I, The Dragon Overlord - Chapter 91

Chapter 91 – Beastman For Afternoon Dessert!

The cold spring water trickled down Lysfer’s firm skin, causing her to tremble for a moment, but soon she adapted and sank into the soothing bath.

“Lady Lysfer, your body is beautiful,” The elf who was cleaning her body spoke with unconcealed envy.

Although these elven maids also had excellent bodies, their slender forms had a marked contrast to Lysfer’s vigorous and toned physique much like the difference between thin ladies and those who worked out at the gym.

Although the elven maids were envious, they knew that they could not be the same. A ninth rank powerhouse was close to legendary rank in power. Among the million-strong elven population, there weren’t many like them.

The corner of Lysfer’s mouth raised up, revealing a mouth full of white teeth. Keeping silent, she allowed the elven maids to take off her ragged clothes for her and rinse off the dust from her body.

She was not a mage who could clean their body with a single spell, so she had to rely on wate

Although the relationship between elves and beastmen wasn’t very good, it was the instinct of all creatures to revere those that were strong. So, these elven maids were willing to help Lysfer.

“Rumble, rumble……”

Suddenly, Lysfer’s stomach growled loudly. Her confident smile broke into an embarrassed one, and she sheepishly asked, “Umm… I haven’t eaten a full meal for several days. Can I have something to eat first?”

The elven maids were stunned, but then they broke into laughter, “Lady Lysfer, please come with us.”

Embarrassed, Lysfer followed her guides. She did not bother to put on any clothes, and soon they arrived at another open space. A grill had been prepared.

“The great Lord Galakrond is a demigod. He does not need to eat, but he occasionally asks us to cook some meat for him.”

An elf explained to which Lysfer nodded.

The elves divided up the work. After lighting up the grill, they placed the prepared meat on the griller. From their skilled movements, it was clear that they had done this many times.

An aroma filled the air as the fat on the meat crackled and popped. Afterward, Lysfer saw an elf carefully take out a small delicate jar with some kind of powder inside.

“What is that?”

Lysfer looked at it carefully and determined that she had not seen it before.

“The lord said that this thing is called black pepper. Sprinkling them on roasted meat would enhance the flavor…”

The elf who said this couldn’t help but gulp while her eyes revealed her longing.

‘Is it really that amazing?’

Lysfer was surprised. Although she knew that elves eat meat, they only did it to maintain a proper nutritional balance. Elves themselves did not like greasy meat. These elves should have been elven nobles who get to eat well and drink well, but now, her eager expression was too strange in her eyes.

She watched the elves roast back and forth and recalled the past.

Beastmen loved meat. When they lived nomadic lives, they hunted to survive, but they couldn’t guarantee a stable supply of it. If the clan was small, then it was possible to do so, but once the population of the clan reached the tens of thousands, then relying solely on hunting and breeding livestock to meet their daily needs was absolutely impossible.

This was the same as the elves not being able to completely live only on fruit. The amount available simply could not meet all of their requirements, and so they had to supplement their diets with wheat and other grains. In this medieval world, filling every people’s stomach was a pipe dream.

While Lysfer was daydreaming, the meat was almost done. The elf carefully sprinkled black pepper on the meat, afraid that even the tiniest bit would fall on the ground.

The rich aroma filled the air, pulling back Lysfer. She couldn’t resist anymore. Once the meat was placed in front of her, she didn’t even care if it was still hot and picked it up with her hands before stuffing it into her mouth.

“Wooo”

At that moment, her eyes widened, as if she could not believe the taste coming from her taste buds.

She turned her head and wiped the corner of her eyes, afraid that she would cry. This was different from the roasted meat cooked back in the clan. That meat had a strong stench and was only able to fill their satiety. It wasn’t any kind of first-class good at all. After eating the meat, she began to doubt if what she ate before was meat at all.

The elves did not laugh at her, because they also bore the same reactions when they first tasted it. Moreover, because they served Lord Galakrond, they were always given a variety of indescribably delicious foods.

Now, they were quite willing to be Louie’s maids, even if he would make strange requests every now and then. They simply did not care anymore, and even their faith in the Goddess wavered from the bombardment of sugar-coated treats.

“Can I… can I have some of these things called black pepper?”

Lysfer’s tone carried anxiousness and she stammered. It was so delicious that she wanted to share the taste with her people.

“Sorry, there isn’t much black pepper.”

Hearing the elf’s words, Lysfer was not disappointed and just sighed, “That’s right. Such magical and delicious thing is only something that an existence like Lord Galakrond can enjoy, right?”

“If you perform well, I won’t hesitate to reward you with it!”

Suddenly, a shadow loomed overhead. The low male voice was like a teenager but carried the greatness of a towering figure.

Lysfer and the elves were startled before seeing Louie come up from behind them. They hurriedly stood up and lined up before him.

Louie took the small jar of black pepper. It was one of the things that were brought back from the freighter. It had been used by the Neversnar’s chef and so wasn’t present in the same quantity as other foodstuffs. Because of the limited amount, the elves believed that it was scarce and precious.

But Louie knew that as long as he wanted to, he could easily get a few tons of it!

‘This world is really miserable. They haven’t even had black pepper before. It’s said that some seasonings were more precious than gold in the medieval ages. Only nobles and royalty would get to enjoy them on occasion. The most the public could do at that time was to add salt which was a human necessity and often controlled by the state.’

Louie felt a sense of superiority as a modern person for no reason. He looked at the wolf girl in front of him and told the elves, “It’s time for some afternoon dessert. Today’s snack is honeyed beastman!”