.
If it was taken away, it was probably the people who made this place and abandoned it.”When I carefully observe the machinery, there are many with round cavities in them.
If these are where the adapters that connect the power source and machinery were, I think it’s not electricity but some sort of magical thing.
For example, orbs that store mana.
―― That’s what I want.
“A dead end, huh. ―― 《Tunnel》.”
With a *thump* (not the sound, but the ambiance), the wall was hollowed out.
To progress further, I repeatedly used 《Tunnel》, aiming for the interior of the historic relics.
Like that, I searched for around 20mins but the desired outcome was not attained.
I didn’t use the ventilation fan I entered, but dug out the door buried nearby and exited from there.
“―― Oh, so you’re back. How was it?”
I put the insignificant junk that I had transported over with [Physics Magic] in a pile in front of the supervisor who was asking with keen interest.
“Oh, knives and wrenches and…… What’s this?
All sorts of seemingly easy to use things have been gathered.”
“Inside, there were rail lattices.”
The rail car that stretched around the nest interior was also a part of the historic relics.
Both the precise technology and facilities to make the rails wasn’t here, but the rails that would occasionally be excavated like this were used for the bas.e.m.e.nt area expansion.
“What! Isn’t that a great discovery!?
Especially since the people in the materials squad keep saying they want rails.”
The supervisor says, and ruffles my hair roughly.
……Sorry, old man.
The valuable items other than that have all been pocketed.
Well, I think even if I handed them over, a great majority would be items of unknown purpose to you.
Despite harbouring feelings of guilt towards the delighted supervisor, the work of the morning ended there.
At noon, the dining hall in the middle layer of the Crow’s nest was in turmoil.
Even the black-clad emissaries with their sacred duties were human once their masks were removed.
I believe that since they’re hungry, they would want to eat delicious things if possible.
“Oi, cook some for me too!”
“Don’t cut in! He’s cooking mine now!”
In front of the iron plate I was cooking okonomiyaki on, two fellow believers started an argument.
……Ah, “fellow believer” was our way of calling one another in the Nest.
“Fellow believer Nebil, Fellow believer Gonzack, if you don’t line up properly, there won’t be any okonomiyaki.”
When I say that and warn them, the two line up meekly and wait their turn.
Previously, when a similar thing occurred, I used [Physics Magic] to throw the saucepan at the guys who looked down on me thinking I was a kid.
Since then, my senior emissaries have also come to respect my opinions.
Since my appearance was a 3-year-old child, I was watched with strange eyes in the beginning, but they’ve completely accustomed recently and the people I can crack jokes with have increased as well.
I had thought there would be many fearsome members since it was an a.s.sa.s.sin’s group, but once I entered, a community that could only be called cosy was there.
There were also many amiable emissaries like Fellow believer Nebil and Fellow believer Gonzack, and I was p.r.o.ne to forget that they were a.s.sa.s.sins who served the Evil G.o.d.
“Or rather, you guys could just cook it yourselves.”
“No, it differs somehow when we cook it ourselves. The batter isn’t fluffy, or rather…..”
That’s because I was beating it in an exquisite manner with [Physics Magic].
I also made the staple mayonnaise, and the sauce was specially made using sauce that resembled ketchup with a few condiments added into it.
The dry bread and thin soup provided during the sin examination was, although the portion was small, a typical meal in the Nest.
The meat and fish dishes from when I was released, were luxury items that served as both a welcoming for newcomers and a solace for the emissaries.
When I borrowed the kitchen to make and eat okonomiyaki because the meals had been too dull, I was zeroed in on by the seniors.
After that, I was told to take kitchen duty if I could make such delicious things, discharged from both work and training during lunchtime, and arranged to cook okonomiyaki in the kitchen like this.
It also depends on the day, but there’s approximately a hundred emissaries coming in and out of the dining hall.
Our leader, Gazaine, also appears often, but only the figure of the religious organization’s archbishop, Glutometsa, have I never seen.
Incidentally, their system is basically that we use the kitchen and cook with whatever there is and eat as we please, since it’s not like cafeteria ladies exist.
There are many emissaries who decide on cooking duty among their cliques and cater for themselves using a rotation system.
To be made to cook for free is unbearable so I’ve also used that as a bargaining chip.
“Hey, it’s been a while so make that too.”
Fellow believer Nebil says, consuming the okonomiyaki as though it’s truly delicious.
“That? Let’s see, if you replace me for cleaning duty, I’ll do it.
Ah, provide the milk coupon yourself though.”
In the bas.e.m.e.nt, the valuable milk was rationed and one can’t drink it without the specialised coupon.
The milk coupon was a treasure equal to the tobacco coupon in this Nest and it also became a tool used in transactions between fellow emissaries.
The items inside the nest ranged from weapons to food, and as a general rule, was all communal property of the religious organisation itself.
The admirable ones in the religious organisation were, not the guys who possessed money, but those who performed many sacred duties―― in other words, those who have killed many people.
Through performing sacred duties and rising up within the ranks of the religious organisation, one would obtain a good room, earn the authorisation to utilise good arms, and desires would be accommodated for with preferential treatment.
Nevertheless, everyone desires items that are rare after all.
It was an open secret that those tickets were effective as actual currency in the Nest.
By the way, since the milk was directly produced from the exclusive farms located inside the Nest it was rich but fresh with a fine taste. It is a pleasure in the daily lives of the emissaries.
“Ugh…… It can’t be helped.”
Nebil retrieved a wallet from his pocket and handed me the milk coupon stowed away inside.
I pa.s.sed Nebil the tag for cleaning duty that was known as the red ticket, and brought out a bottle of milk and a stainless steel shaker from the kitchen interior.
“Then, let’s do it ―― 《Ice Cream》!”
This was, needless to say, my original magic.
The explanation is no more than that, but it’s a hard-to-control magic that 《Flame Lance》and the like can’t compare to.
Fortunately, mages at that level didn’t exist in the religious organisation, so there was no one surprised about the monstrosity of this magic among the emissaries present here, not to mention Fellow believer Nebil.
Now then, while shaking the shaker, I thinly spread the remains of the okonomiyaki batter on the iron plate.
I place the crêpe on a plate, and top it with the just-made ice cream.
Then I place alcohol-soaked apples and, since there was no chocolate, dribble a little brandy used for cooking, and then it was finished.
“Here you go, Fellow believer Nebil.”
“Oh, Fellow believer Orochi has a good sense for plating food.
Even the upper-cla.s.s n.o.ble in the royal capital would have no opportunity to see something like this.”
Nebil asks as he takes the crêpe.
Tutting as I wave my finger,
“You don’t pry into a woman’s past, do you?”
“……Really, where did you learn that from, you brat.”
“If you complain, I won’t make any more okonomiyaki or crêpes.”
“N-no, I was wrong!”
Fellow believer Nebil carried the plate with the crêpe as if it were something important, and left, heading to a table.
I remove my ap.r.o.n as I see him off.
“Oi, make some okonomiyaki for us too, not just Fellow believer Nebil.”
“I would also like a crêpe!”
Other fellow believers say disconcertedly but,
“Sorry, it’s time for training.”
“Wai……it can’t be helped.
Will you make it again?”
“That’s right, we’ll sub for your cleaning, so please make us crêpes.”
“Yes, yes.”
Casually waving my hand, I leave the dining hall.