as the Demon King’s army invaded.

Einer shed tears of blood and enlisted in the Corps to avenge himself, and eventually became a war hero.

The medals that tightly fill the hem of the chest of the award, the positions promised to be promoted to general, and even the county and territory.

However, Einer couldn’t hold out there any longer, threw everything away, and fled to Daham on the other side of the sea to become a security guard.

If she found happiness in the place she fled, well.

On her first floor, a humming song was heard while washing dishes by demons from the Eastern Front Demon King Army, who had fallen at their own hands.

Ainor thought as he listened to that humming song with a messy tempo.

I don’t know yet, but at least he doesn’t regret running away.

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“Welcome, pretty brother.”

The next day, Minari warmly welcomed Ael, who came back to her store.

“Hello, Minari. I’m here to buy again.”

“Just say anything. Because it’s all there.”

“Eh, so…”

Ael pulled out her note from the small bag she carried by her side.

“Give me this. I’ll find it for you.”

“Eek?! Let me tell you!”

Ael desperately clutched at her note, fearing that her poor writing might be discovered.

Fortunately, Minari did not steal her note like Einer did.

When Ael called out the list, Minari went around her shop looking for them.

“I can guess what you’re going to cook? This is food that you would never have thought of unless you were from the East Coast. Did you really work in the East Coast?”

“hehehe, the owner told me.”

“Master?”

Minari tilted her head.

“My master. He is a port security officer and has a good knowledge of Eastern cuisine.”

“Then… Is your sister a slave?”

“That’s right.”

“Ego, what a pity. They seem to have been brought here from the East.”

At Minari’s consolation, Ael shook her head.

“Don’t say that. Still, it’s nice to have such a kind and caring master.”

“Good?”

“Hey…”

As Ael laughed stupidly, Minari narrowed her eyes and smiled.

“Do you think the owner is handsome?”

“Eh?!”

“Didn’t you fall in love with the look on your face?”

“Ehh?! Me?! Why?!”

“No, that’s written on your face? I like you, master?”

“Hick?!”

Ael was startled and groped her face with both of her hands.

Seeing this, Minari laughed.

“Do, sell a lot!”

Embarrassed, Ael ran out of her store as if running away with the envelope.

What is that, boss?!

Are you like a wizard?!

He has silver hair, he’s from the Far East, maybe he’s a shaman with mystical magic!

I’ll have to be careful the next time I go there!