The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave - The War Hero Raises a Demon Slave chapter 46

46 – Decorate a cozy restaurant!

Ael was restless and continued to hover around the living room and kitchen.

Today is the day the master’s direct superiors decided to come.

It is said that the chief of security is right above the master, and the chief of security is a dwarf above him.

In addition, several other managers decided to come.

In other words, today, on the first floor, a large number of key officials from the Port Security Force are gathering to have a dinner.

From Aner’s point of view, it’s a light intention to not only bring the two of them, but also bring everyone else to make future regulars in advance.

But Ael wasn’t like that.

To Ael, today’s dinner party was a critical crossroads between whether the master will continue to advance through the ranks, or whether he will retire from being stagnant at the leader level.

If you make a mistake here, you might get fired right away because the boss will hate you.

Then, take me with you right away. In fact, you won’t be able to afford it, and I’ll be kicked out soon.

No! That shouldn’t happen!

Actually, Ainer stays at the foreman because he doesn’t want to be busier even though he can get a promotion, and he’s an elite member of the security force who is recognized enough to shout at other chiefs, but Ael doesn’t know that at all.

“I have to be good.”

Ael, who was muttering, suddenly found Cantavera with her head down by the window and screamed.

Ael secretly stole that thing that had been abandoned at the security police dump the other day with its stem cut off.

The security forces know that it has been scrapped, so if the security chief sees it, there will probably be an uproar!

Ael hurriedly grabbed the pot of Cantavera and ran upstairs.

“Stay calm here.”

Ael placed a cantavera on the window sill of his room, lightly stroked his flower bud, and went downstairs again.

Let’s see.

Side dishes such as square shovel, pork belly, ssam vegetables, ssamjang, and fried rice ingredients are all prepared.

I set a fire in the oven, and I have beer and fruit for dessert.

Whoa, is there anything else missing?

Ah, that’s right. That.

Ael took out a thinly sliced radish from a small bowl.

It was ‘Ssammu’ specially served by Mr. Parsley at a side dish store in the Far East.

“If it was such an important matter, I should have told you about it!”

I went to buy ingredients for today’s dinner party, and when I told him what kind of dinner it was, Mr. Minari brought it out from inside the store.

It’s amazing to eat thinly sliced radish pickled in vinegar and wrapped in pork belly.

When I ate one of the water parsley cut, I thought something sour would go well with greasy pork belly.

“How much is it?”

“I’ll give it to you for free. Taste, taste. Should we promote our store instead?”

As a merchant from the Far East, Mr. Minari showed off his business skills and presented Ael with a whole radish wrap.

Okay, you’ve prepared a martial arts fight, are you really done now?

Haa, I’m nervous.

Like the last time at the tasting event, why are you so nervous?

It’s troublesome to do this even after opening a restaurant.

Guests don’t want to see a nervous chef!

Ael decided to do ‘that act’ to relieve tension.

“Hmmm! Ahem! Uhmm!”

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“Burning bravery, infinite passion…! Like a star that does not stop shining on the battlefield…!”

“What are you talking about?!”

Hadoon, who was climbing the hill with Einer and the chiefs, raised his head.

“It sounds like a song, sir.”

The head of security guard listened attentively and answered.

“Songs? What kind of songs are there?”

“It sounds like the Demon King’s marching song.”

“What is it?! Demon King?!”

Hadoon was nervous and grabbed the iron club.

“That’s Ael’s song. It’s harmless.”

As Einer intervened, the security guard asked.

“Really? Why sing that song?”

“I guess that’s the only song I know. I’ve heard it a few times.”

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“You can’t sing!”

The managers burst into laughter at Hadun’s comment.

Einer shouted as he climbed the hill and stood in front of the house.

“Ael! I’m here!”

“Ouch! Wait a minute!”

The door opened with a thumping sound, and Ael was thrown out.

“Welcome, security officers!”

Her chiefs smiled contentedly at Ael, who bent her waist so that her forehead touched the ground.

No matter how many years ago, the demons were the enemies of the world, but now they are a different race without any power.

In addition, Ael without horns was no different from a cute and lovely human woman on the outside.

“Let’s go inside.”

They entered the house under Einer’s guidance, went to the bathroom at the back door, washed their hands, and sat down at the table.

Of course, Hadoon, the Dwarf security chief, is in the top spot.

To the left and right of it, the heads of the Information Operations Division, the Security Guard Division, the Investigation Division Division, and the Administrative Support Division were seated.

A total of six people, including Ainer.

“Oh, what is this?”

The managers observed the side dishes on the table with curious eyes.

It is probably the first time they have seen food from the East, especially the Far East.

“So! What’s on the menu today!”

