Chapter 1625 – [(Relatively) Daily Life]

I took time to work over the weekend to bottle up the spirit tears that were starting to mature. It’s not that it’s particularly different, it’s because this is a different item from what Eden or Kether made.

No, there are two people who physically made it, but I was the one who aged it, which is the advanced stage of Youngja’s cooking. It’s nothing else, it’s made to order to send King Bloodier.

Since I have a bloodier taste, I thought about how I should age it, but I didn’t have to go far, so I just aged it based on myself. English cuisine can contain memories and emotions, so I put some of my self-loathing into it.

It may be an unpleasant taste for others, but Bloodiers will love it. Still, not only did I send King Bloodier, but I also made something for Lulu to drink.

“You made the spirit mature spirit tears? Oh wow, what does it taste like!!!!”

“Anyway, what are you doing when you’re always tearing off my arms and legs? And wasn’t the title you used to call me uncle? I think Sienne used to call me that too?”

“It’s a bit weird to call you the same name as that guy, so I changed it. I’ve been doing that before, but now I’m doing something new.”

Originally, Bloodier was almost like a twin with his lover, but looking at things like this, it looks like he is changing a lot and gaining individuality. Well, it’s a good thing, so we should be happy.

Anyway, I opened the Aged Spirit Tears. Even the unique smell of English cuisine has a fascinating scent… Uh, what is it? Why not?

I concentrated my senses and smelled it, but I only felt something bland and not very stimulating. Rather, it feels like even the original sweet scent of fairy tears has been diluted.

“Wow…”

“Do you feel delicious?”

“Yes!!!! A lot!!!!”

But that’s just me; from Lulu’s perspective, it seemed like it had an incredibly alluring smell. Her saliva spontaneously drips from her open mouth.

No, the spit fell and hit the ground. And melt the ground. As it is Bloodier’s digestive enzyme, it seems to be powerful enough to melt almost anything.

“Hey, wipe your spit.”

“Just one sip!!! Just one sip!!!”

“I was planning on tasting it anyway… Just wait a minute.”

Bring in two glasses and drink them. First, as I said before, the scent itself feels bland to me, so I’ll skip it, and the taste… Hmm.

Why do they seem worse than just fairy tears? At least it tastes sweet or something, but it’s bland and bland, as if it’s mixed with water. It tastes sweet, but has no flavor and is just like sugar water.

However, unlike my reaction, Lulu showed an intense reaction with her eyes shining. I took a sip, tasted it, and then poured out the entire contents of the glass in one go.

“Uuuuum!!!! It’s delicious!!! I’m looking forward to eating it with your cooking later!!!!”

“Is it that delicious?”

“What can I say, the taste itself tastes better. But that’s because I’m eating you, and my dad and older sisters will like it.”

“Something doesn’t make sense.”

“You can taste a part of the taste of a human who has accumulated enough emotions to become a Lord. Wouldn’t it be delicious? Even for Bloodiers, it’s hard to find Lord-level delicacies.”

“I think I understand because you compare it like that.”

Bloodiers are monsters that even see transcendents as food, but that doesn’t mean they’ll hunt and eat Lords. At most, King Bloodier is possible.

Perhaps the average transcendental fish is like a large tuna, so you can catch it by fishing even if it is difficult, but since the rod is a whale, you have to grab a harpoon and go catch it. Even though it tastes good, it is very difficult to catch, so it is not cost-effective and if you try to blow yourself up, you will only lose a lot.

“To give an analogy that is easier to understand… There is top quality beef that costs tens of millions of won per kilo and cheap beef that is only 60 or 75 percent as good. If that is not popular, doesn’t that mean you have strange tastes? Ah, But that doesn’t mean it’s cheap, it just means it’s accessible or easy to get.”

“Then, can it be a meal replacement for Bloodier?”

“You can do it. In the first place, Youngja cuisine itself is similar to cultured meat for us. But if I tell you to live your whole life eating cultured meat, which is similar to the original meat but ultimately tastes worse, can you eat it?”

“Still, if I, a Lord, made it, and it tasted like Lord, it would taste better than eating some transcendental, right?”

“So, if I had to eat only beef for the rest of my life, could I do that? No rice, no bread, no kimchi, only beef.”

