“Since you’ve been a good boy, Ray-Ray. I’ll cook.”

“…No thank you. I’ll have my rations.”

“SO RUDE! AND I FINALLY FOUND AN APRON THAT MATCHES MY EYES!”

Palace of Versailles. It was a royal structure located close to the capital of France, Paris. It was built and has housed the many royal familes that have led the ancient Kingdom of France, through the days of King Louis the XIV, through even the blazes of the French Revolution. Now, it was considered one of the major strongholds that held France together during the era of the First Great War. Imperial German Forces are aiming to stake claim to this keep, in order to gain influence over all of France. In order to prevent their conquest, the Allies have cordoned them off from conducting a major offensive.

That still didn't stop some planes and heavy artillery platoons to slip through some loophole in the defensive line, and formed a seige against the Palace itself. Now, Allied garrisons of mixed French and British-Canadian Forces were held up in the palace, along with some civilians and refugees that barely made it out of the streets showered by mortars and artillery shells. Rations were running low, and the nearest relief force will take five more days before they could turn back and break the German seige.

"...Sleipnir. Something's burning."

"Nonsense. That's the natural scent of Salem Specialty Pumpkin pie. It's the recipe of my great, great, great, great, great grandmother. You should be grateful, this is a secret recipe handed down my family line. Fu-fu-fu."

"... Seriously. It's turning black."

"SON OF A B*TCH, I STILL CAN'T CONTROL REGULAR GAS HEAT!"

It was up to the many division in the military and civilian population to reorganize their food distribution and ration their supplies to feed over 500 soldiers and 200 civilian/refugees, before the Alllies break through enemy blockade to resupplied.

Within that military division, there were magicians. Members of the Canadian Witch Corp, Austrialian Sorceress Unit, the British Magic Division, and even the French Paladins of the St. Joan Church. Believe it or not, these magic-only war combatants were all girls. And a good 90% of them were smart and talented cooks. They know how to conserve the right ingredients over along periods of time, perversing critical meats and vegetables in areas of the palace refuge that lost electricity to refridgerate them, and figure out a way to use little resources to feed over 500 soldiers and 200 civilians.

The legend of feeding 3000 people with only three loaves and two fishes was the basis of their strategy. The first five days after Palace of Versailles was re-captured from the Imperial German, they had successfully preserved 1/3 of the overall food provisions without compromising nutrition, meal size, or taste. God Bless the Witch Corps.

“I’m very confident in my ability to cook. Even my Potion Master saidI was talented in making a Love Potion with only an Eye of Newt and the Hair of a Chaste Unicorn.”

“…I’m going home.”

“At-at least tasted this Omellete Rice before you judge me! I worked very hard to make it exactly like how those Priestess in the Eastern Oriental Island could pull off!”

In the kitchen of a restaurant turned military cafeteria, there were particular two members of the Allied Forces who present the arcane and the non arcane. The Non Arcane was a Pilot from Canada, serving the Royal Naval Air Service (now Royal Air Force) and was the commanding officer of the No 10 Naval Squadron (callsign: Black Flight). He was also recognized as the Ace among Aces, being close ranked to the Billy Bishop of the British Air Fleet and the notorious German Red Baron.

His name was Raymond Collishaw born and raised from a small town in Vancouver Island, British Columbia. Now, it’s not very clear whether or not he liked or hate carrots, for now, he was frowning when his partner, a member of the Canadian Witch Corp, offered a spoon of questionable rice… or… whatever it was she was offering.

“Now, be like a good husband-doting-over-his-super-cute-housewife and say Aaaaahn.”

“…Sleipnir. I need to fly tomorrow to escort the supply convoy from German interceptors. I can’t be stuck to the toilet all day.”

“Are you comparing my cooking to laxatives?”

“…Now that you mention it, it could help with some medical assistance at the local hospital right next to the Palace.”

“Ray-Ray. If you weren’t a handsome man, I would f**king slap you.”

The Canadian Witch stuck out like a sore thumb. She was someone who would wear a showy dress made out of 1000 raven feathers. Totally not foodsafe regulations. Not to mention, she doesn’t tie her long black shiny hair back in a chef-style ponytail (or side-tail for those who have... certain likings). There were time where Raymond Collishaw swore she would dipped her illustrious hair in some por of tomatoe sauce when she was looking for garlic powder in the shelf. Girl's hair or not, it still wasn't sanitary.

“I grew up on corn and rye bread. So relying on cheap rations is already good enough for me. if I change my diet now, I worry I’ll get stomach cramps from adjusting to foreign materials I will be ingesting.”

“D-don’t make my food and excellent culinary skills sound like food you don’t want to eat in another country. I keep telling you, sliced raw fish on rice mixed with vinegar is a legitmate dish in the island nation in the east! And don’t the Chinese like food like Pigs Blood or Chicken Feet! I’m serious when I say this French Onion Soup is an original recipe i found in the castle kitchen! Why won't you believe me!?”

“I appreciate your dedication to the culinary art, and providing a hand among the other 250 Witches supporting the war front with their cooking skills... But, I don’t want high command mistaken a mass food poisoning for a mustard gas attack.”

“Th-that was a complete and unintentional accident! I-I only said I spilled the mustard powder, not gas! And people freaked out! Wh-what’s so frighten about mustard!? Don’t the people in America put it on everything they eat?”

“Mustard Sauce and Mustard Gas are two totally different thinks that have their own recognizable human reactions. And don't give the American soldiers such depressing labels, they already hate their situation in being dragged so late into this senseless war."

“Speaking of which, why did those U.S. marines give me a sour look when I gave them English Muffins this morning? I used the original recipe without deviation, so why did they scowl at me like I gave them a lousy tip at a bar?”

“…Maybe it’s because the Marines were born from the hatred of the English Flag during the war of 1812. That, or they prefer hamburgers and processed cheese over any meal.”

“Now who was talking about putting a depressing label on people again?"

So in the end, they didn’t have the Witch’s cooking, neither did they suffice with rations (save those for dinner). They spent the evening eating on Cup Noodles.

“…You… say this is from the future?”

“It’s a Forbidden Spell, where we transport items from the future. Something like this could put us in a trial worst than the ones in Salem's history. But honestly the only time I would ever use all of my Spell Points to summon cr*p from the future is something that’s delicious and fills the stomach. Ah, five minutes is over! Don’t mind if I do. Sluuuuurp. Hmmm! I can’t wait for 1958 Japan! Sluuuuurp!!”

“………Right.”

Obviously, Raymond Collishaw did not actually eat any Cup Noodles in the First World War. That would be a silly historical fact.