Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating - Chapter 137

Rising from the Slum City of Reincarnation in Another World ~ Gathering, Hunting, and Living a Slow Life by Eating

Chapter 137   Eleanor-sama and Nobiru Miso

With Eleanor-sama present, last year I couldn’t enjoy the grilled Nobiru with miso as I do now.

“Bon appétit.”

Ah, yes, yes, yes. This is it, just what I’ve been seeking – a lifestyle resembling a slow and tranquil existence.

The simple and delicious combination of this chive-like aroma with miso is a perfect match, creating an authentic flavor.

“This is delicious! I’ve never tasted anything like this before.”

“This is Nobiru with miso.”

“Nobiru… miso.”

I reach out for another piece and take a bite.

“Mmm, this is irresistible. Though it’s a bit small. I’d like to have more.”

“The miso is kept over here. Nobiru grows abundantly around this area.”

“Wait, you mean this grows around here?”

“Yes.”

After savoring the last bite, I find myself being led by Eleanor-sama.

“More nobiru, gather more nobiru.”

“Ah, okay.”

The two of us reluctantly squat down, searching for nobiru in the garden in front of the Lord’s Mansion Hotel.

Or rather, we don’t really need to search – nobiru is growing here and there.

With everything being so green, it’s hard to distinguish, but anything resembling a chive should do.

“Look, here.”

“Yes!”

We diligently dig with a wooden stick, unearthing the bulbous roots.

“We’ve got some.”

“Yeah, just one from that. If you want to eat a lot…”

“I’ll gather plenty, no problem!”

Eleanor-sama squats down, collecting nobiru as she walks.

It’s somewhat heartwarming. Even her beautiful and extravagant clothes seem out of place here.

Like a child playing house, desperately focused, it’s comforting to watch.

As I observe her from behind, memories of that time come flooding back.

“The ‘Eleanor Beam'”

Indeed, that was a rare attribute – a light magic.

I’ve heard stories that many in the lord’s household are capable of tangerine magic.

It seems that’s really the case.

However, it was kind of amusing how it looked like a robot raising its hand and going ‘beep-beep’ to unleash the beam – couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

It’s true that shouting the name of a technique during the activation of magic isn’t actually necessary, but you can certainly give it a name yourself.

Essentially, it’s a habit to say the magic name as a warning to those around you, serving as a caution against potential danger.

Of course, through chanting – combining incantations with invocations – one can also use high-powered magic.

As for the intricate workings of all that, I’m not quite sure.

I’m planning to attend high school from around the age of twelve, so I assume I’ll learn about it there.

A rare attribute, huh. It’s often said that you can’t have it all, but I guess that doesn’t apply to nobility.

Speaking of which, I’m actually a bit of nobility myself.

It doesn’t feel all that real. I thought the Item Box was just a rare perk of being reborn. Maybe it’s because of my direct lineage to the royal family.

Oh, right, I might be the second or third son, but I’m still in the direct line of succession. Oh, that’s a bit unnerving. Better not get too close.

Eleanor-sama and I are actually distant relatives if you trace back our ancestry.

“We’ve gathered quite a lot.”

“Well done, Eleanor-sama. You’ve worked hard.”

“Not at all, I still have plenty of energy.”

Speaking of which, Eleanor-sama always seems to be full of vitality, doesn’t she?

Where does she summon all this full power from?

Her sparkling gaze is like that of a newly minted farm girl – there’s something indescribably enchanting about it.

I could easily imagine her being cherished by the elderly ladies in the neighborhood.

Bringing the nobiru to the Lord’s Mansion Hotel kitchen, we sear it on the magical stove.

Though there’s no visible flame, think of it like a kotatsu of electric heat coils.

“Hurry, hurry, it’s starting to smell delicious.”

“Yeah.”

“Nyaah.”

“What a wonderful aroma.”

“Myaumyau.”

Unbeknownst to me, everyone had gathered behind us.

“Bon appétit. Oh, remember, everyone gets just one.”

“Thank you, Eleanor-sama.”

“Thank you!”

“Not a problem.”

Together, we dip the nobiru in miso and savor the taste.

Ohhhh, this, this is… I’ve never tasted anything like it, but suddenly, I’m craving a beer.

The pile of nobiru that was once towering before Eleanor-sama is dwindling rapidly.

“It was truly delightful.”

“Ah, yes. By the way, there might not be miso, but I believe nobiru grows around the Trieste Lord’s Mansion as well.”

“I was unaware of that.”

Well, if there were other things to eat, you wouldn’t bother picking and eating them one by one.

But taking the time to gather and enjoy them is what slow living is all about.

Eleanor-sama, with a bright smile, will be staying over again tonight.

Seems she’ll be heading back tomorrow though.

“I’m looking forward to Ed-kun’s dinner.”

“Ah, yeah. What should I make?”

I pondered a mischievous idea.

Let’s go with barley porridge. It’s a simple dish. It seems the citizens of Trieste often eat things like this besides bread.

Into the barley porridge, like the spring seven-herb mix, I’ll add some of the local wild plants, or rather, herbs.

“Here you go, Eleanor-sama, some wild herb barley porridge.”

“Wild herbs?”

“Yes. Well, consider it a little prank.”

“Very well then.”

She takes a breath and takes a bite of the barley porridge.

“Oh, how unexpected. It’s much more delicious than I thought.”

“I told you.”

The fragrance of herbs has infused the barley porridge, giving it a delightful aroma.

Since it’s porridge, it’s easy to eat and satisfying. I didn’t think nobles would indulge in something like this.

How about that?

“Hehehe, I’m delighted that Ed-kun treats us to such a variety of dishes.”

“That’s right! Ed is a genius after all.”

“Yes, Ed-kun is quite fascinating.”

“Yes, myaumyau.”

Everyone chimes in with agreement.

We all lie down together on the bed.

It’s not the same as before when we used to sleep together. Now we each have our own beds, with spacious and fluffy futons.

It’s a bit lonely that Minya doesn’t cuddle up with us anymore, but I suppose that’s just a part of growing up.