Shopping

The next day, in the morning.

As the morning sun peeked out from behind the clouds and broke through the thick fog, the flowers and plants in the corner of the courtyard, covered with dewdrops, were illuminated and shone.

Serie didn't want to get out of bed.

However, an extremely domineering fragrance kept wafting over, and the [Blanket Demon] was completely powerless to resist.

I stumbled out of the room, quickly washed up, and sat down at the table under the maple tree.

Rienta handed over a bowl of freshly mixed noodles topped with a fried egg and minced meat sauce.

It wasn't until the noodles, laden with toppings, entered her mouth that Serie snapped out of it, staring blankly at the zha jiang mian (noodles with minced meat sauce) before her, the rich aroma still lingering in her mouth.

But she was hesitant to eat it.

Seeing this, Rienta asked, "Lady Serie, is the zha jiang mian (noodles with soybean paste) not to your liking?"

"I'll make a new one."

After saying that, Rienta stood up and prepared to take away the jajangmyeon in front of Serie.

Taste is definitely a problem.

Since Serie had only arrived the previous night, he couldn't quite figure her out yet.

As for this bowl of noodles with minced meat sauce, let him reluctantly finish it.

Rienta reached out, Serie instinctively reached out to protect the noodles.

For a moment, both of them were stunned.

After a brief silence.

Serie coughed lightly and said, "Ahem, that's not necessary."

After a minor incident, a new problem arose with breakfast, in addition to the usual addition of noodles.

After the meal.

Several people sat at the table drinking tea.

Serie looked at Rienta and said earnestly:

"Rienta, your cooking is indeed very good, but could you slow down the pace a little?"

Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and late-night snack.

Judging from the current situation, we might even have to add afternoon tea or something.

If she continued eating like this, Serie felt she might be facing the risk of gaining weight for the first time in her life.

She was clearly there to help Frieren and the others solve the [Golden Land].

I came all this way and did absolutely nothing, but I've actually gained a lot of weight.

How can I return to the Continental Magic Association like this?

Frieren flipped through the Grimoire in her hand, saying without looking up:

"Serie can choose not to eat it."

Upon hearing this, Fern quickly and discreetly tugged at Frieren's sleeve, whispering, "Lady Frieren..."

Rienta hadn't expected that Frieren and Serie would be so angry so early in the morning.

He sighed almost imperceptibly, then stood up and said:

"Let's go out for a walk and buy some daily necessities."

That's an excuse.

The Gluck Family made excellent arrangements, providing all necessary daily necessities.

But if we just sit here until noon, who knows what unexpected things might happen.

Frieren: "I want to see Grimoire."

Stark: "Huh? Hmm..."

Fern kicked Stark under the table without making a sound, and said:

"I've already made an appointment with Lord Stark."

Stark: "Hiss, yes, that's right, Fern and I agreed on it yesterday."

Then, everyone looked at Rienta, who had made the suggestion, including Serie.

Rienta: "..."

Isn't that wrong?

After a moment of silence, Rienta looked at Serie, her eyes revealing a hint of hope.

'Say it, you also have things to do.'

That way I won't have to...

"I'm free, I can go for a walk."

Serie temporarily suppressed her worries, smiled, and said.

Rienta, her face grave, walked towards the courtyard gate.

Serie stood up and followed him.

The mornings in Weise are also quite lively.

Most of the vendors have already opened for business.

The streets were bustling with people coming and going.

Rienta and Serie walked side by side, occasionally buying items that interested them.

The two strolled around for a long time, until almost noon.

Rienta then took Serie to the market to buy ingredients.

Serie looked at the Rienta carefully selecting their items and asked, "Hey, Rienta, have you always been like this?"

Seeing Rienta's questioning look, Serie added, "I mean, has it always been like this when we eat?"

"Um, that's basically it. What's wrong?"

Serie's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, ultimately refraining from expressing her concerns.

Rienta took the ingredients from the vendor and handed him the silver coins.

He then put the ingredients into his [Personal Space] and casually took out a Grimoire, handing it to Serie.

[The magic of eating without gaining weight].

This was a spell that Fern commissioned him to develop a long time ago, and it was completed under Frieren's guidance.

Rienta was quite confident in her cooking skills.

Furthermore, Serie's performance last night and this morning also proves this point.

Combining Serie's words from that morning with her current attitude, Rienta's thoughts raced, and she began to form some guesses.

Serie took the Grimoire, glanced at it, and immediately beamed with joy.

"Yes, I like this magic!"

She has never been particularly interested in ordinary folk magic.

But today, she was surprised to find the magic that Rienta gave her quite good.

The "magic of eating whatever you want without gaining weight" is very simple to build.

As we approached the courtyard.

Serie, who is known as the 'Living Grimoire', has already read through the Grimoire and learned this magic.

Rienta, carrying large and small bags, pushed open the courtyard gate.

Frieren was still sitting under the maple tree reading.

Stark is doing high-intensity training in a corner of the yard.

He was covered in sweat, which showed that he had started training as soon as he and Serie left the house.

Fern wasn't there, but there was noise coming from the kitchen.

It looks like they're preparing lunch.

After placing the items that Serie had bought in her room, Rienta turned and went into the kitchen.

Under the maple tree.

Serie, who had been watching Rienta's every move, silently poured herself a cup of tea, took a sip, and said softly:

"Frieren, your disciple is quite good."

Frieren frowned and looked at Serie, "Rienta is my disciple."

Serie chuckled lightly, teasingly saying, "He's still First-Class Mage of the Continental Magic Association."

"I am the president of the Continental Magic Association, which means that Rienta is also my subordinate."

Frieren glanced at Serie indifferently, then said nothing more.

Serie gave a soft snort and didn't continue to tease Frieren.

Inside the kitchen.

Rienta didn't hear the two elves arguing outside.

Together with Fern, they focused on preparing the ingredients for lunch.

Unlike last night.

This time, it was Fern explaining the precautions, Rienta was listening.

Just as Rienta was listening absentmindedly, Fern suddenly said:

"Rienta looks very happy."

"Ah?"

Rienta was taken aback and looked at Fern blankly.

Fern glanced at the doorway, then leaned closer to Rienta and whispered:

"Lady Serie looks so cute."

"That's true, especially... wait... no!"

Rienta nodded in agreement instinctively, then realized something was wrong.

His face flushed red, and he explained, "Fern, you've misunderstood!"

"It's because none of you wanted to go out, so I... no..."

Seeing Rienta's expression, Fern didn't press the matter further.

Quietly handling the ingredients in her hands, as if she hadn't just asked the question, she continued to explain the precautions for making mushroom soup as if nothing had happened.