Man of the world.

Previous chapter synopsis: I escaped from the old lady.

As the petals of the Canaria Camellia turned to smoke, the center was left behind.

This seems to be the dropped item.

“A flower? This is the item?”

“Oh.”

As Sherry says, [a.n.a.lyze] confirms that it’s Camellia oil.

It probably won’t be easy to squeeze it.

“Umm. It’s high quality cooking oil. It’s quite delicious.”

“Really?”

Sherry’s tone is strange, so I asked again.

Intuition.

“…umm.”

“You can use it to maintain furniture. It increases the gloss and depth of the colour.”

Rutina lets me know in Sherry’s place.

You can use it like that too?

“Well.”

“Oh. Umm…”

Sherry and Rutina have a disagreement.

“Camellia oil is a necessity for n.o.bles. It is sometimes called 『Maid’s taste』. It was a maid who taught me about it. The maids serving the Earl of Selmar said it was proper to use it.”

Rutina explained the reason.

I fall silent and consider the difference.

Maybe there’s something else for her to have some anxiety about.

That must be right.

I give Sherry a nod.

“Unn.”

“Un?”

“Fine, I’ll say it, but I don’t think it’s a good idea. Camellia oil is good on the body. It can be rubbed into the skin and hair to give it more s.h.i.+ne and tension.”

There’s a usage like that too.

I’m not really worried about caring for my skin.

“We’ll probably be beautiful, we should all use it.”

It’s already been proposed?

“When you use it for a ma.s.sage, it has the effect of improving blood circulation and relieving fatigue. It’s called 『Maid’s taste』 because the maid will use it on her own body, and use it to ma.s.sage the master of the house.”

I watch Sherry’s expression as she informs us, and everything becomes understood.

For the ma.s.sage, you would have to rub, and rub, and rub, and touch skin directly.

The maid.

With her body slimey with oil.

“So, that’s how it was.”

It seems Rutina didn’t know that much.

He was doing it with the maids.

Of course he’d have maids using 『Maid’s taste』 to give him some personal grooming.

What was the maid thinking that taught it to Rutina?

It’s outrageous.

It’s really outrageous.

He’d be laying there all stretched out…

Knowing this, I won’t make the same mistake.

I understand why Sherry was hesitating as well.

I’ll do it.

I really want to do it.

“Shall we collect Camellia oil for today?”

I confirm it with everyone.

Of course, there is no objection.

Any rebels would be punished.

I need to pick the bud of rebellion ahead of time.

“Yes. We’ll hunt the boss.”

“…yes.”

Roxanne’s face said that it was natural, Sherry gave a nod as well.

I have a feeling that Roxanne misunderstood something, but that doesn’t matter.

“Yes, desu.”

“I’m already accustomed to it.”

Miria, Vesta and Rutina all nod.

I’m relieved.

Everything is fine.

I’m not sure if Miria and Vesta followed the conversation.

Rutina understands because her father’s hidden activities just came to light, but she doesn’t seem to be worried about it.

“High level cooking oil. I think frying fish with Camellia oil will be very delicious Miria.”

“Collect quickly, desu.”

Miria started heading towards the exit.

When she arrives at the exit, she stands with her feet apart and turns to us.

She’s quite impatient.

Her eyes are angry.

I’ve betrayed the will of my father, and murdered Yos.h.i.+tsune, then gotten angry at Yasus.h.i.+ Fujiwara who was going to lose Yoritomo.

Including me, everyone rushed over in a hurry.

I don’t think I’m the only one getting blamed.

It should be fine.

We left the boss room.

I’ll have to tell her off.

“We can’t do the deep-fried food today because it’s still too hot.”

In kabuki, when a strong character leaves through the pa.s.sage between the stage and the audience, they perform a six directional jump.

If you think of John Kay, you’d think of the ‘flying shuttle’. If you think of Ben Kei, you’d think of the six directional jump. It’s common history knowledge.

However, Miria can’t be expected to know all this.

“….I’ll do it, desu.”

“I’ll use… lemon, desu.”

Well.

Your favorite is obvious.

Lemon isn’t allowed to be added to the deep-fried food that a slave eats without permission from her master.

If that happened, a revolt would break out.

The enemy is in Honnoji Temple.

“That’s alright then.”

