Polenta is a porridge-like dish made from easily obtainable grains such as corn, barley, and chestnuts.
It is made to highlight the rough texture, so when you eat it, the texture is rougher than it looks, but that also has its charm.
It is a popular dish because it is made with ingredients that are easy to obtain, and it is also a food that poor people can enjoy in large quantities.
However, if made well, it is as delicious as any other food, and it makes you feel full even if you don’t eat much, so it is also suitable as an emergency food.
Above all, it is not just eaten like porridge, but if you add corn flour or barley flour and solidify it, it is like that.
‘The rice cake is delicious.’
It is a chewy and delicious corn cake with a unique, rough texture.
It’s not a bland taste either, as it contains goat’s milk cheese and a few herbs.
It was a great meal that filled me up.
“That’s a good idea. Eating it like porridge is fine, but eating it like this is different and I can’t stop reaching for it.”
“I learned it while working at a part-time job, no! at an inn. It’s so delicious when you eat it like this, so I eat it often.”
“Really? This is the first time I’ve seen this kind of food. Do you happen to know which inn it is? I want to go and try it myself.”
“Oh, it’s probably gone now. Wow, it was so long ago.”
“okay?”
“Yes, yes!”
… … You’re joking.
If you’re going to lie, be more sincere.
‘I don’t know what he did before he became a shaman, but he definitely wasn’t in the arts or physical education department.’
Then there’s no way he would act so sloppily.
‘This guy is a mess in another sense.’
Is it because she is a romantic heroine?
The guys who play the lead roles in romance novels always pretend to be thorough, but they always get hit in the back of the head and their IQ rapidly declines. Is this guy one of those types?
‘It’s comparable to the maid’s, but what about this?’
Over there, on one side, Layla is eating the rice cakes in a hurry because they are so delicious, and then she starts to choke, so she runs around looking for water, scoops up some in a bowl, and pours it into someone’s face.
Just drink it. Do you have to do it like that?
… Well, it’s not boring to watch, but it’s embarrassing to show it to others as an acquaintance.
“Excuse me, is that person over there okay?”
“Just ignore it.”
“yes?”
“… You don’t have to worry about it. I’ll take care of your health.”
“… Ah, yes.”
Irene blinked and looked at Layla with a curious gaze, then felt Lee Han’s gaze and lowered her head again.
He looks like a poor soul who came to borrow money from a loan shark.
Seeing this, Lee Han.
‘Did I do something bad to him?’
Irene’s attitude of trembling like a kitten made me scratch the back of my head awkwardly, wondering if I had done something wrong.
* * *
It would be rude to just turn away the neighbor who had delivered the moving rice cake, or rather, the moving polenta, and since it was not like he didn’t know her, Lee Han offered her some tea and sat her down for a while.
Above all, Irene herself didn’t refuse or show any sign of disliking it.
She sat down as if she had been waiting for me, drinking tea, and almost finished the polenta I had brought.
Looks like you’re adaptable.
But maybe that’s why.
‘It’s suspicious.’
To be honest, I find it suspicious that he is so careless.
No, think about it.
There is no connection between her and Lee Han.
Although Lee Han is in a situation where he has to investigate an individual named Irene Windler, that is something only ISIS and Lee Han know.
But it is said that the second person under surveillance suddenly moved into the house next door to him.
… It was clearly an empty house the day before, so it was suspicious that they suddenly moved in.
Lee Han, with his guard suddenly raised, quietly.
“Cadet Irene, I’m sorry to ask you personal questions, but can I ask you something?”
I decided to stab her.
“yes?”
“I thought you gave permission. Why are you in such a remote place? If you’re an Irene cadet, you could either use the dorms or stay in a mansion owned by the Galahad family. As far as I know, 70% of the buildings around the academy are owned by the Galahad family.”
“… … .”
“I’m sorry if that was a difficult question.”
“Oh, no, that’s a perfectly acceptable question, what is it…?”
Irene, who was considered to be a normal person, didn’t have a very bright complexion, and Lee Han, wondering if there was something going on, focused more on her without her knowing.
Didn’t you see the information about Duke Galahad a little while ago?
I don’t know yet.
What damage could she be suffering?
Or maybe he was kicked out of the dormitory because he was from a low class background…!
“-The application period ended before I even knew there was a dormitory application period, and I decided not to use the Galahad Duke’s mansion because it was too much of a burden. To be honest, I don’t want to be around that old man’s food.”
“…?”