“I’m getting sick of it.”

“That’s right.”

But Lulu has been eating only me for a while, isn’t she getting sick of it? I like meat too, but if I were told to eat only beef for an entire month, I would get bitten…

When I looked at her with concern, Lulu smiled lightly and said, as if she understood my feelings.

“Oh, don’t worry about that. Far from getting sick of it, it’s something new and delicious every day!!!! I love you so much that I could live off of you for the rest of my life!!!”

“Thank you for saying that. I will cook a special dish for you today, so is there any part you would like to eat?”

“Cock.”

“… It must feel like castration.”

“You mean you want to eat it, not in a physical sense, but in an erotic sense?”

“Would you rather physically eat it!!!”

If you ask me how it feels to cut off parts of my own body, cook them, and feed them to me every day, it’s not that bad. Cooking a part of my body feels like something grotesque that’s hard to describe, but I’m okay with it anyway because I’m used to the pain of my body being cut off.

This also means that Lulu has become our baby. Adaptation is terrifying when you look at it in hindsight.

Anyway, I created a spirit tear based on mine, brought it home, and the whole family gathered together to hold a tasting party. However, I also thought this wasn’t right, so I stopped it.

“No, this is only good for Lulu. It’s not that good? Actually, it’s only for Bloodier. There’s no need to drink it.”

“Still, people want to drink it.”

“I also want to try the alcohol my father made.”

“That’s right. Honestly, it’s a drink that lets you know who you like, so who turns that down?”

“Devil, I want to drink too, so why don’t you give me a bottle?”

[Give me everything you have!!!!!]

They’re just idiots. Not just one person, but many people rushed at me, so I couldn’t really stop them and had no choice but to give them a bottle.

It was only enough to last one drink at most, but that was enough for most people. They first smelled it and their complexions hardened, but then they tasted it and their mood dropped to the floor, as if Assa had made a joke.

“…”

“…”

“Uh…”

“No, just say something. You have to react before I can say anything.”

If I had eaten something completely tasteless, I would have spit it out, but looking at their reaction, it felt like I had eaten something extremely bitter rather than saying it had no taste.

No, I don’t know what the difference is, but it’s like comparing eating mugwort rice cake with a lot of mugworts and eating poop. It’s the difference between being able to eat something that tastes bad and eating something that you can’t eat at all.

And my family’s reaction was at least the former. Even though it tasted bad and strange, I savored the spirit tears as if I could eat them and then swallowed them.

“What the…”

“Demon, are you always like this?”

“Uuuuu…”

[It feels like something is hitting the solar plexus of my soul.]

“…”

“Are you dissing me?”

Shion was the only one who remained silent for a long time, savoring the spirit tears I had created. What should I say… I want to understand the taste?

Anyway, when I said something, Mary shook her head and said.

“On the contrary, it is the opposite. How on earth are you surviving this, devil?”

“It’s not about enduring. In many ways, it’s about living because you can’t die.”

“Wow…”

The people who told me that I didn’t say that are shocked and let out an exclamation. No, I didn’t really taste it, but it’s even weirder to see it that way.

Eventually, Eden is next to me and secretly drinks the spirit tears I made. It was only a small amount of what was left in the bottle, but it was enough to taste, so Eden trembled after drinking what was barely a half sip, not a single sip.

“… Dad?”

“Why are you doing that?”

“How are you alive?”

“I don’t know why I’m doing self-pad lipping. I didn’t say it wrong, right?”

“No, I barely drank this much, but it tastes like self-loathing, like I’ve glimpsed hell. But since I said it was my dad’s, of course I said that!!!!!”

If I say that, what should my father reply?

Anyway, among my family, the only person who gave good marks to the English dishes I made was Lulu. However, if there is one thing that gives an ambiguous evaluation, is it only Zion?

It seems that Shion has something in mind as he was the only one who drank the spirit tears I created and remained silent.

“I tried to understand you, but it seems there were limits because you were a stranger. I thought it would be a light bitterness, but it turned out to be a deep, deep bitterness.”

“So it’s better not to drink that… So next time, just drink something else.”

“No. It’s actually better that way.”

“What?”

“I think I can understand you that much more. I will drink it often, so please save mine for me.”