It might be good if Miria makes it.

Unless you’re right near the pot.

Well, that might be wishful thinking.

“The demon on the 35th floor is the Spice Spider.”

“I’ll defeat it, desu.”

Sherry tells us which demon it is, and Miria gets even more motivated.

“This way then.”

Roxanne leads the way as we enter the 35th floor.

You should always show this motivation.

It’s like having two Roxannes.

We keep pressing forward, and Roxanne and Miria find a single Spice Spider to compete against.

There’s only one spider, so I don’t use area attack magic.

I don’t even need to use magic, Miria petrifies the spider straight away.

Does it?

The probability wouldn’t change, but the frequency of her attacks might, so motivation may have contributed a bit.

“As expected of Miria.”

“Yes, desu.”

I’ll give praise for now.

It’s not enough to see the strength of a Lv35 Spice Spider though.

I always ask Roxanne to find a place with a low number of demons, maybe that’s useless?

My idea isn’t originally wrong.

As the floors go up it becomes unusual to find a single monster first.

It’s just one by chance, the next one probably won’t be like that.

Even though we didn’t get a grasp of the strength of the demons, we return to the 34th floor.

We’ll go back again after finis.h.i.+ng with the boss.

After repeating the 34th floor boss, we checked the 35th floor.

Miria’s face has a very pleased expression when we leave to do shopping.

She’s walking cheerfully at the front.

“We’ll leave breakfast to Miria.”

“I agree.”

Roxanne gives her vote.

Also, there would be a revolt if I said we couldn’t have it.

“Loave it to me, desu.”

“Leave it, desu.”

I finish the shopping while teaching Miria some Brahim, and return to the house.

I always have a stock of White fish in my item box.

Because of someone.

“What do we do with the old oil?”

I asked Sherry.

So far I’ve just been taking oil out of the pan for stir-frying, and adding oil to the pan for deep-frying.

All the current remaining oil will be thrown away because we are switching the oil to Camellia oil this time.

Even if there isn’t any thought of environmental damage in this world, it still would be bad to carry waste oil to the river.

“It would be a waste. If we can get beeswax, we can make candles I think.”

“Oh, we can do that?”

Even though I thought it was waste, it can be used.

We can make candles?

“I’m not certain, I’ve never tried.”

“We can try, and if it doesn’t go well we can ask around about it.”

We don’t have any Beeswax in stock.

We’ll get some later.

“Ok, we’ll put the oil into a jar.”

“I’m going to go out for a little while, I’ll be back soon so please prepare the breakfast.”

Since the kitchen is going to get hot, I decide to run away.

Now is a good time.

It’s a good strategy.

Escaping the heat, and Gozer, is really useful.

It’s the plan of a man of the world.

It’s possible Gozer is still having breakfast since it’s earlier than normal.

I appear in the lobby with a slightly apologetic face.

“I think he might be in the office.”

The person from the Knight’s Order easily lets me through.

As expected, I am a man of the world.

It’s too early to eat.

Eating early lets you start your day early, and gives you a head start.

Do the maids working for the Duke prepare his food as well?

It wouldn’t surprise me.

“Enter.”

“Oh, it’s Michio? You’ve come again.”

After knocking on the office door, the Duke invites me in.

It’s common to knock, but wouldn’t you ask who it is before inviting them in?

There’s the possibility of uninvited guests.

We skip that process, and it’s just “Enter.”.

Well, this sort of thing just seems to be in the Duke’s nature.

“Yes. Gozer wanted to see me about something?”

I lightly greet the Duke, and then turn to face Gozer.

A suspicious person wouldn’t knock on the office door.

It’s safe to invite someone in, even if you don’t know who it is.

I shouldn’t doubt it.

I don’t need to doubt.

The SP of the Duke are quite excellent. (TN: Probably Special Police.)

He is a man of the world.

“Oh, sorry. It wasn’t anything you really needed to hurry for.”

“It’s about the business in Palmasque. When we’ve found some Adventurers for it, could you possibly take them to Palmasque?”

I didn’t need to rush?

Why did you need to speak to me about it already?

Because the Duke envied me after I escaped the granny, he needed to be appeased.

I guess it doesn’t matter either way.

Should I say that I understand the Duke’s hards.h.i.+ps well?

As expected, I am a man of the world.