Enri hurriedly shook her head.
“…Well, although I won’t force you… but isn’t it rare to have dragon steak as a main course?”
“Dragon?”
Dragons. In all the stories Enri had heard, they were mankind’s enemy, but some of them were friends of justice. However, no matter what stories they appeared in, they were always powerful beings. Could such beings become food?
Impossible. He must just have been teasing them.
At least, if Ainz hadn’t been the one saying it, she would have thought so.
However, since it was the great magic caster in front of her telling her this, that meant there was a high chance it was true.
“We also have desserts. Have you ever had ice cream? Although E-Rantel had some… don’t think I’ve tried them before. They’re ice-cold, and sweet… and they melt in your mouth. Something like sweet ice or snow.”
Enri and Nemu couldn’t help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
“That’s a high-class luxury. Just one of those would cost more than a day’s worth of food.”
“It seems Nfirea-kun has tried something like that before. Then I shall produce more delicious ice cream for you than you can possibly imagine. Following that — where’s the menu?”
In response, the maid recited a long string of words.
“For today’s lunch menu, we will be serving two hors d’oeuvres. The first will be a dish of Piercing Lobster, which is a form of Noatun seafood, in a velouté sauce. The second will be a dish of Poiret’s foie gras of Víðópnir. The soup will be an Alfheim-style cream of sweet potato and chestnut soup. We have selected meat for the main course, which would be the marbled steak made from Jotunheim’s ancient frost dragons that Ainz-sama mentioned earlier. After that comes dessert, which would be Golden Apple compote, served in white wine and topped with yogurt. In addition, we have black tea-flavoured ice cream coated in gold leaf. For the after-meal beverages, we have considered that coffee may not suit everyone's taste, so we also have fresh peach juice. That is all. If any part of the menu requires amendment, please inform us and we will do so immediately.”
Is this a spell incantation?!
Enri, who had no clue about what had just been recited, was sure of that.
“Doesn’t everyone like foie gras? I think children will. Please add it to the menu for me. How about something light?”
“Yes. Then, we shall add scallop salad and star plum confit as hors d’oeuvres.”
“Hmm, there is that… is this menu better than the previous one?”
“Eh?! You’re asking me?!”
Enri, who had been suddenly put on the spot, answered frantically. It would be very confusing if she had to keep talking about this stuff she knew nothing about.
“Ah, that. No. Uh. I’ll leave it to you.”
It had taken all her effort to get a single sentence out. Ainz instructed the maid to prepare the meal as suggested.
Nemu looked at Ainz with worshipful eyes, muttering “so amazing” to herself. Enri felt the same way. This was too far removed from the world she usually lived in.
Wealthy people could spend money on luxuries. And being able to eat, not just to fill one’s stomach, but for nothing more than pleasure, was part of that.
Wealth, knowledge and power. A magic caster who had all of these.
He was a being that Enri as a simple farmer had no hope of reaching, a person better referred to as a king who stood above the tops of the clouds. This masked magic caster was such a formidable individual.
“Then, let’s go. Although, I don’t intend to join you. The three of you — that’s right, this family of yours should enjoy the meal with no reservations. After that, we will discuss business. Ah, I need to tell Lupusregina that I’m adding one more person to the list.”
“Eh? What’s that, Gown-sama?”
“No, it’s nothing, Nemu.”
Ainz stood up, and the sparkly-eyed Nemu stood up too.
Enri’s face had turned slightly hot from being referred to as a family, but she noticed something odd about Nfirea, who was rising slowly.
His mouth was flattened into a straight line, with no intention of opening it. However, Enri knew the secret to loosening him up.
That was to stare at him. Through the gap in his hair, Nfirea’s eyes flickered back and forth, until at last, as though giving up, he sighed.
“I was thinking that I can’t beat him. No, I know I can’t beat him. He’s far better than me as a man.”
“But you do know that I like Enfi just the way he is, right?”
Was the difference in their levels as men such an important thing? As a woman, she could not understand how significant it was.
Nfirea’s face turned bright red, then he took Enri’s hand.
“Let’s go.”
There was no longer any darkness in those words.
Although she didn’t know why her lover’s feelings had changed, cheering up should mean that he was happy. Hand in hand, Enri and Nfirea chased after Ainz and Nemu.
Side 2 (1/2). A day in Nazarick
Translators: Rockgollem
Editing: Skythewood, Namorax, TaintedDreams, Nigel, Ferro, NoirX, Zack Tan, SifaV6
Special thanks to Anon
Prologue
Nazarick Time: 5:14
A little droplet started to form at the edge of a golden water tap. It expanded, and gravity eventually pulled the water droplet towards the floor of the bathroom floor.
In the Great Tomb of Nazarick, there were many places to bathe. This was one of them.
There was only one silhouette in this large marble bathtub which could fit many people at once.
A blue water droplet fell along the contour of the smooth white body. The colour “blue” was not a relative term, but a literal observation as if it had been artificially dyed.
When it reached the feet, the blue liquid that had flowed down the contour of the body defied gravity and started climbing with a movement different from typical water.
“—Fuaah.”
The figure unconsciously made a sound which echoed throughout the bathroom.
As if feeling embarrassed from its own voice, a slender arm sprouted out from the blue liquid. There was no sound of water drops hitting the floor or ripples on the surface of the liquid. That was because it had abnormally high viscosity.