# 40
“Mr. Sirius, is there something wrong with your body?”
Otherwise you will not be able to feel this taste.
“It's normal.”
However, Sirius was firm in stating his physical condition.
If your body is normal...then maybe?
“Have you been poisoned?”
“…… Poison, no.”
However, the look in his eyes said it didn't taste like poison.
Dayaren pretended not to hear and stared at Bai again.
If two people take it and have different opinions, just call someone else to check.
At that moment, Skinnell was passing on the other side of the hall.
“Ah, Mrs. Skinnell.”
"Yes?"
“Do you want to come and try this?”
"…… I?"
In this palace, everyone except Deyarin is not allowed to sit face to face with Sirius outside of working hours.
It was natural for the relationship to be between master and employee.
To all the people who worked there, Sirius was already labeled a “shameless brat.”
No one wanted to confront anyone, even with mild kindness.
If Ceres were seen from a distance, he would take a different route, and if he was said to be doing something somewhere, he wouldn't even come close.
Thanks to this, Sirius was able to maintain a calmer life, which was mutually beneficial.
“I heard that this is the chef’s new creation, but I can’t tell if it is delicious or not.”
But now, Sirius's assessment was so harsh that there was no time to discuss such matters.
According to Darren, this was the most delicious pie she had ever eaten in her life.
“Ahh…….yes……it’s not poisoned, is it?”
Skinnell almost seemed to understand the situation, but she wasn't happy about it either.
I have to go so far as to eat food I don't even know what it is in the presence of a really uncomfortable and cheap guy.
Diaren, who understood this feeling, explained impatiently.
“Yes, really. I need to give the chef a proper review, but it’s difficult, so I’m asking for help. Please eat comfortably and talk comfortably.”
“Um, yes, then...”
Only then did Skinnel feel relieved and took a small bite.
Skinnel, who was rolling her eyes and savoring the taste, looked down at the pie in surprise.
“Oh my God, isn't this really delicious? What are you saying? It was my first time eating it and it was so delicious!”
“It's delicious, isn't it? It's delicious anyway, isn't it?”
“How could this not taste good?”
There are only two people who have tried this so far, except Skinnell.
Dearyn said it was delicious, but Sirius was the only one who said it wasn't delicious.
Don't your tastes follow your personality?
Skinnel's eyes said so.
“In fairness, I'd just ask someone else.”
It was heartbreaking to see Sirius so hated.
There was also a need to know if there really was a problem with Sirius' sense of taste.
Diarine hired a masseuse this time.
“Yak.”
The masseuse who took a bite voiced her comment that Sirius tasted like shit by her actions.
“No, how can I feel nauseous after eating this?”
“Oh, how could it not be! Wow, what is this? It’s really tasteless.”
“……Isn’t it delicious? Really? Aren’t you behaving?”
“Oh my God, it's really tasteless.”
Sirius looked at Dearyn proudly.
Although he maintained an expressionless appearance, the joy in his eyes was evident.
“……Does everyone say it’s delicious?”
The masseuse asked through tears.
"No. Sirius says it's not tasty either."
"Yes!"
Then the masseuse raised her head with a grim expression, as if she had been saved.
“Don't you like the taste, sir?”
“It tastes like shit.”
"True! True! It really tastes like that!"
Sirius' expression could have touched someone.
Dearyn thought deeply about whether it was time to admit that her world was trivial.
“But that kind of review is too harsh for someone else’s food.”
"No, I agree with this review. It really tastes just like that. There's no other way to express it."
The masseuse came forward to help.
No, I am not discussing the issue of expression now… the courtesy between people is still… the complexity of the social world….
However, the image of the priest teaching a nobleman the culture of the nobility was also strange.
While Dayaren was struggling, the chef appeared.
“Oh, today’s dessert is a bit heavy, so I brought some light syrup and fruit to ease your appetite...ah yes?”
The chef was suddenly surprised by the attention people were paying him.
