Volume 1 Chapter 9 Curse You, Be Destroyed (bump Your Pinky On The Corner Of The Dresser)
Sir Ciel is looking at me with a serious expression.
He really expects a lot from me.
And he's relying on me.
But I can't do anything, and even if he expects me to, I can't respond.
But still, I am expected.
And still, I am relied upon.
When I was at the Rest priest family, I was like I didn't even exist.
"U, uhh..."
"Why are you crying again, Ms. Lydia?"
"I feel sorry for you, Sir Ciel... that you can't taste your food. You're expecting so much from me, and I can't do anything, and it makes me sad..."
"...Ah, I see. ...Understood. Then, could you please make some food for me? Anything is fine. As much as you can with what you have now."
"I can make food? If that's all, then I can do it..."
"Yes. Thank you. ...I'm sorry for having strange expectations. I came for a meal. To your place. Is that okay?"
Sir Ciel smiled gently as she said this.
There was no expectation or enthusiasm in her words, which made me feel a little relieved.
Because if I was expected to do something and couldn't meet that expectation...
My cooking is just cooking, and it can't break Sir Ciel's curse.
If it really is a curse of death, then Sir Ciel might eventually die.
Thinking about that makes me sad and hurt. I don't know what to do.
"Y-yes, since this is the restaurant..."
I nodded.
If he just came to eat at the restaurant, then he's a customer.
In that case, there's no problem at all. After all, this is a cafeteria.
"This is called the Diner of Villainous Lady, right?"
"It's Lobelia Diner House...!"
"The flower language means malice and hostility..."
"N-No, that's not it...! It's much cuter, it's a cute flower...!"
"You're cute too, so it fits perfectly."
"I-I won't be fooled...!? Anyway, I'll make the food! I'll use as many ingredients as I can right now...!"
For now, let's respond to the order.
I looked around the kitchen. What I was going to serve for lunch was Mr. Lucian's practical sausages.
Then, there's still some minced pork, so I can make hamburgers.
And, the extra fat removed from the chunks of meat.
"...Sir Ciel, do you like meat?"
"I don't have any likes or dislikes. To begin with, I'm not really interested in food. I mostly eat solid food, so I don't really know what I like or dislike."
"W-Why is that...! Don't you want to eat delicious things? You probably don't think about it now because you can't taste anything... but solid food is delicious, right?"
"That tastes like dry, hard bread. But it has high nutritional value."
"Let's eat meat, meat... I'll make a lot of rice...! But I will charge you for it..."
I don't really understand, but it's sad.
Sir Ciel only eats solid food and isn't interested in meals, but losing the ability to taste is tough.
Because meals are important. Solid food doesn't seem tasty, but still, rice is rice.
I won't say solid food is bad, but I want him to eat a lot of delicious things.
"Of course, I will pay you for it. That's only natural."
"Um, then, please go back to your seat and wait..."
"I won't disturb you, so can I stay here? I want to watch you up close."
"I won't be fooled...!?"
Is it true that the leader has a charming nature?
I glared at Sir Ciel with teary eyes. It's hard to trust someone who calls me cute and wants to see me up close, especially since it's our first meeting.
But right now, it's all about the food.
I want Sir Ciel to eat a lot, and I need her to understand that I don't have any special powers.
After that, he can go home.
If Sir Ciel understands, then Mr. Lucian's misunderstanding should clear up too.
Once he realizes my cooking is just cooking, he won't come to recruit me for the knight group every day.
My shop will have less muscle and more cute girls and mothers with children visiting.
That would be really great.
Of course, I want to lift Sir Ciel's curse, but I can't do that.
Maybe Francois, who has the power of the Rest priest family, could do it.
(...Sir Ciel, you know a lot about magic, right? Then you must know about the Rest priest family too... Maybe I should have asked Francois for help.)
Am I being seen as someone who is getting carried away because they say I have special powers?
Did Sir Ciel make me cook to check if it's true?
Is he here to confirm my lack of power and mock my weakness?
Just for that?
Even lying?
(Am I being a bit too suspicious...? Just because he's a guy, it's not good to keep doubting him...)
I closed my tear-filled eyes and wiped them with a handkerchief from my apron pocket, trying to change my mood.
Okay. Let's cook like usual.
"Um... for now, I'll boil Mr. Lucian's realistic sausage, and then make hamburgers, and there's some pork fat... I have some preserved vegetables, but if it's just meat, I should make soup too..."
I mumbled to myself.
It might be a lot for one person, but since I was told to make as much as possible, it should be fine.
I boiled water in a big pot and took out the plate with Mr. Lucian's realistic sausage that I had stored in the fridge.
Then, I put the rice that I washed and soaked this morning into the pot on the stove.
I closed the lid and lit the fire with a flame stone.
Once the water boiled, I would simmer the realistic sausage in the bubbling water and, while waiting for it to cook, I started chopping the onion.
"...It's Mr. Lucian's fault in the first place... He spreads weird rumors. I love cooking, but I decided to live quietly here, and yet only people close to the royal family come..."
The onion stings my eyes.
With the tears, sadness and anger rise up inside me.
"The worst is my father. ...Why was I born into the Rest priest family? I wish my father would be cursed. Especially his lower half, I hope it gets cursed..."
"To say cursed means to say die, right?"
As I was mumbling as usual, I heard Sir Ciel asking curiously from behind me.
"I'm not saying that! That's terrible... If someone dies, that's just sad, right...?"
"When you say 'perish,' it means 'die.' I thought being cursed was the same thing."
"'Perish' means, well, I kind of hope they go through something painful...! Like, I mean, if they were cursed, I hope they go through something painful too... For example, eating too many sweets and getting really fat, or losing their hair as they get older, or having a belly that makes their clothes not fit anymore, or bumping their little toe on the corner of a dresser, or dropping their favorite expensive vase...! Something like that...!"
"Focusing on the lower body, huh?"
"The servants said that men's desires are in their lower bodies... They said that when they can't hold back anymore, they go to brōtḥels..."
"I've never been, but I heard that the wife of your father, the high priest, comes from a brōtḥel."
"I'm not saying the women from brōtḥels are bad, but cheating is still not okay...!"
I was chopping onions finely... and then I realized I was putting too much emotion into it, so I stopped.
"Onion, soak up my grudges and become delicious, okay...?"
I felt like I had poured too much resentment into it. I whispered, "I'm sorry," with that feeling in my heart.
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