...it's surprisingly small.


　Tsutomu, who was called all the way to the guild leader's office the other day and was told by Camille what he had to do, had come in front of a slightly smaller house in the afternoon, although he was disappointed in the matter.

　When he and Camille had been working on PT before, the topic of cooking came up and Tsutomu said he would teach her how to make pot-au-feu in the course of the conversation. Tsutomu, who hadn't expected to be called to the guild leader's office all the way to prompt him about it, was somewhat distracted, but he couldn't say that he had forgotten about it, so he opened his schedule and came to Camille's house.

　When he pulled the string on the doorbell, it made a pretty loud noise. A little while later, Camille, dressed in plain clothes, opened the door and came out.


''Oh, hi.''
There you go. Come on, come on, come on in.


　Camille invites Tsutomu in, her long, relaxed red hair swinging in the wind. Tsutomu reluctantly greets her, and then goes to visit Camille's house. The house is a bit small, but the interior of the house seems to have been carefully decorated, and it has a cool, wood-centered atmosphere.

　Then Camille made eye contact with Tsutomu, who was lined up beside her, and she glared at him lightly as if she were looking at him in a censure.


''I hear Tsutomu has been getting into the golden research lately, don't you?
Come on in. I'm just giving you a little guidance.
'It's a female-dominated clan, isn't it?　Did you have a partner who was willing to do what Tutom wanted?
'No, no, to begin with, it seems most of the clan members there are Leon-san's fiancée.
Does that mean you had someone to look after?　Then why don't we loot it?
Neither, sir.


　The first thing that comes to mind is the fact that it's a very good idea to have a good time. Then Camille bored out of her gaze and invited Tsutomu into the kitchen.


This is the kitchen. Now then, sir. I'd like to ask you to teach me how to make pot-au-feu today.
Who is the teacher?
'I haven't had much time to learn things from anyone since I've been in this position. It brings back a lot of memories.


　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for when you're in the marketplace. It's not that Tsutomu doesn't know much about cooking, even though he knows how to make pot-au-feu. Since he lived alone, he was able to cook a little bit, but he avoided complicated things and only made simple and cheap dishes like pasta and curry.

　I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of these things, but I'm going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of these things, because I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of these things.


'Oh, this bacon. Are you making it by hand?
'It was a gift from Garum. He gave it to me when I contributed the leftover ingredients to the orphanage.
Oh, wow.


　Tsutomu borrowed some cooking utensils and prepared to chop the vegetables while Camille observed the bacon closely. Camille also placed the bacon neatly on the wooden cutting board and began to prepare it.


The way to cut it........well, it's appropriate. Any size that's easy to eat is fine.''
Okay.


　Carrots and onions. As Tsutomu began peeling the skins of potatoes and other vegetables, Camille also lined up next to him after binding her long red hair behind her with an elastic band. Tsutomu smelled a slightly subdued flowery scent, but he looked at Camille as she began to peel the skins off with her knife.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a lot more information on this in the future. The potatoes immediately turn white, and the onions are also hollowed out in a circle with the knife at the apex before starting to peel them.


''Then I'll just cut them into pieces that are easy to eat.
"You did.


　After that, they lined up and worked silently, and the vegetables and bacon were quickly processed. Tsutomu had Camille prepare a pot and filled it with oil, then threw in the colorless magic stone that was provided and lit the magic stove. Once the oil in the pot was warmed up, he threw in the bacon there, and after frying it lightly, he threw in the vegetables as well.


''Speaking of which, Tsutomu. Don't you do appraisals in the guild?''
'What?　Oh. Come to think of it, I've already lost two names, so it's all right now........ I forgot about it, didn't I?


　Tsutomu disliked the guild that was manned by insect seekers when he was carrying the two names of the lucky ones, and had them appraise the magical stones and other items at the shop outside the guild. But now that those two names are gone, he can use the guild's appraisal office without hesitation.


''Amy from the appraisal office is now able to put more effort into her work thanks to someone else, right?　You seem to be putting too many roots in the ground these days. I don't want to force you, but would you mind showing up and giving him a little face?
No, it's okay.


　I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about. I'm sure you'll be able to find a great deal more to say about it.


It's a good idea to leave it alone because it's precious that Amy is working hard at her job. We're all so worried about the opposite, we're not getting into our work.
How much did she skip work? Garum complained a lot, so I had some idea of what she was talking about.
'It's crazy enough that the guild staff was so worried that they almost arranged for a doctor to be brought to the guild.
'Really, how much of a slacker have you been, Amy.......'
He doesn't like to be cared for, though. Chuckle.


　Tsutomu said, but when Tsutomu saw that the oil was all over the ingredients, he added enough water to cover the ingredients, then took out the liquid consommé and spooned it into the pot.


'What's this?'
Consomme is a condiment. It is bought from the cook at the inn where I am staying. I heard that you can make it yourself, but I don't recommend it because you have to stay with them for half a day to make it.
Oh. Can I get a taste?
Come in.
Uh-oh.


　Camille opens her mouth to him after looking at Tsutomu's spoon.





　Chih, at Tsutomu's words, Camille was sullenly surprised. She dipped her fingers in the concentrated consommé and licked it off. Camille huffed and crossed her arms.


