Siloque pulled out a magic generator, a rice cooker, pots, spatulas, an induction cooker, and other kitchen utensils, along with food storage equipment. Inafa watched these novel tools with a face full of curiosity, picking up a frying pan and stroking it back and forth. Siloque handed over an assembly diagram from the instruction manual.
“Kaka, you should say ‘please’ first.”
“Fine, I have no choice!”
Despite her haughty attitude, Inafa took the manual and began studying it with the Blood Spirit. Afterward, she honestly started the installation with Siloque. Though she claimed to be reluctant, a close observation revealed that Inafa’s expression shifted subtly with her mood. Look, her finger slipped, and the water pipe almost fell. Ah, she just got a little angry.
After placing the refrigerator in a reasonable position with Siloque, she smiled slightly. Noticing Siloque watching her, she appeared somewhat shy and flustered.
“Stupid human, your gaze is too high. Careful, or I’ll slice your head off.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Siloque said, lowering his gaze. ‘I couldn’t help but be attracted; your expressions are so rich and cute.’
“……Stupid human.”
Fifteen minutes later.
Like Lego blocks, everything that needed power was connected and installed. A medieval brick house had been transformed into a modern kitchen.
“This wasn’t that hard for me.”
Inafa rubbed her slightly numb hands, looking at the scene with a great sense of accomplishment. The spark that had flown out earlier had startled her, but Siloque had hurried over to help her turn it off.
“It has a streamlined design,” Inafa said, crossing her arms to act composed.
“These sharp corners are designed to prevent injury… not bad. The running water looks normal too. Inafa, you did a great job.”
“Kakaka. That’s only natural.”
With just a bit of praise, Inafa became so smug it was as if a dazzling golden light was radiating from her back.
“Can you eat garlic? Do you have any dietary restrictions?” Siloque tied his hair into a ponytail and put on an orange apron.
“Ah… as long as it’s not holy water or silver powder, I can eat anything normally.”
Vampires really weren’t picky eaters. Come to think of it, Inafa wasn’t picky in the game either; she didn’t like eating rotten intestines or raw meat, but she could manage it. Today was, after all, the first victory against a Purple-clad Executive. To celebrate the victory and to boost Hill’s nutrition, he decided to make a feast.
“Inafa, let’s cook dinner together. First… please help me wash the rice.”
“Kaka, don’t get ahead of yourself, human. I intended to do that anyway. Just watch and learn!”
Hearing Beiren’s lines was truly nostalgic. Inafa skillfully rolled up her sleeves, picking up the rice cooker’s inner pot, the manual, and a beginner’s recipe Siloque had given her.
The cooking began.
This time wasn’t as rushed as it had been at the cafe. Although Siloque’s pace was slow, every step was organized. He finely minced the garlic and ginger and cut other ingredients into bite-sized pieces. He poured oil into the pan and stir-fried sliced zucchini and eggplant over high heat until they were about sixty percent cooked, then transferred them to a plate.
Inafa peeked over from time to time. Nothing was burnt at all.
‘Should I say she has talent?’ Siloque thought as he put the pork into the pan to stir-fry.
‘The cooking isn’t even exploding,’ Inafa thought, her eyes showing admiration for the first time.
‘Cooking can explode?’
Siloque used his [Heating] Talent to adjust the temperature, easily tossing the food in the pan with a spatula. The meat and seasoning traced beautiful arcs in the air before turning over. Behind him, Inafa and the Blood Spirit clapped softly.
“My mom… whenever she cooked, it would explode. She often made flavors that seemed to come from another dimension, and people would lose consciousness after eating it. So, not just because I live alone, but also to avoid dying, I learned how to cook early on.”
“What kind of exaggerated anime character is your mother? Explosions and deaths…” ‘Did she add sodium metal to the food?’
When Siloque finished frying a batch of wasabi shrimp balls—
“Stupid human, stupid human, teach me how to use this!” Seeing that Siloque was free, the small vampire’s eyes sparkled as she tapped on the microwave.
Siloque gave a playful smile. It wasn’t hard to see that Inafa was quite interested in cooking. Realizing something, Inafa’s face turned red, and she said haughtily, “This is an opportunity I’m giving you to teach me. Hurry up and come over!”
“Yes, yes.”
Siloque patiently taught Inafa how to use the equipment, and Inafa learned very seriously. She quickly mastered the use of these modern kitchen tools while asking Siloque for tips on cooking, and he taught her earnestly.
If the Blood Spirit, ignored in the corner of the kitchen, had a consciousness, it would surely lament as it watched the ponytail-wearing girl and its blonde master so intimately coating chicken in potato starch: ‘What exactly was I summoned for?’
“Now, to celebrate clearing out the trash and kicking out the intruders—cheers!”
Inafa took the lead and raised a goblet.
“Yeah!!”
Perhaps because she was feeling energetic after resting, Hill shouted very loudly.
Siloque gently raised his glass. “Cheers.”
The time was 6:12 PM.
At the main seat in the middle of the dining table filled with dishes, Inafa had placed a board on her chair and was standing on it to raise her glass. Hill and Siloque were on her left and right. Inafa climbed down from the chair, moved the board, and the three glasses—two people and one ghost—clinked together. She drank the bubbling water in her glass, and her expression shifted instantly.
“Gulp, gulp… cough! Cough! Cough! Kapu… what is this? Poison?”
“It’s a carbonated drink,” Siloque explained, contentedly drinking the pungent and refreshing cola.
“Uwah… this drink is really strong, much better than alcohol. Let me try adding some tomato juice… mm! Delicious!”
Tomato juice mixed with cola was a bizarre combination, much like mixing mayonnaise with rice. Inafa downed it in one go. Even though she choked until tears came to her eyes, she finally let out a satisfied burp. Seeing her drink so happily, Siloque didn’t bother to comment.
“Brother actually made so many dishes… Hill can die with no regrets now.” Hill wiped away tears of emotion.
“You’re not allowed to die with no regrets. Live well for me. I want to see you grow up healthy and become an adult.”
The table was spread with a feast including lobster, seafood pizza, and sweet and sour pork with pineapple. In addition, there were salads, fruit platters, crepes, and various sauces. There were not only dishes made by Siloque but also wakame sardine pasta made by Inafa, fried chicken that she claimed must be eaten with ketchup, pan-seared steak, and more.
He had accidentally made a bit too much. Siloque was glad his hand hadn’t slipped and made dessert, or the fifteen dishes on the table would have doubled.
Stomach: ‘This is going to be a high-pressure round.’
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