“You don’t have to eat bad food on purpose?”

“I don’t know if it’s sad or disappointing, but the spirit tears you made are my favorite. So I’ll drink it whenever I think of it.”

“No…”

Shion himself insisted so, so it was hard for me to say anything to stop him. Moreover, it feels somewhat ambiguous…

What should I say? I don’t mean to offend Shion, but it feels like her husband and I are showing off their deepest feelings. Originally, couples live with trust and reveal quite a few things to each other, but there are still things they hide, and even that seemed to be shown.

Korma, who saw this, also looked like he was thinking about something and then raised his glass again.

“I also need to get used to this taste. I need to know it, so I can understand and think.”

“I write, me too.”

“Please do me a favor too.”

[Give it to me too!!!!]

“Hey…”

And Lulu, who had been quiet, also sneaked in and held out her glass.

“Me too!!!”

“You just drink because you want to.”

Anyway, the tasting party of the spirit tears I made passed like that. First, I keep some of what I make to drink at home and send the rest to King Bloodier.

Anyway, I’ll only drink bloodier if I have this type of taste… But I’m curious what the reaction will be.

A few days after sending the spirit tears, I received a call from over there. King Bloodier, who had a quite bright expression, was drinking the spirit tears I created even while he was contacting me.

[First, I have to say thank you. It’s been a while since I’ve had such a delicious drink. Not only me but also other corps commanders expressed interest.]

“I’m grateful that you drink it so well. Honestly, since it’s not made from humans, I don’t have a bad conscience about making it.”

[Aren’t you human?]

“I’m saying this because nothing is consumed.”

[That ultimately means that your self-loathing is ongoing. It might be a bit weird to say this to my son-in-law, but it’s like watching a drink that doesn’t lose its flavor as time goes by, but rather gets deeper.]

“You said you were your son-in-law, but you are not coveting your daughter’s man.”

[Are you finally acknowledging your relationship with Lulu?]

“No, fuck. Was this a trap? Really…”

Anyway, there was no harm in being friendly with King Bloodier. Since he is the leader of the Bloodiers of the Dimensional Race and is an absolute self-sufficient person, it is a good choice to build up goodwill in this way and then ask for help later.

If you think about that, spirit tears are rather cheap. Eden and Keter will have to work hard to make it, but the return is certain.

Of course, even if I ask for help later, I think it will be more for protecting my family than for my own benefit, but whatever.

“Dad, but if you made this based on yourself, isn’t it similar to your soul?”

“Just because the taste is similar doesn’t mean it’s completely the same. Humans and bananas have half of the same genes, and 99% of the genes are the same as apes, so there’s nothing to see if there’s a clear difference. Moreover, soul and spirit cooking are different.”

What should I say? That is the biggest difference between spirit and spirit crystals made from spirit cuisine. It depends on whether you can think or not.

Even in the spirit state, thinking is possible. It is the same as being able to think and act even if your soul escapes from the body. However, spirit crystals only remember the memories and emotions given to them.

It’s a bit different, but what’s the difference between a computer and USB? There is a difference between being able to perform various activities and just being a storage medium.

But I can’t deny it because it’s similar. In the end, the USB is also for use in computers and is an electronic product.

“Then wouldn’t Elizabeth like it? It seems like they’re researching her father’s soul or something.”

“… Uh, is that so?”

“It’s a change of idea. Honestly, even if it’s not exactly the same, I think there will be enough interest. Just in case, why don’t you send me research materials?”

Mary, a wizard like Elizabeth, gave advice from a similar perspective. Since they are both wizards, their perspectives may be different, but they will be similar… Well, it’s not like I’m lacking in alcohol, so I’ll let you go for now.

I sent her a few bottles of the spirit tears I made to her dimensional distribution. Even if it is for tasting purposes, it would be sufficient for research purposes as well. If it’s not enough, just send it over.

And I got a call the next day. Maybe it was urgent, but it wasn’t a video call, it was just a message.

-I’ll go there soon.

“What?”

I feel a sense of déjà vu, as if the absolute being of nature had come before me. No, there was more commotion back then, but whatever.

First, I have to prepare to welcome guests… But somehow I seem to be busier than when I came out.