How the Villainous Consort Avoids His Death Ending - Chapter 57.1
“Enough, Sir Johannes.”
However, this was not the time for calm persuasion. I cut Sir Johannes off with a serious expression and prepared to proceed even if I drew complaints.
Tristan approached my side, his face cold as he spoke.
“The Grand Consort is not a physician. But there are no doctors or medicine on this ship.”
The knights fell silent instantly. The sailors pressed their lips tightly together, watching Tristan carefully.
“The Grand Consort has made an educated guess. Even if this order seems extreme, it is necessary. There is no other choice. We must do something. We have no time. I trust everyone to do their best.”
“……Of course, Your Highness.”
Instead of Sir Johannes, who still looked worried, Sir Mildred, standing beside him, nodded solemnly.
“I-I apologize, Your Grace, Grand Consort. It is not that we do not trust you. It is just a little disgusting to think about……”
Gehardt swallowed nervously, clearly tense.
“Lower the nets!”
Following the deck officer’s order, the sailors lined up by the railing and threw the nets into the sea. Other sailors moved to assist, but their motions were slow and reluctant. Most looked pale and shocked.
Soon, the nets were all pulled up at once. Transparent seawater poured onto the deck, and clumps of twisted brown seaweed fell. The miyeok we had hoped for was absent, but there was plenty of sargassum. The harvest was much better than expected.
However, as the sailors had said, the seaweed did look somewhat rotten. It even had a musty smell, making the sailors recoil. Those who separated the sargassum with round air bladders from the nets looked miserable. I felt a little embarrassed.
“……Do not be so afraid. Select the ones in good condition. Wash and boil them into soup and it will not be as bad as you think……”
I trailed off, unsure if it would taste like miyeok soup.
“Anyway, now that we have gathered them……. Gehardt, send these down to the kitchen.”
“Yes…… Grand Consort. Ah, understood!”
Gehardt, who had been staring blankly at the pile of sargassum, responded hurriedly. He gestured to two sailors organizing the seaweed in the nets.
The sailors carried the piles down below deck. After a while, startled voices echoed from the kitchen.
“Th-this, what is this? You want us to cook with this……? Really?”
“Yes, yes……”
The sailors’ weak responses followed. I felt even more embarrassed.
“I think the head cook might faint. I should go down and check.”
I awkwardly smiled and lightly held Tristan’s elbow. He nodded with a complicated expression.
Following the narrow, steep deck stairs downward, we reached the bustling kitchen. The sailors had placed the seaweed sacks in a corner and were nervously watching the head cook, who stared at the seaweed, pale-faced, holding his spatula.
When Tristan and I appeared, the head cook stammered.
“Y-Your Grace, Grand Consort…… You really want me to make soup with this……?”
I nodded calmly. Honestly, the reactions of the knights, sailors, and head cook were so absurd it made me want to laugh. People were dying, yet this little seaweed caused such a fuss.
“Sailors prefer strong alcohol and rough, raw foods, did they?”
“Yes? Yes…… That is true, of course……”
The head cook replied reluctantly, his expression uneasy. He must have understood what I intended.
I smiled and continued.
“Where else can you find such raw ingredients? Let the sailors show their spirit with this.”
“Yes……”
The head cook’s shoulders slumped. His glances at the seaweed piles looked pitiful.
Then I noticed a faint green color among the brown sargassum piles. I instructed the sailors to bring it as well.
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