''This is similar to the clear soup from a famous restaurant near the single-digit area. I see.
Apparently it can be made by boiling some meat and vegetables. That's a little vague. Oh, I'll give you this one. I can buy it again anyway.
Okay. Thank goodness. I'll give my daughter something to eat today.


　As Camille looked into the simmering pot, Camille imagined her daughter eating pot-au-feu, and unbeknownst to her, she had a gentle smile on her face. Then Camille looked at Tsutomu as she remembered.


'Oh, I forgot to mention that my daughter wanted to see Tsutomu. It's just that my daughter is coming home at night, so if you'd like, you can meet her for dinner?
'What?　Your daughter?
Please.
Okay.


　Seeing Camille's pleading eyes, Tsutomu was caught off guard, but nodded after some thought. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about.

　Then he tasted it a few times, seasoned it with consommé and salt and pepper, simmered it a bit, and the pot-au-feu was done. After that, Tsutomu handed a note with the recipe and ingredients to Camille, and then the two of them chatted even as they ate the pot-au-feu.


　--▽▽▽--


　After that, since he was free until the evening, Tsutomu was taken by Camille to go out and join her in her shopping. I'm sure Tsutomu, who usually only goes out to dungeon-related shops, had a lot of fun shopping with her.


I'll brag to Amy about it next time. Kukkaku.
Please don't do that. They'll come after you for sure, asking for expensive things.
I'm sure. Be assured. I'll keep it a secret. Shall we go home?


　Camille, who had been bought a hair elastic by Tsutomu, happily used it to tuck her long red hair into a bun and frequently touched it with her hand, laughing at it. It was getting dark, so they went home quickly.

　When they returned to Camille's house, the house was already lit. When Camille unlocked the door and went into the living room, she found a young girl with red hair who was warming up a pot-au-feu left over from lunch and grabbing a bite to eat. It's a good thing that you're able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.

　The girl's eyes widened in surprise when she saw the two who had returned home.


''Ah?　What is it? Is this the new guy?
Hey, you're being rude. He's the one you wanted to see.


　Camille's daughter, Amira, who responded with wild words, narrowed her eyes to observe Tsutomu's face as she gazed at him. Then, as she remembered, she put down the fork she was holding with a clunk.


'It's you!　The white mage who slayed the fire dragon!　My Bubba--he said he and my mom and Garm and the three of us beat him!


　Amira, who received Camille's murderous gaze, turned her glittering gaze on Tsutomu while changing her words on the way. She stood up and approached Tsutomu, and took his hand.


'You wanted to invite me to our clan!　Come to my house!
'You don't always listen to me, but you've been asking a lot of me, so I'm guessing what it is, you're recruiting for the clan. I'm sorry to say, but I hear that Tsutomu is forming his own clan.
'What the hell!　You haven't made the Clan yet!　Then come to me!　I'm gonna make it easy for you, okay?
Haha. I'm sorry. I really need to make my own.
Huh. Yeah, well. So, that's a competitor then.


　Amira heard Tsutomu's words and gave up, she removed her hand and turned a grin towards Tsutomu. Then, having lost interest, she returned to her seat and began to eat the pot-au-feu in silence as she stabbed the potatoes with her fork and crunched them into her mouth.


'I'm sorry for being so rude and cocky, Tsutomu.
No, I'm fine.
'Amira is like me, for better or worse. She was worse when I was younger, so even that was still better.
It's worse than that...


　Like a man in a tavern, opening his legs like a man in a bar, slurping and drinking cold water, kaaah!　Amira exclaimed. What do you mean it's worse than that, Tsutomu inwardly prodded, but stared at the pot that was completely empty.


I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this. You have eaten the whole thing. You have the same appetite as always.''
It's mutual. Don't act like a pussy in front of a man.
Come on, Amira. You talk too much.


　While saying that, Camille, who wasn't really that angry, took the pot to the kitchen as if to say it couldn't be helped.


I'm sorry, Tsutomu. Can you cook with me again?
Yeah. Good.
Come on, man.
Amira!


　Camille raised the wooden ladle and Amira fluttered her hands and lay down on the couch in a heap. 'Totally,' said Camille, putting her hands on her hips and letting out a sigh as if she'd given up.


''Well she's usually like that, but Amira is strong. She's a great swordsman like me, but she has more talent than me. I mastered dragonization when I was thirteen. She's much faster than me.
Really?
''Two months after I founded my own clan, I'm already at the forty level. Truly, I've become one hell of a girl.


　The tone of his voice was accusing of Amira, but his face was smiling. For what it's worth, Amira seems to be Camille's pride and joy.

　Tsutomu pondered a bit while Camille continued to talk about her daughter's bragging rights afterwards.


(...at least Amira is thirteen? Assuming that she gave birth to Amira-san when she was twenty years old, Camille-san is three--)
"Tutum?


　Tsutomu was trying to figure out how old Camille was while giving Camille an appropriate counterpoint to her story. Camille looked at him as if she were peering at him next to her while she took out a knife to cut vegetables.

　Eyes like carnivorous beasts of prey. As Tsutomu froze involuntarily under her gaze, Camille gave him a horrified, charming, and mysterious smile.


''What's wrong?''
Nothing, sir, just get to work.
Yeah. Sorry to keep you company.


　Tsutomu nodded quickly to Camille, who used the knife to cut the vegetables on the cutting board in half, with a quick nod of his head.