When Hadun, sitting in the seat of honor with his arms crossed, opened his mouth, Ael, who was standing at her countertop, flinched at her shoulders.

“Today! Today’s menu is…! Grilled pork belly and Ael’s special stir-fried and fried rice!”

“Pork belly? The one made with bacon?”

The chiefs looked at Einer somewhat puzzled.

Samgyeopsal is not popular outside of the eastern part.

A cheap cut used only when making bacon.

“Try it. You’ll change your mind.”

Ael prepared the pork belly right away.

The section chiefs whispered at the sight of pork belly, onion, and garlic being placed on a large steel square shovel that could only be used at a construction site.

“I’ve never seen anything like that. What are you trying to do?”

Ael opened the stove cover, pushed a shovel into it, and counted candles loudly.

“One, two, three. Yap!”

“Wow!”

The section managers burst into admiration at the deep-brown, crispy pork belly and vegetables fried in oil.

Ael even showed a demonstration of slicing meat dripping with oil, putting it on a plate, and eating it wrapped in wraps.

The chiefs were amazed and wrapped up the wraps along with Ael, but Hadoon kept his mouth shut with his arms folded as if he was dissatisfied.

“Captain! This is so delicious! Try it!”

Even at the invitations of the sweets, Hadun remains silent.

What the hell is that dwarf doing that because he doesn’t like it? You snapped his fingers.

You don’t have beer!?

You invited a dwarf and didn’t serve alcohol!

“Ael, the beer has arrived, right?”

“Oh, yes! Here it is!”

In the corner of the kitchen was a small oak barrel about the height of a man’s waist.

Ael opened the lid of the oak barrel and started filling the long glass with beer in turn.

“Oh, beer. I like it.”

Chief managers smiled, but Hadoon coughed and said, “Ahem.”

Did you brag like that with just plain beer?

After filling up his glass, Ael took a bowl from the other side of the counter, scooped out the contents with a spoon, and placed her chin on top of her beer.

“Enjoy your meal.”

On top of the small frothy beer, instead of white foam, chewy-looking cream was piled up.

“What is this?”

“It’s vanilla cream. It goes really well with beer.”

Hadoon opened his mouth at Ael’s explanation.

“What?! Vanilla cream?! That kind of ruins the taste of beer!”

“Ah, try it for now. Don’t just scream at me when you say something like that.”

Ah, Hadun tried to say something to your criticism, but shut her mouth.

This is because the chiefs with glasses in their hands were already looking at Hadun with pitiful eyes.

Captain Hadun had to take at least a sip first so that they could taste the beer too.

“Ummm…”

Hadoon reluctantly took a beer mug topped with vanilla cream and drank a tiny bit of it.

“Hmm?”

With vanilla cream on his beard, Hadun tilted his head and took another sip.

“Hmm?”

And then he suddenly threw back his head and emptied his glass in an instant?!

The chiefs who saw it all scrambled to drink beer.

When I took a sip of beer, the first thing that greeted my tongue was the sweet vanilla cream.

While the soft and delicate taste unique to vanilla cream spreads, a refreshing beer with sparkling carbonation pushed in behind it.

Vanilla cream and beer blend in your mouth and go down your throat neatly to your chest, refreshing your heart.

“It’s great… It’s delicious.”

After emptying the second glass, Hadoon sat down with satisfaction.

“It’s very delicious. Is this the reason you bastard Einer shouted so loudly?”

“This and that.”

“mmm. Great. I liked it.”

Starting from Hadoon’s review, the atmosphere became more harmonious.

Hadoon and her section chiefs had a good time eating wraps and drinking beer in one way or another under the guidance of Ael and Einer.

And when it came to Ael’s samgyeopsal fried rice, the atmosphere reached its peak.

“Why did Ryan shed tears after eating this?”

At Einer’s words, the chiefs nodded.

“If it tastes this good, it’s unlikely.”

“Are demons good at cooking?”

Ael mumbled slightly embarrassed at Hadoon’s question.

“That’s because… I had experience working in the Eastern Legion’s kitchen…”

“What? You were in the Legion?!”

Hadoon was surprised, and Einor laughed and intervened.

“Are there demons who weren’t legionnaires?”

“That’s right. A very satisfying meal anyway.”

As Hadoon stroked his beard and laughed, Ael’s face also turned bright.

Thank God! Everyone was satisfied!

At that time, a strange sound suddenly began to be heard from somewhere.

Burning bravery… Boundless passion….

It sounded like a low humming sound so low that no one could hear it.

However, Ael, whose hearing is more sensitive than humans, could hear it clearly.

I won’t stop… Like a shining star on the battlefield….

The sound was coming from this floor where Cantavera was hidden.