“No, is that old man really weird? His eyes give me goosebumps every time I look at him! He looks like a girl, and his speech and actions are sly! To be honest, I didn’t even want to get close to him? That’s why I just refused everything he offered me. I didn’t want to get involved for no reason, and… ah.”
“… … .”
“Mom, can you pretend you didn’t hear that?”
“…as much as you want.”
“……thank you.”
It seems like there was quite a lot of stuff piled up.
It seems like he has a strong antipathy towards the Duke.
‘I guess I had my own rational reasons.’
Some may ask how he can be sure that all of this is true, but Lee Han is certain that it is not a lie or an act.
reason?
That makes sense.
Kwah, kwah.
Because the sound of your heart tells you.
Hearing that detects the heartbeat more accurately than a stethoscope.
He was willing to trust my abilities, which even ISIS admired.
‘-She’s a clumsy but honest girl.’
After a brief conversation, Lee Han got a sense of what kind of person Irene Windler was.
Although it is awkward and lacking in some aspects, it is a common symptom among people in their teens and twenties.
A deficiency that occurs because the range of experience and interpersonal relationships is still narrow.
I’m not insulting Irene at all, I’m just saying something very common sense.
Well, I guess I have a habit of speaking a bit carelessly and excessively, but if you think of it as a mental illness that a spellcaster necessarily has, then that’s it.
And to that extent.
‘For a conjurer, he’s incredibly normal.’
Considering that 90% of orderers are psychopaths, that’s not an exaggeration.
Although he was somewhat biased towards wizards, he didn’t really think he was wrong.
In fact, 90% of the wizards he met were psychopaths.
But they all died by his hands.
“Huh, yeah!? Why, I suddenly feel chills… .”
“Is it cold in the cabin? I hope you understand. There are still many places that haven’t been renovated yet.”
“Oh, it’s okay. More importantly, Instructor. Please take good care of me from now on. Since we live so close, I’ll be seeing you often.”
“…Please take good care of me too, Cadet Irene Windler.”
The first gesture of kindness.
Lee Han had only ever held hands with a spellcaster when he was going to break the spellcaster’s hand with a hammer or burn it with a torch, so it felt strange to be holding hands like this normally.
Why is the feeling of holding a woman’s hand like this?
You shouldn’t discriminate between men and women when ordering.
How vicious they are.
In fact, the fact that she was a wizard alone made her feminine charm halved. Furthermore, the fact that she might be the adopted daughter or biological daughter of a mad duke made her charm even weaker and turned into a minus.
If you get entangled with someone, it’s not a good thing.
‘He has a good heart, but only his heart…’
No matter how many times you multiply a minus by a plus, it can never become a plus.
… … Above all else.
‘… You crazy bastard, how many people have you put down?’
Because the adoptive father was such a psychopath, the minuses only increased.
Tch!
He clicked his tongue, frowning as he felt the secretive presence and smell growing around the cabin.
─No homeowner would welcome hyenas roaming around, smelling heavily of blood.
Meanwhile, Irene Windler’s body stiffened as tension grew stronger.
‘Did I do something wrong?’
[Cheer up, Irene! You have to somehow win the knight’s favor!]
‘… This is all your fault.’
After whining all day about moving to the knight instructor’s side, I had no choice but to move.
Oh, but I didn’t lie.
Not only was I not able to enter the dormitory, but I also hated that guy, the Duke.
However, I was only dissatisfied that I couldn’t find a better house.
I don’t really like cabins, but I like staying in a nice, clean, and soundproofed guesthouse.
Is it because I know how she feels?
Irene looked apologetic, but… .
[Sorry, but it’s still really good. Look at those muscles! How can they be so sculpted? No! Even a stone sculpture wouldn’t be as good as that!]
Sorry is only for a moment. Here was a pervert who revealed his desires without hesitation.
‘…low quality.’
[Hey, can you pretend it’s a mistake and touch it just once? I really want to feel that muscle!]
‘… How easy it is to say that my social standing will be thrown to the ground.’
[Muscles over social prestige!]
‘……shut up.’
Irene barely managed to hold back a sigh at the crazy remarks of the ghost in my head that made it impossible for me to not curse.
And yet, without realizing it, she glanced at the knight instructor’s body.
He was wearing only a short-sleeved T-shirt with a low cut around his chest, and the outline of his body was clearly visible.
Because of the ghost who keeps talking openly and showing off his muscles, I can’t help but look away.
And confirming this.
‘Wow, it’s definitely a feast for the eyes.’
Telepathy.
She said she went to Gangnam with her friends, and after hanging out with them for 7 years, even our tastes in food and clothes had become similar.
…even men’s tastes.
