The Four Idiots' Cooking Booth
Karl, who had become the head of the cooking booth by chance, was still enthusiastic despite everything.
After quickly handling the Four Idiots, he decided on the menu and planned everything out perfectly.
Whether it was from his military experience or something he naturally possessed.
Anyway, with his organizational skills, the cooking booth was perfectly prepared.
Yeah. Up to the preparation, at least.
“Wait a second, something urgent came up. I need a favor.”
It was almost opening time. The real sales were right around the corner.
Karl suddenly assigned a major task to Selena and disappeared into the crowd.
“…”
He had agreed to do his favor later, so he left it to her for now.
But whether he could actually do what Karl thought and wanted, Selena wasn't sure.
Thinking that, Selena returned to the cooking booth.
To be honest, it was a burden. And uncomfortable.
After all, Karl had asked for help. He did come to help.
But, of all people, it was the Four Idiots. All the ones she had rejected confessions from.
When Karl was there, it was less awkward. Because Karl was there.
But now that Karl had disappeared and she was left alone, it made her feel uneasy for no reason.
It seemed like the confession lines she had forgotten days ago were coming back to her.
What to do. Now that they're here, I can't just approach them first.
I wanted to say something, but I was worried that if they got uncomfortable, what would happen.
Right now, they're just bickering among themselves while I'm standing here.
Clearly, those four male students would be uncomfortable with me because of this—
“No, wait. Keep the portions right. Idiot.”
“Portions are right. Wilhelm! Look! It's right!”
“Stop it. Karl said he doesn't mind if you give less.”
“Right, Alexander. You said less is the problem. Look, Wilhelm!”
Hmm. It seemed like their bickering among themselves wouldn't cause any problems.
I didn't really want to get involved in such issues.
“Time's up. Joachim! Go out and start slowly!”
“Ah… I really have to?”
“Then don't? You'll be in trouble with Karl?”
“Ugh! Okay, okay! I'll do it!”
Despite being terrified, Joachim was busy preparing something behind the scenes.
Why was he doing that all of a sudden? What was it about Joachim that made him hate it so much?
Watching quietly from behind, Selena couldn't help but...
“Hah!”
She had to cover her mouth to stifle the laughter bursting out.
“W-wait, don't laugh! Selena!”
“Oh. It suits you well. Joachim.”
“Wow. If you wear that and go to a dance party, it would be perfect.”
“You bad kids! Are you really my friends?!”
Joachim shouted angrily. But no one was scared.
Of course not. Wearing a puffy fish bread outfit, how could anyone be scary?
“Please take care of it, Joachim! Work hard at the sales pitch!”
“They’re acting like it's not their problem, so carefree. Huh?!”
“If you're annoyed, at least cook well.”
As Wilhelm said, Joachim was the worst choice even excluding Karl.
The menu at the cooking booth was fish bread and hotteok. Both needed to be cooked.
But how could I assign work to Joachim, who seemed particularly weak at cooking?
Right away, I had heard from Karl, 'This idiot can't cook properly and will turn into a wind doll!'
So, Joachim ended up as a wind doll outside, sighing.
Some people who saw the ridiculous sight and others who smelled the somewhat decent smell approached the booth out of curiosity.
“Um. Senior?”
“Hello. What can I get? There are two menus!”
“Um… Which one is tastier?”
“Both! It's a menu developed by a recipient of the Empire's Medal of Honor?!”
“…”
Wow. They're selling Karl here. Is this all part of some plan?
Selena had looked at the pamphlet Karl made, but there was no such content.
It seemed like they had decided on their own. Was this okay?
Meanwhile, the first customer took a few fish breads and ate them with a satisfied “mm”.
Let me see. If the reaction is bad… um. Here. It's written on this page.
If the customers' expressions get weird, immediately push the Four Idiots' heads and order a dogeza.
…What is dogeza?
Looking further down, the details of what dogeza was were there.
Ah. So, it means kneeling and apologizing.
Exactly, but there were more options now, but Karl had excluded those.
Anyway, seeing the response method, Selena thought it was just right and observed the customers' expressions.
Expression. Expression… um. It seemed okay? Rather, they asked for two more?
“Oh. What? The reaction is better than expected?”
“Kraha! As expected, this body is definitely a cooking genius!”
“Schlippen. If you have a conscience, shut your mouth.”
“Yep.”
This seemed like the reaction might be even better than expected.
“Selena. Could you put more ingredients? My gloved hands are getting dirty.”