The chef always brings out a dish, gives a brief explanation, and then disappears.
Neither of them were very knowledgeable about cooking, so they just listened.
I don't have picky tastes, so there was no need to change it this way or that.
But what does this wonderful atmosphere mean, as if feces are coming out of a plate?
“Is it normal for this pie to taste different from person to person?”
Dearyn asked on Sirius' behalf.
The chef's face lit up when he finally recognized the identity of the pie each person was holding.
“Ah……! Yes, it is a food ingredient that has its likes and dislikes. It was imported from the farthest continent, and its name is Renzo… …It is prepared by mixing mushrooms and cheese. However, if it suits your taste, there is nothing as delicious as this, so I tried it….”
The chef was enthusiastic and gave a long description of the food.
After hearing the explanation, the four people looked at each other at the same time.
The savory side and the savory side were all just right.
“Then what kind of natural taste is it?”
“Ah, those who enjoy it will be able to feel the creamy, delicious weight of the cheese, the spicy mushroom aroma, and the sweet, honey-like aftertaste.”
The chef, who was still excited, completely forgot his usual shyness.
It was a great description.
Even though he was not gifted with words, he was still able to describe his field of expertise at such length.
Deyarin's expectations have risen.
Since something delicious was expressed at such length, it should be able to describe something not delicious as well.
I hoped the expression was cool enough for Sirius to listen to it and learn from it.
“So how do you feel about people who don't have good taste?”
The chef smiled brightly, a rare sight.
“Yes, they say it tastes like feces.”
“…….”
“…….”
“Hehehe, isn't that funny?” But they say real soaking tastes like feces.”
It was so funny that I laughed.
It must have been really funny for the chef because the food tasted like feces.
“Look, it really tastes like shit!”
The masseuse expressed her displeasure.
Dearyn became confused.
They just called the taste of poo... something like that.
As long as the person who created it said it was accurate, Dayaren would not be able to change it.
However, I felt that I should not use the phrase “tastes like shit” in social circles.
“The reason you're so selective is because you have great sense!”
The next plan was a massage.
The masseuse, affected by the taste of feces, abandoned her usual coldness and took Sirius seriously.
“As expected, people with excellent senses feel the same taste strongly, so it was inevitable. Why, they say that if you dilute the scent of the wind, it smells like roses. People with great senses like you and me smell like the wind, while dull people smell like roses.”
Out of the two shit-tasting buddies, he was the only one who enjoyed Darren.
I suddenly felt lonely.
Dayaren, who was speechless, sat quietly in the corner of the massage room.
“Now I'm just saying, 'Mister, you have a bad temper...' Rather, I found out that he is picky because he has excellent senses that are very different from others. Today, I will definitely find out what you like and satisfy it.”
The masseuse suddenly became excited.
The comrade ritual was that scary.
Deyarin remained silent.
Normally, Sirius didn't need to express himself directly to the masseuse.
It has become the norm to express “like” and “dislike” in two words, so I express it first as “like” and “dislike.”
Diaren tried to get more expressions by asking different questions and getting answers, but the masseuse didn't need to do that.
“Oh, you don't like this? Good. What about this?
I like it there, I don't like it there.
There was no need to hear more.
“What about this oil? You usually express your hatred less.”
“Good evening.”
“What do you want? I think it would help me choose if you told me how you feel about it, the feeling on the skin, the smell, the amount of friction, the stickiness, the heat, anything else.”
The masseuse's questions were different from usual.
Dayaren was also surprised and raised her depressed head.
Sirius looked at the oil he had applied to his forearm as a test, then opened his mouth.
“Feeling on the skin…….”
As long as nothing comes out.
Deyarin tensed and waited for the next words.
“It's as if Diarren's wet hair is touching your skin.” (Ceres)
“Cough!”
I almost vomited the pie I ate earlier.
Deyarin, whom I had hardly forgotten about, had returned.
Is this nonsense?
Either way, it was an expression that made me want to faint.
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