In the Chaldea cafeteria, a girl with brown skin was making confused sounds.
Her body has an enviable [healthy] beauty. Under the slender limbs, muscles and fat are almost perfectly combined. The body does not appear too weak, the muscles do not appear particularly abrupt, and the skin is smooth and light.
Among the brown colors, white lines decorate it, just like the coat of arms of an ancient tribe.
The short white hair is hidden in the pure white veil. If you are not careful, you can't tell it apart. She is wearing a white tube top, and the white fabric wraps her body like a school swimsuit, hiding her flat but strong belly. Her hands.
Accompanied by white arm guards, black fabric on the calf, which should be leggings, and smooth feet in boat-shaped shoes.
No matter how you look at it, it looks beautiful.
Now, this beautiful girl is sitting in the Chaldean cafeteria with a knife and fork in her hands, with a turkey defrosted in a microwave on the plate in front of her.
Of course, because it is a quick-frozen turkey and defrosted in a microwave, the taste will definitely be full of cheapness. However, the taste is still worthy of recognition. After all, it is too difficult to put a label on it and sell it in stores.
If you eat it, no one will buy it.
"It's so civilized! It must be very civilized."
Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled, picked up the knife and fork from her side, and helped her cut a piece of chicken breast.
For nomadic people like the Huns, turkey must be eaten frequently, but for some reason, the girl named Atila, who calls herself the King of the Huns, does not seem to be very familiar with this.
Putting it into his mouth and chewing it twice, Atila finally relaxed his brows a little: "It's delicious. Turkey is a good civilization."
Seeing her say this, Fujimaru Ritsuka smiled, and just as he was about to speak, Miss Jamyere, who was sitting opposite, smiled, her tolerant flaxen curly hair trembling slightly, her sister-like mature charm clearly displayed.
"Pudding is also very civilized."
She pushed the pudding in front of her with the back of her hand.
Holding her head with one hand, she looked forward to the reaction of the girl in front of her after eating the pudding.
"Well...civilized?"
Sure enough, at the mention of this word, Attila's eyes shifted here, and she cut the pudding with a table knife still stained with turkey juice.
By the way, for some reason, this table knife has begun to faintly emit three colors of light, just like the rainbow sword she has been using.
Cutting off a small piece of pudding, she seemed to be full of curiosity about this soft and trembling egg-yellow food. Sticking out her pink tongue, the girl carefully licked it, carefully savoring the contact between the soft egg-yellow gel and the tongue.
Afterwards, the girl's eyes suddenly lit up after feeling the smooth touch!
"Well! Pudding is so civilized!"
Seeing the innocent girl smile, Fujimaru Ritsuka and Jamuer's smiles became softer.
How should I put it? Although I don’t know why it happened like this, Fujimaru Ritsuka discovered that the girl named Attila he summoned was actually a very pure person.
The Attila who was at the singularity point and called him whenever they disagreed seemed to be another person.
She likes to use [good, bad] plus [civilization] to judge something.
Just like a newborn, in this way, she is gradually remembering and understanding the world.
That innocent expression suddenly penetrated Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart.
That pure look, no matter how you look at it, looks like a [little pet]!
Although the overly pure girl has a strong sense of fighting and a strong fighting ability, she is completely incompetent in matters other than fighting.
Fujimaru Ritsuka originally thought that she was the kind of machine who was stubborn and refused to accept that she was a sentient creature - after all, this kind of character is quite common in Japanese animation - but Attila's situation was different.
Likewise, she is the kind of person who only understands what fighting is, and is as pure as a blank slate in other aspects.
Now, Fujimaru Ritsuka seems to be drawing on this white paper.
In general understanding, women are always more caring and compassionate than men, and they like pets and cute creatures. Feeding Attila reminded Fujimaru Ritsuka of the hamster he once raised.
By the way, she started raising hamsters because of an animation called "Hamtaro". Although real hamsters are not as cute as Hamtaro, they are enough!
In this way, she is indeed a very contradictory girl. She hates mice and will scream when she sees them, but she is fine with hamsters and will even happily feed them.
Recommending food to Attila gave her a particularly fun sense of accomplishment.
Mashu raised his head from the ramen in front of him and sucked the noodles into his mouth helplessly. After swallowing, he reminded his senior: "Senior, it's almost time, you have to hurry up and eat."
Throughout noon, Fujimaru Ritsuka was feeding Attila various kinds of food and observing her reaction. He hadn't eaten much of his food yet. Mashu was originally worried that this woman who had been enemies with everyone in Rome would
It would hurt my seniors, so I asked for my deskmate, but in the end I was of no use at all.
Attila did not show the overt aggression shown in the singularity.
Rather, her reaction was very tame.
Matthew thought so.
Miss Martha next to her also felt the same way. She was originally worried that this servant would be harmful to the Master, but she found that there was no need to worry at all.
Martha finished her portion early. As a farmer's daughter, she always found time to do housework and help with farm work, but she didn't waste much time on eating. Even if she took the time to make a pre-dinner meal
He prayed and still finished the meal much faster than Matthew.
After listening to Mashu's words, Fujimaru Ritsuka nodded and quickly turned his attention to his meal: it was a very Japanese dish, called sashimi. After dipping the thinly sliced fish into the sauce,
of cuisine.
Although she had not been in Chaldea for a long time, she had gone through so many battles that she felt a little homesick. Isn't there a saying about eating some hometown food? She doesn't want to go home after eating.
Adding the green mustard paste to a small plate full of soy sauce, Fujimaru Ritsuka picked up a piece of plump tuna - in Japanese restaurants, this is considered a very high-end ingredient, Fujimaru Ritsuka only eats it in his own family
I only occasionally eat tuna when having dinner together.
"Master...what is that?"
Atila stared at the small tube filled with mustard in her hand and asked curiously.
"Ah? This is mustard."
"Mustard...is it a good civilization or a bad civilization?"
She asked a question that was difficult to answer.
For Japanese people who like to eat raw fish, wasabi is an indispensable seasoning, which can sterilize and detoxify, and can also stimulate appetite.
Of course, for those who are not used to it, the smell is too strong and spicy.
"It's so civilized."
Fujimaru Ritsuka gave a clear answer.
Adila nodded thoughtfully, reached for the mustard tube in her hand, and curiously squeezed it into her mouth...
Based on the previous questions and answers, Attila himself roughly understood the process: if he asked whether it was a good civilization or a bad civilization, the other party would give an answer, and then he would have to eat it to judge whether it was a good civilization or not.
so……
When Atila's eyes were filled with tears, her cheeks were red, the corners of her mouth were twitching, and her nose could not stop running, she shouted her conclusion:
"Mustard is a bad civilization! Destroy it!"
"Wow! Don't suddenly swing the rainbow sword around in the cafeteria! No, weren't you holding a knife in your hand just now?! Matthew!!"
"Wow! Senior, come behind me! Lord-chaldeas!!!"
Hmm... It seems that it will take a long time to judge what kind of civilization food is.