“Ah. Okay! Where should I put them?”
“Here. Ah, not here, over there.”
More and more people were coming. And the work was getting busier.
Karl called them weirdos, but actually, these Four Idiots were originally popular male students.
Plus, Selena, who was still a bit faded but still the eternal first love of many male students.
Just that alone was a combination that would definitely score points in terms of buzz.
Therefore, it was perhaps natural that their work intensity was gradually increasing.
“Heuk. Hek. I can't anymore. How long do I have to stand outside sighing!”
“Ahh. Joachim, you weakling. Move aside! I'll take over! Selena! Please do this!”
“Ueeeng? This is my first time doing this! How do I do this!”
“I can do it. For Karl's sake!”
When Karl's name came up, Selena pressed the hotteok with a “Huiieik!”
Watching that, the Four Idiots smiled and suddenly shouted together.
“Selena. Keep it up.”
“Don’t tease me! It’s hard enough as it is!”
No. It wasn't that. It was to keep it up in other areas.
Karl is a rofan, why is there no yandere position? I wondered.
To answer that, the rofan has positions that cleanly accept defeat and cheer.
And truly 'by chance', all four of them were taking on that position.
Meanwhile, Karl, who had gulped down a fish bread and was heading to a less crowded area.
“Have you found him?”
He met a Special Intelligence Agency agent who had come with Eloise before.
The agent who greeted Karl immediately informed him about the current situation.
“Yes. There were a few who had been under surveillance, and they entered the academy under the pretext of carrying supplies needed for the academy's autumn festival.”
“And?”
“The side that will receive that supply is operated by a booth of international students.”
“International students?”
Were there international students at the academy?
“Yes. As Karl student knows, the Imperial Academy now has not only students from the Empire but also students from the Kingdom and elves. That is, students from the Heigens side are also staying together.”
“…I see.”
Sorry. I didn't know. This is the first time hearing about it. There were such things too.
“Suspicious individuals are constantly lingering around the foreign students. It seems reasonable to assume they're targeting Kingdom and Heigens students, not Empire students.”
“We’re also expecting that.”
But why international students? Why?
“Their goal is probably to make the relationship between the Empire and foreign countries cold.”
“…Aren't you considering the possibility that the arrow might come back to them?”
“After all, it wouldn't be a bad pretext for the anti-Empire faction inside.”
That makes sense. Even if not for Heigens, the two kingdoms have ambiguous relations with the Empire.
If a domestic incident happens to their students during this process, it could be a good diplomatic card.
If lucky, another war could break out, and in the meantime, Luzens could recover.
“Wait. Then why are we just waiting? We could just arrest them right away.”
“Since no incident has occurred yet, we were watching more carefully. If we catch them too early, we might miss other hidden ones….”
At the agent's answer, I clicked my tongue. These people didn't know much about the Gganf.
“Just leave this matter to me.”
“Karl student?”
“The Gganf are the type who, when a comrade is hurt, especially by the 'Empire', immediately rush over. Instead of watching, just kill them on sight. Then they'll come looking on their own.”
Even if I suggested thinking more about it, I shook my head.
Ah, trust me and leave it. I'm a Medal of Honor recipient. I'm a Gganf expert!
“Just trust me and wait. Here, have some of this.”
“…What is this?”
“Fish bread and hotteok. They're very delicious snacks.”
Hey. Chu-rai chu-rai. Two you noo fish bread? Two you noo hotteok?
“Um…. Oh. This is sweet and warm, it's really good.”
“It’s good for your taste.”
“By any chance, did Karl student make this?”
“I just helped, and the others made the rest.”
“If the others, you mean?”
“Schlippen and Wilhelm. Alexander and Joachim.”
Then the agent looked very surprised and called the Four Idiots' names again.
It seemed like he was surprised that the marquis and count's kids were doing this.
“Ah. Karl student. This.”
The agent brought something forward. It was a pistol and a dagger.
“If you don't mind, arm yourself.”
“The academy. Shooting a gun would be bad.”
No matter the festival, guns were a line crossed. I didn't want to turn this place into a funeral.
“…Then at least a dagger.”
“That’s fine too. On a fun festival day, if it gets bloody, it won't look good.”
“If you refuse this too, what are you going to do about arming yourself….”
“This is it. This.”
I proudly held out the remaining fish bread and hotteok.
“…I hope you're not trying to persuade them with food.”
“No way. I'm not that crazy.”
Why? Maybe because I can't kill the Gganf with this?
I think I can.