The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King Chapter 23

The Saint is a Ravenous Eater

The Demon King, the Maid, and the Saintess. Our rather strange journey continued like this.

Part way into our travels, we stopped near the side of the road in order to rest and set up camp.

We could have stopped at a roadside tavern, but we were trying to remain unnoticed. Things would become dangerous if someone found out that I was a Demon King.

That was one reason. And while staying at a tavern would have been splendid, I did not hate camping outdoors either.

We had anticipated that we would be doing this, and so the horses had been loaded with a tent and cooking tools.

In other words, I would be able to enjoy the outdoors cooking of Eve, the best maid in the world.

Of course, Eve had not only brought the tools, but also the ingredients.

There were thick slices of bacon from the Iberico region to the west.

Sweet cucumber and carrot pickles.

The bread had been baked to be extra hard, so as to last, but was delicious nonetheless.

I said as much to Eve.

“You flatter me.”

She replied modestly.

“It’s not flattery. And as proof…”

I looked towards the Saint, who was eating Eve’s food as if she were a starving orphan.

She grabbed the food and shoved it down her throat.

I asked her about it.

“I am the daughter of a farmer. I hate knives and forks.”

She said as she stuffed some fried eggs into her mouth.

“The bacon and eggs are impossibly delicious.”

“It’s nothing special. The eggs from Ashtaroth castle are known for their freshness. We have contracts with farmers to bring them in every morning.”

“Those tricky roadside inns will use old eggs. And so they cannot be half cooked. Being half cooked is proof of their freshness.”

She said with a smile, her mouth chewing furiously.

Eve watched her and seemed to be pleased.

She was a maid from birth and enjoyed serving people. Seeing her service bring smiles to others was even better.

And the Saint was incredibly hungry, so she asked for multiple servings.

I wondered where all of that food was even going.

It was odd, but there was nothing wrong with having a good appetite.

She was as strong as one hundred soldiers. If she could do the work of one hundred spears, then perhaps she should be allowed to eat the rations of one hundred soldiers.

And so I offered her some of my own bread.

When Jeanne saw this, her silent look of gratitude was almost overwhelming.

Over one piece of bread? I thought. But she explained.

“My family was incredibly poor. I and my brothers often fought for our share of the bread. I have never even considered the possibility of sharing. But I am glad.”

“I see. But, I am sure you must have eaten well once you started to serve the king of France?”

“When I was in the city. But I was usually on the battlefield. The food there was not great.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“I’ve been very surprised by what I’ve seen since coming to the Demon Castle. All of the food is so delicious. And I never would have dreamed that I would be able to eat like this while traveling.”

“I consider myself a food enthusiast.”

I once studied this country known as Japan.

This place had its share of workaholics, but at least, their food was very good. Historically speaking, the food culture would rank among the best in that world.

I recalled that I had once come across something called ‘raw egg on rice.’

It was a simple bowl of rice with a raw egg and soy sauce on it.

As I said before, the eggs had to be fresh and well managed, or it would cause you to become ill.

At worst, it could even lead to death, so there was a degree of risk to enjoying it.

I once had Eve make it for me when we acquired some rice. And it was indeed quite delicious.

I told Jeanne about this, and she furrowed her eyebrows.

People from the west generally did not like the idea of raw eggs.

Of course, it was also strange for me to pick sides in this battle of eggs since I was also from another world.

I laughed about it, but Eve replied with a serious expression.

“Perhaps you lived in Japan in the life before your past life.”

I had no idea if she was being serious.

Of course, I did not think that was the case at all. But it was an easy way to explain my fondness for certain customs.

After that, we entered the tent.

It was time to sleep.

There was only one tent, so we all had to sleep alongside each other.

Having two beautiful women next to me might have made me anxious on a different day, but I was awfully tired from traveling.

And so I fell asleep in just a few minutes.

—In the middle of the night, Jeanne must have been dreaming of eating food, because she bit hard into my arm.

As for Eve, she mumbled in her sleep. “Very good, master. Splendid…”

I told them of this the next morning, but neither of them remembered it.