05

I have actually seen it, but that was a few years ago.

"Is that so? Even maids, it turns out, are not a rare thing in another world."

She looked a bit disappointed as she stuffed the cube back into her pants pocket and sat back down on the sofa.

"No no no, that's not it. It's actually a very rare thing, I was just lucky to have seen it." I quickly explained.

"When I came here, I originally planned to sell my phone and exchange it for money here, but then I realized it wasn't necessary at all. My journey here was like that of a European."

"What do you mean by 'like a European'...?"

I indicated that I couldn't understand. Indeed, there may be some communication problems due to cultural differences. This is something I need to overcome.

"I mean it's a way to describe that I was lucky. When I said I wanted a villa, your queen actually gave me one. When I said I wanted a beautiful girl with white hair, you appeared in front of me."

"Because you are the hero we have placed hope in. If I may ask, why did you specifically ask for a beautiful girl with white hair?"

"I was just teasing her."

I looked at her profile, and she even stuck out her tongue.

"I didn't expect her to actually find out. Are there really girls in this world with white hair?"

"Don't underestimate a country's search ability. " I replied with a smile, thinking that my hair color is indeed very rare. Luckily, Triste knows me, otherwise she might really have found a beautiful girl to dye her hair white and impersonate me.

Then she turned her gaze towards me, her face serious, and I felt a strange nervousness.

"Are you my maid? Can I boss you around?"

I was slightly taken aback by the word "boss around," feeling slightly strange. I quickly answered her, "Of course... you can."

Maybe because I have a refined demeanor, playing the role of a maid wouldn't be too out of place, right?

"Then make some food for me." She said in a soft voice. "Actually, I've been eating grapes these past few days."

"Eating grapes...?"

Right, I remembered.

The estate has several acres of vineyards used to make wine.

But eating just grapes wouldn't be enough to fill one's stomach. The moment I thought about how the hero had dismissed all the servants to hide herself and ended up starving, my sympathy overflowed.

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen right now and make something for you."

I promised her, luckily I know a little bit about cooking, otherwise this maid job wouldn't be suitable for me. It seems Triste considered all aspects and thought I was capable enough?

"I'll come too."

The hero suddenly jumped up from the sofa.

"I want to eat some ingredients that I didn't have in my original world."

I didn't know what ingredients her world didn't have, so it would be best to let her choose in the kitchen. I just hope I can make it well.

Because the house is quite large, it took about ten minutes for me to lead her from the living room to the kitchen. When I opened the kitchen door, I saw a variety of ingredients, which was only natural for a royal kitchen of this scale.

She frowned and asked me, "How did you find the kitchen so quickly? I spent two days looking for it and couldn't find it."

"Because... I interned here for a while before."

I told a lie, I couldn't tell her that the queen used to invite me over to play often, so we were familiar with each other...

I felt ashamed, how did I become a person who loves to lie? Is it because my gender itself is a lie?

To cover up my subtle embarrassment after lying, I changed the subject and pointed around, "The vegetables and grains are placed here, while the meat is stored in the cellar below. By the way, do you like fish? You can go outside to the lake and go fishing."

"Do you have salmon?"

"Ah...? What's that?"

"Forget it then, just make something that can be eaten quickly." She said.

"Alright." I pointed to a round pumpkin. "Do you have this in your world?"

"It's everywhere, during festive seasons they would even hollow them out and make them into lanterns."

"...I see."

I was worried, what exactly does her world not have?

Just at that moment, she brought over a bowl of green, peculiar-shaped beans and asked me, "What is this?"

"Goblin beans." I answered her, unexpectedly her eyes lit up with excitement."Let's eat it!"

"Huh? You mean your original world didn't have this?" I took the bowl from her hands and asked.

"No, neither goblins nor goblin beans existed in my world."

I found it quite unbelievable that something so ordinary didn't exist in her original world.

She continued to ask, "What are goblins like in your world? Are they notorious for their pillaging and attacks, even kidnapping girls for breeding?"

"Well... in the capital of the Holy Flame Kingdom where we're from, it's quite safe. Goblins might only be found in more remote areas..."

Hearing about breeding tools and such... I couldn't help but blush.

Actually, what she mentioned had been confirmed by a sister of mine before. It was said that goblins were in heat all year round, and the abduction of girls often occurred in the remote areas, causing headaches for adventurers.

But even if I were captured by a goblin, being a boy, they would have no use for me.

Goblins may be guilty, but goblin beans are innocent. They were only given such a name because they grew a bit ugly.

I activated the Flame Magic Crystal, started the fire, and poured a little olive oil into the frying pan. After preheating, I poured the goblin beans in.

"You don't need to put too much oil. Goblin beans will release their own oil when they encounter high heat, and they will become very fragrant after frying."

"Ah, I see."

The hero stood by my side throughout the cooking process, watching me.

After all, I'm not a great chef, and I started to feel a bit embarrassed.

Afterward—

In the royal restaurant, at the end of the long table that could accommodate fifty people, I poured her a glass of wine.

In addition to the fried goblin beans, I also prepared bread and cheese for her.

How about that? As a maid, am I competent enough?

Then, she suddenly said to me, "You don't need to stand, sit down and eat with me?"

Huh? I was slightly surprised and couldn't react for a moment.

"Sit, you don't have to worry about etiquette because it's my command."

If I put myself in the role of a maid, I would find this master approachable, right?

I watched as she picked up a goblin bean and put it in her mouth.

"Not bad! It actually tastes like cashew nuts, so amazing. By the way, try what you made as well." She said, and put half of it on my plate.

Silently, I watched her enjoy the food I made with my own hands, feeling satisfied.

The happiest thing about cooking for others is to watch them finish everything and heap praise upon it!