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“We will now take a break to eat before we move on to the celebration.”

Archbishop Chris, who acted as host, chose the perfect moment for the break.

Speaking of hosts, the man who acted as commentator back when I participated in the fighting tournament (and who later became part of the upper echelon of my fan-club) was also present at the venue, but it looked like he was invited as a normal guest and wouldn’t act as commentator. Though he’d apparently do a performance during the celebration later.

“For that, I’d ask you all to please stay seated where you are. We will now serve the first course… cooked by Alim Nariwei.”

The moment my name was mentioned, the guests grew noisy. The atmosphere came to a boil.

“Squee~!”
“No way~~!”
“Alim’s home cooking!!”
“Woo-hoo~!!”

Even those who looked calm and collected were caught up in the mood.
Hah… to excite people to such an extent… what a bad girl I am. Heh-heh.

“The bride and groom will also come back when the food is served, so please use this time to pay them your regards,” Chris announced amidst the uproar that still hadn’t abated.

To think people were this excited about my cooking… even those who had never tasted it. It being made by me was probably enough for them.
Just you wait, it’s so tasty, it will make your jaws drop!

Shortly later, Uruto and Parasuna, who now both shared the family name “Lastman” entered arm in arm.
Hang on, wouldn’t it be Lastwoman for her…? Well, that doesn’t matter now.

She had taken off her gloves and the parts of the dress that might get in the way while eating, and seemed ready to devour the food.

Once both of them were seated, the doors to the venue opened and a great number of church sisters hauled in carts with appetizers for everyone. On that note, hidden among these women, there were several androids created by me. There weren’t enough people for the number of guests, so it had to be done.

“Ahem, I’d like to thank give my deepest gratitude to everyone for attending our wedding today.”

Uruto started speaking. Incidentally, he would only use this overly formal style of speaking at the start. That was at my instruction.

“At our chef’s behest, I will cut this part short without spending too much time on flowery words and merely tell you to enjoy the food. Let us eat.”

Normally, you’d expect someone to complain that tradition should be followed, but there were no objections to Uruto’s suggestion, as everyone’s attention seemed glued to the food.

“You have the word, Archbishop…”
“Indeed. Let us give thanks to the gods for the meal in which we are to partake.”

Thus, the lunch consisting of several courses I cooked was distributed to everyone.
I think we gave it some fancy name on the menu, but I can’t remember it. Not like it matters as long as it gets eaten. Almost everything was made from ingredients I had on hand.

Everyone, including those from other countries, took the same prayer pose, said grace, and then elegantly speared their appetizers with their forks. They brought it to their mouths.

“Yeah, today’s meal is so good, it melts on the tongue. As usual.”
“Eh-heh-heh, thank you for saying that.”

Mika ate my cooking every day, so her reaction wasn’t that different. But what about the others?

“Oh my…”
“Wa-wa-wa…”
“Delicious! Truly delicious! I have never eaten anything this good!”
“I though I already experienced all the luxuries this world has to offer, but… this… this is heavenly.”

Woo-hoo! Rave reviews! Both nobles and foreign royalty are being awed and enchanted by the food.

Then, how are the reactions of people who weren’t born in the lap of luxury? Let’s take Mr. Lahand and his friends as an example…

“…”
“…”
“Amazin’, Alim… this stuff’s crazy!”

While Lahand managed to hold on to his sanity, both Margo and Gog seemed completely out of it. From an outside perspective, the food might look like a dangerous drug, but it absolutely wasn’t. On that note, it seemed the dishes I made had an addictive effect to them, causing people to become unable to stop eating them and developing a craving.

Quite dangerous.

So, I put in some measures to get rid of that effect. Now you could eat them without worry.

Everyone had wolfed down the appetizers. The soup, which was brought in next, also disappeared instantly, same for the beverages… the fish dish was also gone within seconds. We hadn’t even reached the main course yet, and everyone was fully focused on eating. It made me glad¹.

Then came the main dish. It was dragon steak (though not Golden Rose Queen Dragon). The moment it was carried in, several people looked as if they might faint, just from the smell. The church sisters now mostly relied on the androids. It had become impossible for them to work normally.

Someone started and ate a bite of the steak… It looked as if their consciousness was blown away. Well, they snapped out of it almost immediately. I didn’t anticipate it being enrapturing enough so they wouldn’t be able to eat the other dishes, but if it turned out that way, I could only apologize.

1. I guess all his research failed to teach him that eating in such a setting is also about socializing.

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